Giving birth is a painful thing, and she knew this fact long ago from Wang Yao. Every time, she would ask Zhuo Qiang's driver to bring some things to Yan Mei, including all the supplies for the newborn baby, which she and Aunt Lin picked out together at the mall.
Aunt Lin said that giving birth to a child used to be like taking a woman’s life, but now it is better. The hospital has a caesarean section, and the pregnant woman lies on the operating table and gives birth to the baby without knowing it.
Even so, Mu Zishan was still very worried. After all, the damage Wu Zhenhao had done to her was no less severe than giving birth to a child. The media's influence was indeed enormous. Wu Zhenyu's contracted company came forward and said that they would step in to resolve the matter and publicly announce the news of his marriage to Yan Mei.
Mu Zishan knew that it was Zhuo Qiang who solved the problem and freed Yan Mei. As long as she gave birth to the child safely, she would naturally gain recognition from others and become a responsible mother.
Due to the pressure of public opinion, Wu Zhenhao decided not to work and accompany Yan Mei to give birth to the child. Maybe it is a serious test for them now, but it is a hope for the unborn child.
Zhuo Qiang's mother came to the courtyard again. This time, she brought a few photo albums with her, all of which were photos of Zhuo Qiang when he was a child. Zhuo's mother sat on the sofa and patiently told Mu Zishan everything about Zhuo Qiang.
Because she and his father didn't know how to be a mother when they had him. After he was born, he did not live with his mother, but stayed at his grandfather's house, which is now the courtyard house.
But his elderly grandfather passed away when he was still a child, which caused him great pain in his heart. Later, he returned to his own side, and he even dreamed about the moment when his grandfather died in front of him.
Later, she realized how much she had neglected her child, so she loved him even more and gave him the best things. As long as he wanted to do something, she would do everything she could to help him accomplish it.
His father also had a son in his old age, and loved him as much as his mother. No matter whether it was a yacht or amusement facility that he liked, they would ask someone to make it custom-made for him.
When he was sixteen, he and his best friend set out on a boat trip around the world. They had already planned their route and prepared the necessary funds. But on the day they were about to set off, Zhuo Qiang's father locked her in her room and forbade her to go anywhere.
"At the time, he was our only child," Zhuo's mother said. "We would never let him do such a dangerous thing."
"What happened next?" Mu Zishan asked.
"Later, his friend took his own boat out to sea," she said sadly, "and encountered a tsunami at night, and was buried in the ocean."
At that time, they kept this matter a secret from him, but he learned about it from someone else at a party. From then on, he lived alone in the courtyard and never let anyone interfere in his life.
He felt very guilty about his friend's death because he always remembered his promise to him. From then on, every time he celebrated his friend's death anniversary, he would spend it alone on the yacht.
It wasn't until he met Lu Yang that he became friends. Because of Lu Yang, he also fell in love with games and started his own game design company. With Lu Yang around, he felt less lonely. Although their lifestyles were different, Zhuo Qiang respected him greatly and let him live in the courtyard.
A few months ago, Lu Yang's murder had dealt him a heavy blow, though he hadn't spoken about it. Zhuo Qiang's mother took her hand and said, "If it weren't for you, I can't imagine how long he would have been in trouble." She paused, then continued, "Zhuo Qiang is actually a good man that women can rely on."
Her heavy words made Mu Zishan feel that something bad was going to happen. She asked, "Did something happen?"
"Zishan, Auntie doesn't want my child to live with self-blame forever," she said. "You are the only hope left by Lu Yang, and also Zhuo Yang's hope. I hope you can marry Zhuo Yang and let him take care of you forever."
Mu Zishan did not agree, nor did he want to agree to her.
Mother Zhuo didn't force her and left after staying for a while.
When Zhuo Qiang came back, he learned what happened today from Aunt Lin, then glanced at Mu Zishan's door: "Zishan? Did you rest?"
"No."
"Can I come in?"
"Come in."
He pushed the door open and saw her sitting in front of the window in a daze. He squatted in front of her and said, "Don't mind what my mother said today."
She sympathized with Zhuo Qiang's experience; perhaps, to a certain extent, he and she were of the same kind. But as an independent-minded woman, she did not want to be dependent on any man.
Seeing that she didn't speak, he became worried: "I have good news to tell you, Yan Mei gave birth to a daughter."
"knew."
Seeing her get up and go to bed, I thought she was thinking about Lu Yang again, so I could only close the door and leave, leaving her alone.
Aunt Lin is warm, is Niu **** Shan asleep? "
"Let me take it in." He entered her room again, saw a tear in the corner of her eye, felt distressed, sat beside her, and looked at her quietly.
He paced back and forth in the room, pondering all sorts of speculations in his mind.
"I've met all kinds of women, and you're completely different from them. In my opinion, maybe it was God's special arrangement that brought you and me together."
"You are so confused. You can only see my appearance, but you can never see my heart. The first time we met, you not only walked into my residence, but also into my heart. You used other women to cover up this secret."
"Are you really unwilling to say a word? Even just one word? If the three words 'I love you' can replace the regret Lu Yang has caused in your heart, I'm willing to say it for the rest of my life."
"Stop talking."
Lu Yang was frozen in place by her loud words. She was the only one capable of tormenting him like this, her every move a testament to her rights. For the sake of freedom, she was willing to shoot words like poison arrows into the depths of his soul.
And he was a moth that was not afraid of the flame, and he rushed towards her desperately.
"I love you, don't you see?"
She threw back the quilt and walked out barefoot. She pushed open the door, then the glass, and stood barefoot on the ice and snow. The person behind her came out and hugged her, preventing her from taking another step forward.
"I'm sorry, please don't leave." She gave up struggling and turned to lean on his shoulder, tears in her eyes flowing for no one. He could feel the wetness on his shoulder, but he didn't want to stop this natural outpouring.
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