Chapter 332 There are no winners in this argument.
Shen Qingshu nodded, "You should advise Dr. Qin that Xingxing is a bit out of it after drinking, so don't take it too seriously."
"Okay." Fu Siyan pushed open the door and went in.
In the multimedia room, the once loving and sweet couple were now arguing heatedly.
Qiao Xingjia sat on the sofa, covering her face with her hands and crying.
Qin Yancheng stood with his hands on his hips, his face dark and his chest heaving with anger.
There are no winners in this argument.
They were once so loving, but now they've hurt each other with the sharpest and most cutting words.
Broken glass littered the ground, and the smell of alcohol wafted through the air.
The door was open, and from outside came the heart-wrenching cries of a toddler.
The voice brought the couple back to their senses, which had been clouded by anger.
“Miss Qiao has been drinking, so her words are not reliable. You should say less.” Fu Siyan walked to Qin Yancheng’s side and squeezed Qin Yancheng’s shoulder.
Qin Yancheng raised his hand and wiped his face.
He was so angry he almost fainted.
He smashed the bottle.
But he regretted it.
Qiao Xingjia stood in front of the coffee table, silently shedding tears.
Qin Yancheng looked at her, feeling a heavy, uneasy feeling in his heart.
"Star, I..."
Qiao Xingjia wiped away her tears with both hands, walked past Qin Yancheng, and headed straight for the door.
As soon as she came out, Little Star saw her mother and stopped crying for a second.
But his mother didn't come to hug him right away.
Little Xingchen stared blankly at his mother, and a few seconds later, he started crying again.
The crying was far more intense than before.
Qiao Xingjia's tears fell again as she reached out to take her son.
Little Xingchen nestled in her mother's arms, whimpering and nuzzling against her chest—
Qiao Xingjia broke down, closed her eyes, feeling wronged but forced to coax her son softly, "Little Xingchen is all grown up now, let's not eat anymore, okay?"
Little Star couldn't understand it.
He started crying again when he couldn't get his food.
Qiao Xingjia's tears flowed even more fiercely.
"Even you're forcing me!" Qiao Xingjia broke down in tears, clutching her child. "You're all forcing me..."
Shen Qingshu never expected things to turn out this way.
She immediately stepped forward to comfort Qiao Xingjia, "Don't worry, the child is sleepy and fussy. He's too young to understand. Let's work a little harder and get him to sleep first, okay?"
Qiao Xingjia looked at Shen Qingshu and pursed her lips tightly.
She knew she shouldn't take her anger out on the child, and she also knew that she had no choice but to comfort the child.
The child is still young, but Qiao Xingjia has already been drinking.
You definitely can't breastfeed anymore.
Shen Qingshu asked Zhang Yun to help her prepare the milk powder.
After preparing the formula, Qiao Xingjia took the bottle, carried her son upstairs to the guest room.
In the quiet guest room, Qiao Xingjia sat at the foot of the bed, holding her son in one arm and a baby bottle in the other.
Breastfed babies generally reject bottles, and Xiaoxingchen is especially resistant to them.
His previous experiences of failing to wean his baby halfway through left an impression on him.
Whenever he cried and refused, Qiao's mother would feel sorry for him and scold Qiao Xingjia.
The child was stubborn after all, preferring to go a whole day and night without eating or drinking, just crying and making a fuss. In the end, because Xiaoxingchen started to have a low-grade fever, we had to give up on weaning.
Tonight, Qiao Xingjia deliberately drank alcohol, hoping to avoid her mother and wean Xiao Xingchen here on her own.
She also thought that Qin Yancheng would understand her.
But to her utter surprise, Qin Yancheng immediately complained to Qiao's mother.
Qiao's mother berated her on the phone, calling her selfish and saying she didn't deserve to be a mother...
Since Xiao Xingchen was born, Qiao Xingjia has heard too many such words from her mother.
The conflict between her and Qiao's mother intensified to the point where the mother and son argued every day.
Qiao Xingjia didn't know why this was happening; all she knew was that she could no longer continue living like this.
Before tonight, she thought that Qin Yancheng at least understood her.
But Qin Yancheng's words just now were undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face, completely waking her up.
It turns out that Qin Yancheng also felt it was her problem.
Qiao Xingjia felt wronged and confused...
Is she really that bad?
Was she really wrong?
The little star in my arms had cried herself to sleep, and with her eyes closed and her little mouth open, she was still looking for her mother's pinch...
Qiao Xingjia took the opportunity to put the pacifier into her son's mouth.
The little guy, who was extremely tired and hungry, sucked on the pacifier and went on a crazy shopping spree.
Qiao Xingjia blinked, overjoyed!
It's done!
The little one is finally willing to drink formula!
Little Xingchen was really sleepy and tired, and she gulped down 200 ml of milk powder in one go.
She let out a burp, smacked her lips a few times, and fell asleep contentedly.
Qiao Xingjia's heart finally settled down.
She kissed her son and put him on the bed, then put a pillow over the edge of the bed to prevent him from rolling over before going into the bathroom.
She used a warm towel to wipe her son's face and hands, and then changed his diaper.
Little Xingchen was sleeping soundly, her chubby face rosy and tender, a stark contrast to the mischievous little devil who had cried so hard she almost ripped the roof off earlier.
Qiao Xingjia looked at her son, her heart softening, and she lowered her head to kiss his rosy cheeks again and again.
After kissing him enough, she lay down beside her son, looked at his tender little face, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings, and my emotions remained suppressed.
...
Downstairs in the living room, Fu Siyan and Shen Qingshu sat on the sofa, watching Qin Yancheng talk to Qiao's mother on the phone.
“Mom, don’t worry, the baby’s asleep, everything’s fine. Xingxing brought formula… She didn’t drink impulsively. Little Xingchen will be one year old soon, it’s good to wean him now, the older he gets, the harder it is to wean him… Yes, I know you’re worried about the child, but actually, children adapt much better than we think. Don’t worry, he’ll adjust in a couple of days… Please don’t call Xingxing, she’s tired from taking care of the baby today…”
On the other end, Qiao's mother sighed, "Don't speak up for her. She's my daughter, and I know her personality very well."
Qin Yancheng raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Xingxing is fine."
Mrs. Qiao asked worriedly, "Are you coming back tonight?"
"We're not going back. There are plenty of rooms here, and the kids are asleep, so we won't bother going back." Qin Yancheng paused for a moment, then added, "Mom, you've worked so hard taking care of the kids for us these past few years. Why don't you and Dad go on a trip together to relax? Which city would you like to visit? I'll have someone arrange it for you."
"How can I be at ease!" Qiao's mother said, "You're so busy at the hospital every day, I don't feel at ease leaving Xingxing at home alone to take care of the child."
"Mom, don't worry, Xingxing has people helping out here. If all else fails, I'll ask my parents to come and help for a few days. They'd love to come and take care of their grandson!"
Upon hearing this, Qiao's mother fell silent.
After a long while, Qiao's mother finally spoke, "Yancheng, do you feel that your mother is causing you trouble at home?"
Qin Yancheng wiped his face, his tone not relaxed, "Mom, that's not what I meant."
Mrs. Qiao sighed, "Yancheng, I know I'm not being nice, but you're a father now, and I thought you could understand how I feel."
Qin Yancheng sat on the sofa, looking exhausted.
This is his wife's biological mother, his mother-in-law; there are some things he really can't say.
"Mom, I just think you can relax a bit. Xingxing and I will have to face our own lives eventually."
That's actually a very tactful way of putting it.
Qiao's mother understood the deeper meaning behind it.
But she still couldn't accept it.
The sound of Qiao's mother crying came through the phone. "Yancheng, I'm a mother now. I was really scared back then. You saw with your own eyes how much Xingxing suffered because of that. I'm not superstitious, but if it weren't for Shen Qingshu, how could our Xingxing have suffered like that?"
Qin Yancheng frowned and subconsciously looked at Shen Qingshu beside him.
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