Chapter 464: Dreaming (Page 1/2)
Song Jingjing knew what Huo Qingyan was thinking, and she thought her son was not masculine and was timid. She was quite critical of Huo Qingyan's use of insects to train her son's courage, but although she had her objections, she did not dare to openly refute him.
Poor Huo Yichen was so hurt by his father that he clung to Song Jingjing tightly after returning home, as if she was the only harbor he could rely on.
Even when he went to bed at night, he resolutely refused to sleep with Tang Xiaomi and only clung to Song Jingjing.
Song Jingjing had originally planned to spend the night with Huo Qingyan tonight, but her son intervened, making this beautiful wish come to nothing.
At this moment, she was lying alone on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, her heart filled with boredom and helplessness.
The next morning, after breakfast, Huo Qingyan took Song Jingjing and his son back to the city to visit relatives.
Tang Xiaomi followed Song Jingjing's advice and packed her luggage to go back to her hometown for a few days.
After arriving in the city, the family first went to the Xiao family to visit Huo Qingyan's grandparents. After enjoying a sumptuous lunch at the Xiao family, they went to the Song family.
When Tang Lihong saw her daughter and son-in-law coming, she specially asked them to stay at her home for one night, hoping that her daughter and son-in-law could have more time to strengthen their relationship.
After dinner, she took her little grandson back to her room so that Song Jingjing and Huo Qingyan could enjoy a rare moment of their own.
The timid Huo Yichen would cry non-stop once he left his mother. But Tang Lihong was not discouraged. Instead, she did everything she could to keep her grandson in their room, giving him toys and snacks.
Without her son by her side, Song Jingjing's restless heart began to stir again.
"Qingyan, go take a shower. I'll prepare hot water for you."
"No, I always take cold showers in the summer. I think I heard my son crying. Why don't you and your mother-in-law take care of him?"
Song Jingjing felt very aggrieved when she saw Huo Qingyan was trying to drive her to sleep with her mother, so she complained, "Qingyan, you haven't touched me in three days since I came back."
Huo Qingyan saw tears in Song Jingjing's eyes and she looked at him pitifully, so he pulled her to sit down.
"Jingjing, this is your mother's house. It's not good for your brother and sister-in-law to sleep with her there. Let's talk about this tomorrow when we get home."
Song Jingjing didn't expect Huo Qingyan to be so considerate of her family. She looked at him somewhat embarrassedly.
"Oh well."
Tang Lihong saw her daughter come back to their room after taking a bath, so she asked her, "Why did you come here to sleep?"
"Mom, I'll come sleep with you. You can let Dad sleep in the side room!"
"What's wrong with you? I'm here to help you take care of the child, just to make sure you and your wife get along well."
Song Jingjing explained, "Mom, Qingyan said that sleeping together at your parents' house will affect your fortunes, so we'll talk about it when we get back."
Tang Lihong smiled. She didn't expect her son-in-law to be so superstitious. Some people did not like their daughter and son-in-law to sleep together in her parents' home, but she didn't care.
"In that case, I won't let you sleep at home tomorrow. You can go back after lunch tomorrow!"
"Mom, let's leave after breakfast tomorrow. We'll go to the department store to buy clothes for Chenchen in the morning and then go back."
Tang Lihong nodded and agreed, thinking that her grandson was almost one and a half years old. If her daughter got pregnant again in a month or two, Tang Xiaomi could at least help take care of the child for a year or two.
If Tang Xiaomi got married, where would she find someone to help her daughter take care of the children?
"Jingjing, Qingyan is back now. You should have one or two more children. Have two more while you are still young. If you are older and have children, you will suffer the most."
"Mom, I know. I also plan to have another baby this year. My sister-in-law gave birth to four children, and I want to have four too."
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Song Jingjing thought to herself that Huo Qingyan not only had a high salary, but also had excellent conditions in all aspects.
With his financial strength, he could easily raise two more children, let alone four.
The only drawback is that their house is really limited in size, with one bedroom and one living room of only about 40 square meters. If it weren't for this reason, she would even want to have more children!
At this moment, Tang Lihong seemed to suddenly think of something and changed the subject to mention Qiao Sitian.
Her face was filled with regret, and she whispered to Song Jingjing, "Jingjing, do you know Qiao Sitian?"
Song Jingjing looked at her mother with confusion and asked casually, "What's wrong with her? Could it be that she's pregnant and gave birth to a big fat boy?"
Tang Lihong shook her head and sighed helplessly, "How could such a good thing happen! In order to give birth to a son, she actually took such a risk and came up with such a ridiculous idea as pretending to be pregnant and then running to the hospital to steal someone else's child.
As luck would have it, he was discovered and exposed by the Wang family on the spot. After being sent to the police station, it was said that he was eating peanuts soon after.
Hearing this, Song Jingjing's jaw nearly dropped. Her eyes widened as she cried out in disbelief, "What? Mom, are you telling the truth? Did Qiao Sitian really die just like that?"
Tang Lihong nodded and sighed again, "Oh, that's true! In order to prove herself, she had to have a son, but in the end she ended up like this. She really hurt both herself and others!"
Tang Lihong solemnly told Song Jingjing everything that Qiao Sitian had experienced, in detail and in detail.
Song Jingjing's face became paler and paler, and her eyes revealed unconcealable shock and grief.
"How could this happen..." Song Jingjing murmured to herself, her voice full of disbelief.
Although Qiao Sitian stabbed her in the back when she grew up, they did go to school and play together when they were young.
Song Jingjing sat there blankly, and scenes of playing and fighting with Qiao Sitian since childhood kept appearing in her mind.
Qiao Sitian passed away so suddenly, making her feel extremely lonely and lost. She couldn't help but sigh at the impermanence of life.
That night, Song Jingjing had a dream. She dreamed that Qiao Sitian was standing beside her bed and scolded her for being ugly and unwanted. She also dreamed that she was driven away by the Qiao family, but she refused to leave and hugged her adoptive mother Wenwan's thighs.
Later, she dreamed that Qiao Sitian went to the hospital to steal a baby and was chased by the police and the Wang family. Finally, she was tied to a wooden stake with a black cloth on her head. A peanut hit her right between the eyebrows and she died.
"Ah! No!" Song Jingjing sat up suddenly, looking at the dark room, she began to shiver.
"Mom, wake up, wake up quickly."
Tang Lihong woke up after being pushed a few times by her daughter, and thought her daughter wanted her to help her grandson pee.
She quickly got up and turned on the light, preparing to take her grandson to pee, but Song Jingjing stopped her.
"Mom, Chenchen won't pee until daybreak, and it's only three o'clock now."
Tang Lihong rubbed her eyes and asked in confusion, "Then why did you ask me to get up?"
"Mom, I dreamed about Qiao Sitian. She was standing by our bed just now..."
"Bah! Good luck! Jingjing, stop talking nonsense! We haven't offended her, she won't come looking for us. Go to sleep!"
Tang Lihong was about to turn off the lights when she finished speaking. Song Jingjing was so scared that she pleaded, "Mom, I'm going to dream about her as soon as I turn off the lights. Please don't turn off the lights, okay?"
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