After leaving his grandmother's hut, Chen He took the electric car home. As soon as he reached the gate of their small building, he saw Song Jingcheng standing in the yard waiting for him in a smoky gray coat.
"Miaomiao, did you go to grandma's place?"
"Um."
"Come into the house first." Song Jingcheng walked over and took her hand. Seeing that her fingers were warm and not cold, he felt relieved.
As soon as she entered the room, Aunt Qin handed a mini thermos cup to Chen He, "Madam, this is the rock sugar and snow pear tea that my husband asked me to make for you. Please have some."
Chen He wanted to laugh when he heard the name, "Rock Sugar Snow Pear again."
Last time in the bridal shop, she drank some rock sugar pear soup and found it bitter, which led her second aunt to suspect that the bridal shop had poisoned her.
Song Jingcheng unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup himself and held it to Chen He's lips. "Take a sip."
Shen He took a bite.
"It's still bitter." She pursed her lips and pretended to be angry at Song Jingcheng: "Tell me! Do you want to murder your wife?"
Song Jingcheng laughed stiflingly, "How could I bear to do that?"
"Drink more to warm your stomach."
Although it tasted bitter, Shen He still drank half a cup.
Pulling Song Jingcheng to sit in front of the fireplace in the tea room, Shen He told Song Jingcheng: "While taking a walk tonight, my aunt told me about what happened in Hecheng that year. I learned that the misunderstanding between my uncle and grandma was actually caused by your mother."
Chen He did not elaborate on why Chu Zhi wanted to interfere.
But Song Jingcheng knew everything. He said, "Before my mother got married, she loved my eldest uncle, right?"
Shen He's pupils were shocked, "How did you know?"
"After a while, I heard my father arguing with her and he mentioned my uncle." Song Jingcheng felt strange at that time.
When a couple is jealous and bickering, they shouldn't involve his uncle.
Once it is brought up, it means that Song Changan cares about the relationship between his uncle and his mother.
"When my father was alive, he had quite a bit of contact with the Tang family in Hecheng, but the only person he really wanted to be close to was my second uncle."
"Although my eldest uncle and my mother have no blood relationship, the eldest brother is like a father, and my father is not so ignorant as to alienate my eldest uncle."
"That day at the Hot Spring Villa, I learned that my mother had lied to my grandmother and kicked her out of Crane City. I guessed this."
But that was just Song Jingcheng's guess.
He didn't mention the rumor.
Besides, his mother had done so many evil things that Song Jingcheng didn't have the face to mention them in front of Shen He.
It wasn't until Chen He mentioned it tonight that Song Jingcheng faced the matter head-on.
"Judging from your reaction, my guess should be correct."
Song Jingcheng's tone was gloomy. He leaned against the sofa and sighed, "If my mother hadn't interfered, perhaps my grandmother and my uncle would have been able to achieve a happy ending and not have wasted their lives..."
What makes Song Jingcheng feel most absurd and powerless is...
"My mother's lies ruined my grandmother's life, but in the end, she saved my life."
As for Chu Zhi, she neither apologized nor thanked Su Jin.
It is said that evil people will be punished, but Chu Zhi has done a lot of bad things in her life. Not only did she not suffer retribution, she also lived longer than many people.
Sensing Song Jingcheng's guilt, Shen He patted his hands and comforted him: "This is the old lady's fault, not yours."
"Jingchen, please don't go down this dead end. My grandma doesn't want to see you punish yourself for your mother's mistakes."
"My uncle should be the same."
It was because Uncle Tang Ji felt sorry for Song Jingcheng and didn't want Song Jingcheng to suffer from his conscience that he kept silent about what Chu Zhi had done to him.
Song Jingcheng held Chen He's hand in return and said, "I understand."
You understand it, but you can't escape the condemnation of your conscience.
He is a man with a conscience. He cannot do bad things and feel at ease like Chu Zhi did.
"I have something happy to tell you."
Song Jingcheng: "Hmm?"
"My grandmother said that when she died, she wanted to be buried as Mr. Tang Ji's wife."
Song Jingcheng was a little surprised.
ah?
"Then this generation..."
"Just yell whatever you want." Chen He didn't have any psychological burden. She said, "Uncle is still uncle, grandma is still grandma, there is no difference."
"Of course it's okay for the two of us to scream." Touching Chen He's still flat belly, Song Jingcheng suppressed a smile and said, "What should we scream after our baby is born?"
On one side is my uncle.
On one side is my great-grandmother.
"No matter what, the child can shout whatever he wants. Anyway, both old people love him." Why think so much?
"Oh right. The Cheng family's invitation has been sent to our Song Garden. I heard that our invitation was personally delivered by their chief steward."
"Shall we go?"
Song Jingcheng felt uncomfortable whenever this matter was mentioned.
"Are you going?" Song Jingcheng didn't want to go.
Chen He said, "We have to go. Our eldest brother is getting married, and as his younger brothers and sisters, how can we be absent? If we don't go in person, how can we watch the show online?"
"You come with me."
Song Jingcheng looked at Chen He's belly worriedly, "You're pregnant, and there are so many people over there, I'm worried."
"I'm just pregnant, not dying. I still have to work. Don't make such a fuss. When my grandmother was pregnant with Shen Guanghui, she had a great autumn harvest."
Seeing that Chen He was in good spirits, Song Jingcheng said with emotion: "With a mother as fierce as you, our child is not a fragile person."
"Okay, go ahead."
*
The next day.
The Cheng family will hold their wedding banquet on the 5th. According to wedding customs, Ou Ya will hold a wedding banquet for Ou Yalan today.
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