Chapter 195 Uneasiness
His voice was full of self-blame, and his eyes were slightly red. "It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. But you left so suddenly, I... I was so afraid something had happened to you."
Song Yazhi turned her head away, unwilling to meet his gaze, but her eyes glistened with moisture under the dim light.
A tear slid slowly down her cheek, landing perfectly on her clothes, leaving a faint damp stain.
"You still know to come looking for me? I thought... you had long forgotten that I am your biological mother."
Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of grievance, a hint of blame, and a trace of undisguised disappointment.
"how so?"
Fu Lian stood there, his fingers twitching helplessly before relaxing.
He wanted to raise his hand to help his mother, but hesitated and withdrew it, looking as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.
"Mom, I was just too hasty and didn't think that much. What you just said... Qingqing, she really felt bad after hearing it."
"Enough!"
Song Yazhi suddenly turned her head and interrupted him sternly, a mixture of anger and disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"Wanyu kept advising me not to take it to heart the whole way, saying that young people like you are ignorant. I didn't want to waste my breath, so I just kept putting up with it."
She paused, her tone softening slightly, yet still carrying an undeniable coldness, "But now you're asking me why?"
Fang Wanyu immediately stood up, a gentle smile on her face, and hurriedly came over to smooth things over: "Brother Maidong, don't take it to heart. Auntie's words were indeed a bit harsh, but she said them because she was upset. Just apologize, and it will be over. Harmony in the family is the foundation of everything."
Fu Li'an lowered his eyes, his throat moved, and his voice was so low that it was almost as if he were talking to himself: "Mom, I'm sorry. It was my attitude that hurt you. Please don't be angry. It will only make me more worried if you get sick."
His tone was sincere, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of regret.
Qiao Wanyin stood at the door, her body pressed against the cold door frame, quietly watching everything inside.
Her fingers unconsciously dug at the hem of her clothes, her nails digging into her palms without her noticing.
Looking at Fang Wanyu's seemingly gentle and considerate demeanor, which actually concealed scheming, she felt a surge of disgust, but in the end, she bit her lower lip and didn't say a word.
She knew that if she spoke up, it would only make Fu Lian more embarrassed.
With her son gently supporting her arm, Song Yazhi slowly walked into the inner room.
As she passed Qiao Wanyin, she paused slightly, her eyes sweeping over her like knives, giving her a fierce glare.
In that glance, there was contempt, warning, and an unfathomable sense of rejection.
That gaze pierced Qiao Wanyin's heart like a cold wind, causing her to unconsciously take a half step back.
That night, the air in the Fu family home seemed to be pressed down by an invisible boulder, so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.
The living room lights appeared unusually pale, and even the ticking of the clock seemed to be pounding on everyone's tense nerves.
No one dared to speak loudly, and they even breathed cautiously, for fear of stirring up the next wave of conflict.
Fu Li'an lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He was caught between his mother and wife, as if being torn apart by two forces.
On one side was his mother who gave him life and raised him, and on the other side was his wife who loved him deeply.
He felt sorry for Qiao Wanyin who had been wronged, and regretted that he had just talked back to his mother.
That feeling of powerlessness washed over him like a tide, almost suffocating him.
Before going to sleep, he gently turned over and carefully pulled Qiao Wanyin into his arms.
He moved very gently, afraid of disturbing her, and whispered in her ear, "I'll go with you to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. If you're really pregnant, I'll definitely talk to Mom properly. This child is ours, and no one can bully you."
Qiao Wanyin leaned against his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her eyes slightly stinging.
She gently closed her eyes, her nose turning red, and simply murmured an "Mmm".
That sound, like the wind brushing across the water, carried trust, and also a hint of fragile expectation.
The next morning, the corridor of the obstetrics and gynecology department of the military hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window and dappled the tiled floor with soft light.
Fu Li'an held Qiao Wanyin's hand, and the two sat side by side on a bench in the waiting area. Their fingertips trembled slightly, and they conveyed their tension and hope through silent touch.
The door to the examination room opened, and Dr. Zhang came out with the ultrasound report, a relieved smile on his face: "Commander Fu, congratulations! This is wonderful news, you're going to be a father!"
She handed over the form, her tone full of blessings, "The fetal heartbeat is very stable, everything is normal."
Fu Li'an took the thin piece of paper, his hand trembling slightly, his fingertips even feeling a little numb.
He looked down at the blurry yet clearly discernible image above, and his eyes suddenly lit up, like stars suddenly illuminating the night sky.
"Thank you, Dr. Zhang! Thank you so much!"
His voice trembled with excitement as he turned sharply to look at Qiao Wanyin, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Qingqing, did you hear that? We're going to be parents!"
Qiao Wanyin slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on the ultrasound report.
She reached out and gently placed her hand on her still flat stomach, her fingertips trembling slightly.
That tiny life is quietly dormant within her body, subtly altering the trajectory of her life.
A complex mix of emotions surged within her—joy, trepidation, and a vague unease about the future.
This child came suddenly, but was destined to become the softest bond in her life.
“Dr. Zhang,” Fu Li’an had already taken out his notebook and pen from his pocket, looking as serious as a student preparing for an exam, “What should my wife pay attention to in her daily life? Are there any dietary restrictions? Can she continue working? If her work is too tiring, I’ll ask my company to transfer her to an easier position.”
The doctor adjusted his glasses, looked intently at the couple, and slowly began to speak: "Appropriate activity during pregnancy is beneficial, especially in early pregnancy when symptoms are not yet pronounced. As long as your work isn't too strenuous, it's perfectly fine to maintain a moderate level of activity. However, you must pay attention to your pace and avoid excessive stress or staying up late. You also need to be extra careful with your diet, ensuring a balanced intake of nutrients, with a reasonable mix of meat and vegetables, and plenty of protein and vitamin-rich foods. Try to minimize your intake of raw, cold, or cooling foods, such as iced drinks and cold dishes; avoid spicy and stimulating foods as well, such as chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, as these can easily cause internal heat and may affect the stability of the fetus."
He paused, then added, "In addition, maintaining a good mood is also very important. Too much emotional fluctuation is not good for the mother and the baby. Come for regular check-ups and have your prenatal check-ups on time, and everything will go smoothly."
On the way home, the setting sun cast dappled light and shadow on the bluestone slabs of the alley.
Fu Lian pushed the old bicycle with one hand, the wheels making a slight creaking sound as they rolled over the road, while his other hand held Qiao Wanyin's shoulder steadily, as if afraid she might lose her balance.
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