As soon as he got home, the door said to him, "The old lady invites you to come in."

I don't know why, but I felt a little nervous and went to the back hall in two steps.

Mrs. Song was saying to the maid next to her in the back, "Remember for me, let the maid come to Beijing, she makes the best soup!"

Turning around, he saw his son coming and said loudly, "Shang'er, good news! Ruotong is pregnant!"

Song Shang felt relieved when he heard this. Finally, he was going to have another child! "Mother, what did the doctor say?"

"It's all right! Ruotong is strong and she doesn't have any bad reactions. I'll let her rest in the house! The first three months are important, so don't be careless."

"Then go and take a look, son." Song Shang smiled and walked away hurriedly.

Mrs. Song looked at his back and said to the maid beside her, "When people reach a certain age, they value offspring. Do you remember when Wei was pregnant? I told him about it, but he didn't react at all!"

The old woman said, "Madam, it's not just this. Our current Fifth Madam is so lovely!"

"Oh, you're really right."

Although Yao Ruotong was in the room, she was not lying down. She was not so delicate. She was making small clothes for Song Shang with her own hands! Seeing Song Shang coming in, she blushed and smiled. The two chatted for a while, and Song Shang got up and went to the front, flipping through the account book, looking for a suitable gift for his pregnant wife.

Suddenly, someone at the door said, "Sir, our eldest daughter is here!"

Song Shang raised an eyebrow and closed the account book.

Song Chihan came in, wearing a beige dress and a white pearl flower on her head. The expression on her face was obviously not in line with her age.

Song Shang laughed secretly, he was still a child after all, thinking he was mature and capable. But he didn't expect that this kind of pretending to be mature clearly showed that he was going to do something...

"Hanhan." Song Shang smiled warmly, "Why are you here?"

Song Chihan looked at Song Shang intently and actually smiled, "I heard the good news about mother. Congratulations to father."

"Yeah. Sweetie...what is this?"

Song Chihan was followed by a woman and a maid, carrying a small food box with a steaming pot of food and two small snacks on it.

"This is the first soup my daughter made. I brought it here for Dad to taste and see if there's anything that needs to be improved. Mom just happened to be pregnant... maybe my daughter can take care of her for Dad in the future."

"Great! You've become a big girl in no time. Daddy is very relieved." He looked at the food box. "It just so happens that your grandmother said she wants to invite the old lady from the hometown to Beijing. The old lady is good at making soup. When she comes, we can learn a few tricks from her. How about this... let's take the soup to the back and let your grandmother and daddy taste it together."

He looked at Song Chihan with a smile on his face.

Song Chihan's eyes froze for a moment, and she said hesitantly, "My daughter wants Dad to try it first! When it's done well, I'll give it to Grandma. It will be a big hit, won't it?"

"Haha, you still know how to make a splash?! That's your grandmother. She's the person closest to you. No matter how good the soup is, it's not as important as your thoughts! She must be so happy to see it! Okay?"

Song Shang asked, but his body did not move.

He is still giving her a chance! Song Chihan lowered his eyes...

"Okay," she replied.

Song Shang nodded, "Let's go then."

Mrs. Song was even happier when she saw her son and granddaughter coming together: "Why are you two together? What are you carrying?"

"Mom, Hanhan made some soup today. Let's have some for us to try."

"Oh, Han Baoer can even cook soup? That's great!" Mrs. Song looked at Song Chihan tenderly, "My dear, you really look like a big sister now. When your mother gives birth to a brother or sister, you can help your grandmother take care of them!"

Just now, when her father said that he wanted to taste this soup with her grandmother, Song Chihan hesitated, after all, her grandmother had always been so kind to her. But now, when she heard it, her heart immediately hardened as iron.

Having a grandchild means I become a servant? The eldest sister has to take care of the younger siblings?

Bah! Why don't they be so happy?

She forced a smile: "I'll always listen to grandma!" She turned around and asked the maid to take out the snacks and put the jar on the small table.

Song Shang said, "There's a jar like this! Bring a few more bowls!"

Mrs. Song was particular about food, so the room was well stocked. The little girl brought over two small bowls.

Song Shang walked to the small table and prepared to scoop the soup.

"Father, let your daughter come here!" Song Chihan hurried forward.

"Okay! Come on!"

Mrs. Song said, "Be careful not to get burned. This kind of jar is always hot!"

"Yes." Song Chihan scooped two bowls of soup and went to get a spoon.

Song Shang asked: "Why are there only two bowls? And yours, Xiao Hanhan?"

"Daughter...this is for grandma and father to taste. My daughter doesn't need it." Song Chihan was a little nervous.

"Grandma and father drink and you watch? That doesn't make sense!" Song Shang didn't say much. He personally served a bowl and placed it in front of Song Chihan.

Mrs. Song sat down at the small table and looked at it carefully: "It has both color and fragrance, let's taste it!"

Song Shang also sat at the small table, stirring the soup in front of him with a spoon. He looked up at his daughter: "Hanhan!? You drink too!"

Song Chihan said: "Of course, grandma and father tasted it first..."

Mrs. Song scolded, "Why are you two still giving way to each other?"

They were both the heads of the family, and they were the ones who were in charge of her. So, she also took the bowl: "Dad, please try it..." She held the spoon, as if she was going to drink it in the next moment, but all her attention was on the two people in front of her.

Mrs. Song scooped a spoonful and was about to put it in her mouth.

Song Chihan stared at his grandmother...his heart was pounding.

At this moment, Song Shang finally gave up. He stretched out his hand to stop her: "Mother."

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Song asked puzzledly.

Song Shang looked at Song Chihan, "Do you think the soup you cooked is suitable for her to eat?"

The blue veins on Song Chihan's face seemed to be throbbing. "Grandma, you can try it first. If there's anything you don't like, you can pay attention to it next time your daughter makes it."

"Oh, I see..." Song Shang took the bowl from his mother's hand.

Although he had replaced the poison long ago, as long as he thought about Song Chihan's original intention, he couldn't bear to see his mother eat it.

He didn't even ask Wen Yu, in the last life, he and she were tortured to death in prison, what about their mother? How is their mother? Perhaps Wen Yu didn't know.

If she knew she was dead, how could her mother live? Song Shang waved his hand gently, "Take her away!"

As the door opened, a slender woman came in. "Miss, please!"

Song Chihan glared at Song Shang.

"Shang'er, what happened?" Mrs. Song became serious.

Song Shang didn't want to let his mother know, but how could he hide such a thing from her?

"Do you want to tell your grandmother who loves you the most yourself?"

"Father, tell me something?" Song Chihanning became excited.

"Wei Zhikuan is still waiting for your news? Did you have a good time with that dirty old woman?"

Caught! Song Chihan's eyes turned red and tears flowed down, but she still didn't speak.

Mrs. Song didn't understand what was going on. "What's wrong? Shang'er, don't scare me. What happened? Han Baoer..."

Song Chihan's neck stiffened and he screamed, "Don't call me Han Baoer! It's disgusting! You obviously like your grandson, why are you pretending to love me?"

"Han Baoer? What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Song was stunned.

Song Shang said in a deep voice: "I can understand how much you hate me. After all, it was me who made your mother leave. I was always busy with my own affairs and didn't care enough about you. But how did your grandmother treat you over the years? Even if you did many things wrong, she never blamed you! But this is your grandmother!"

Song Chihan's face was filled with resentment: "She loves me?! If she loved me, she wouldn't allow you to drive my mother away! My mother wouldn't have been burned to death!"

She turned to look at Mrs. Song again: "You love me? You love your eldest grandson, right? You actually made me learn how to cook soup to serve him! Bah! You wishful thinking, if my uncle hadn't urged me, I would have let Yao Ruotong give birth to the child and then killed him in front of you!"

"You!" Mrs. Song was almost frightened to death. "What happened? Song Shang! Song Shang!" She gasped and reached out to Song Shang.

Song Shang walked over calmly, "Mother! Don't worry..."

"Is she possessed by a ghost?" Mrs. Song held him tightly.

"No, she wanted to kill her son. Then, with the help of Wei Zhikuan, she would take over the Song family."

Mrs. Song was heartbroken, but she calmed down. She had experienced too much... "It seems that the humanity of the Song and Wei families has been passed on to you."

Standing up, he looked at Song Chihan, "Your father has been carrying the death of your grandfather and uncle on his shoulders since he was a child, without stopping for a single day. He doesn't care about money. And the Wei family forced your mother to marry him for money. They also agreed to your mother's departure for money. In their eyes, there was only money from beginning to end. And you cooperate with Wei Zhikuan?"

Song Chihan glared: "I don't care! I know they are not that good! But you are not much better!"

Mrs. Song shook her head. "I, I don't want to talk to her anymore!"

"Take him away!" Song Shang ordered.

The woman's cold voice: "Miss, please!"

Song Chihan seemed to come back to his senses, "Grandma?"

Mrs. Song sat there calmly.

"You don't want to see me again, is this how you love me?"

Mrs. Song said nothing, just stared at the bowl.

Song Shang raised his chin and said, "Take him out!"

The woman pulled gently, Song Chihan screamed, and was taken out.

Mrs. Song shed tears silently for a long time: "How are you going to deal with her?"

"There's a very nice nunnery in Mount Wutai. Let her practice Buddhism there, right?"

"I heard that the mountains there are steep, transportation is inconvenient, and life is hard."

"I don't want to be the one who kills my own daughter, but if she continues like this, I'm afraid she will die. I secretly donated money to the nunnery so that she won't suffer too much. But she must stay away from us!"

"Where is Wei Zhikuan?" Mrs. Song really hated this man.

"Don't worry, my son is doing his job!"