Yang Fengxia kept accusing Fang Xue, but it wasn't hard to hear her worry for her in her words.
Fang Hai was completely confused, as if he understood but also as if he didn't.
Too lazy to guess, he simply asked, "Mom, what's wrong with my older sister? What happened to her child?"
"What child? She's not pregnant!" Yang Fengxia's face turned ashen with anger. "She's just like Zhou Xiaoxia; she was also fooled by that fake master!"
Fang Qiao suddenly realized.
No wonder Fang Xue didn't look pregnant at all this morning; it turns out she really wasn't pregnant.
However, this was none of Fang Qiao's business; the task of comforting Yang Fengxia was left to Fang Hai and his wife. It was getting dark, and she really had to leave.
Fang Qiao pushed her bicycle out without even asking Fang Xue a question. Yang Fengxia watched her back and couldn't help but feel a little cold-hearted, thinking that her youngest daughter was too indifferent.
She complained to Fang Hai, "Xiao Qiao is too heartless. They are sisters, after all. Her older sister is in such a bad situation, and she doesn't even care about her."
Fang Hai awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn't say anything.
Holding her daughter, Dong Ping couldn't help but roll her eyes.
care?
Does she deserve it?
Given what my older sister did, it's already quite polite of me not to gloat or laugh out loud!
*
As autumn deepens and the weather turns cooler, the evening breeze brings a touch of coolness.
At first it was quite pleasant, but then I felt a bit cold. The cool breeze made my fingers icy, and gradually my hands started to stiffen.
Fang Qiao thought that she should wear gloves next time she rides her bike.
It was cold, the days were short, and the nights were long. Before five o'clock, the sun had already set, and the sky was gradually getting dark.
Fang Qiao turned at the intersection and suddenly saw a Jeep with its headlights on coming from the opposite direction. She quickly rode her bike to the side of the road to make way for the Jeep.
To her surprise, the jeep stopped right in front of her.
The road was blocked, so she stopped her bike, put one foot on the ground to support herself, and rested the other foot on her toe tweezers, turning her head in confusion.
The car door opened, and Cheng Baidong got out of the car.
Fang Qiao's face lit up with a surprised smile: "Why are you here?"
“It’s getting dark, and it’s not safe on the road. I’m worried about you riding your bike back alone.” Cheng Bodong tilted his head at her, indicating that she should get on the bike first and he would put it in the trunk.
"good."
Fang Qiao opened the car door and climbed into the passenger seat.
Cheng Baidong put the bicycle in the trunk, got in the car, started the engine, turned the steering wheel, and drove back.
Out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Bodong saw Fang Qiao rubbing her hands together and breathing on them to warm them. He reached out and grasped her hands; they felt icy cold.
He said with concern, "Why are your hands so cold?"
"It's cold, and I wasn't wearing gloves while riding my bike. The wind was whistling."
Cheng Baidong's palm was dry and warm, completely enveloping her small hand, and Fang Qiao comfortably squinted her eyes.
Cheng Baidong drove with one hand and warmed Fang Qiao's hands with the other.
"You're back so late today, did something happen at home that kept you from coming back, brother?"
"I guess so. But it wasn't my older brother who had something to do, it was my older sister."
Fang Qiao quickly explained to Cheng Baidong how Fang Xue had been deceived.
"That scammer's medicine has some problems. She wasn't feeling well after giving birth to Panpan, and now that her body is damaged, it will be even harder for her to get pregnant in the future."
Cheng Baidong had a very bad impression of Fang Xue. Upon hearing this, he said indifferently, "She was never destined to have children, so it doesn't matter whether she gets hurt or not."
"That's true."
In her previous life, Fang Xue longed for a daughter until her death. On the contrary, Zhang Jun, in his middle age, brought home a young son, causing chaos in the family.
Looking back now, Fang Qiao thinks her older sister was actually quite pitiful.
He's almost retired, but instead of enjoying a peaceful life, he's raising a "younger son" who isn't even his own.
When I pick up my child from kindergarten, I get asked every few days, "Are you the child's grandmother?" It's both heartbreaking and upsetting.
Of course, she deserved it; who told her not to be willing to get a divorce?
Holding onto that old man who smelled so much like an old man, she couldn't bear to let go. Of course, she had to raise someone else's cheap son and become a mother without any pain.
"By the way, Zhang Yuan asked Lao Chen to act as a matchmaker today, but I told him I'm not in charge of marriage matters and refused for now. He might have to ask someone else to help you arrange it later. When you get home, talk to Xiao Jing and ask her what she thinks."
Cheng Baidong suddenly changed the subject, startling Fang Qiao. Her mind went blank for a moment. "Who?"
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