"Mingyou... Mingyou..." Jian Yuwei looked at Xia Mingyou who was kneeling in front of her, tears streaming down her face, her heart twisting like a knife, and she stamped her feet vigorously. It seemed that there was huge pain accumulated in her heart but nowhere to vent it.
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She stretched out her hand to pull Xia Mingyou, but couldn't pull her. She had to bend down and hug her son's head, crying and saying: "Mingyou, mom is wrong, mom is wrong, isn't it okay? Get up, get up!"
Shang Mengwan, who was standing aside, was stunned. She had never seen Xia Mingyou like this. He had always been so tough and resolute in her eyes, but now he knelt in front of his mother for his sister. She
Very heartbroken and very sad.
Why is the Xia family always in such a turmoil because of Xia Yucheng? Why? Why?
Shang Mengwan couldn't understand, so she cried and stepped forward to pull him: "Brother Mingyou, get up! Get up!"
"I really didn't know that things would turn out like this..." Jian Yuwei said heartbrokenly, "Chengcheng is like this, I feel uncomfortable, really uncomfortable..."
After all, he has been raised for more than 20 years, how could he not have any feelings at all?
Perhaps, Xia Yucheng had always been strong and tolerant in front of her, and nothing had ever happened as big as today, so Jian Yuwei was also confused and at a loss.
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After returning home, Jian Yuwei rushed into the kitchen, found ingredients from the refrigerator, and began to prepare soup for Xia Yucheng to replenish her body.
"Auntie..." Shang Mengwan also followed into the kitchen, "Let me do it! You go and have a rest, and I'll make something to eat. Everyone hasn't eaten yet..."
"Chengcheng is like this. I can't eat anymore. You can cook! It's for you and Mingyou. I'll make some angelica and astragalus chicken soup and deliver it to Chengcheng later."
"Don't she want to see you?"
"She is my daughter, who can she see if she doesn't see me? Why are you staring at me, cooking and cooking..."
A complicated expression flashed across Shang Mengwan's eyes, but she said nothing and silently prepared to cook.
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On the stove, a casserole simmering with chicken soup was steaming, and the kitchen was filled with the unique smell of medicinal herbs.
"Wan'er..."
"Um?"
"You haven't told anyone what I told you, right?" Jian Yuwei asked carefully.
Shang Mengwan's eyes flickered: "No, who should I tell?"
"You must be laughing at me in your heart!"
"No, Auntie, I just feel... so strange!" Shang Mengwan put the picked vegetables in the sink to rinse, "You seem to be really sad."
"Wan'er, do you have any conscience? How did you say that? Chengcheng had a miscarriage, shouldn't I be sad? I have raised her for more than twenty years, do you really think of me as a coward?" Jian Yuwei asked angrily
.
Indeed, her feelings for Xia Yucheng are quite complicated, so complicated that she herself can hardly understand them. Although she sometimes vents her resentment on Xia Yucheng, today's miscarriage is really not
What she wants to see.
"I don't know if it was because I pressed on Chengcheng's belly when I fell for the second time, so... Hey! Why didn't I stabilize? Wan'er, you don't know, I saw the blood coming from Chengcheng
When the juice flowed out of my body, I really wanted to slap myself a few times. It was so scary... Really, I never thought it would happen. Chengcheng asked me to leave, so I should have listened to her. Why am I such a fool?
?”
Jian Yuwei's eye circles were always red and her eyelids were swollen. When she said this, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.
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PS: Dear readers, although Jian Yuwei is hateful, she really did not do this. Guess who did it?