Fang Wenxuan sat alone by the window, with a pot of tea and a cake.
She was holding her mobile phone, quiet and comfortable, with a face full of tenderness and pampering.
In the photo album, there are photos she secretly took during lunch. Without exception, they are all of her precious son Suning.
The way he picks up vegetables, the way he drinks water, the way he gets up...
Fang Wenxuan flipped through the pages one by one, sometimes laughing softly, sometimes pursed her lips in silence.
There was a look of joy between her eyebrows, and it was hard to move her eyes away, as if she couldn't see enough.
"Now you are satisfied." An old voice came from the distant passage. Granny Diao in gray clothes walked slowly forward with a cane and said: "A little more like you, especially the eyes, nose, and mouth, they are like the same person.
Carved from the mold."
Fang Wenxuan quickly stood up to greet her, helped the old woman sit on the chair opposite, and asked with concern: "Why are you here? Fanyin has told you to rest more at home and not run around at will."
Granny Diao was slightly out of breath, turned her head and coughed a few times, leaned her crutches against the table, shook her head and said, "I've been sleeping for too long, and my bones are aching. My second brother is here with me, so safety won't be a problem."
Fang Wenxuan poured a cup of warm tea and thoughtfully handed it to the old man. She said with joy, "Xiao Ningzi forgives me. He doesn't blame me."
"What I was most worried about has not happened. As you said, he doesn't care about my plans or my identity as the mistress of the Chen family."
"All he cares about is why I left the Su family twelve years ago and why I ignored him."
"He hates me, blames me, and annoys me, but he also cares about me."
Fang Wenxuan, with eyes like crescent moons, sat down next to Granny Diao and said, "As long as Xiao Ningzi is willing to recognize me as her mother, I will never have any regrets in my life."
"My little darling is very much like me in temperament and temperament. He is very stubborn and very soft-hearted."
"Typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, gurgling...not to mention how cute he is."
Grandma Diao held warm tea and echoed: "You are kind-hearted. It's not surprising that you have an equally kind-hearted son."
"When I find Su Mingkang, when this year is over and your family is reunited safely, I will be able to put an end to my worries, old lady."
Fang Wenxuan's bright smile turned solid, and her bright eyes suddenly dimmed: "He won't want me again."
Granny Diao stared and said, "What? He, a farmer who makes a living, still has the guts to dislike you?"
"You came to the Chen family and became the nominal mistress of the Chen family. But you have kept a clean mind over the years, and Chen Xuanjun has never touched you once."
"Whether it's body or mind, you are clean and worthy of him."
"In that case, what right does he have to abuse you?"
The old woman sarcastically said in a sinister manner: "I'm poor, so let him do as he pleases."
"With your status and appearance at the moment, are you afraid that you won't be able to find a suitable man to entrust you to your life?"
Fang Wenxuan forced her face to smile and said: "If you don't say these things, I have recognized my son. Now I am satisfied."
"It doesn't matter to me whether I can return to Taoshan Village and renew our relationship. Twelve years later, he may not be able to treat me the same way he did before."
"Instead of living together with grudges in mind, it is better to be well on our own and bless each other."
Granny Diao sighed and said, "That seems to be the truth."
Fang Wenxuan asked: "Is there any action on Chen Xuanjun's side?"
"After knowing your true identity, there is no reason for him to remain calm."
...
In the evening, I invited Sister Xiaoping and her classmates to dinner. Meng Fan and Xiao Minghe, who had originally agreed to go with me, "both broke their promises."
Meng Fan wasn't feeling well. He said he had a cold last night and needed to rest.
Xiao Minghe received a call from her father, asking her to go back to Xiao's house.
In this way, I, who had hoped for Meng Fan's lively atmosphere, could only accept the appointment alone.
By coincidence, the place where Sister Xiaoping and the others chose to have dinner was the entertainment city opened by her aunt Fang Wenyan.
