Zhuo Yuan received a message from his mother Cheng Zhimin when he got off work.
"If you want your mother to die, just continue to be with her."
"You can't live so selfishly. Have your parents ever made any demands on you since you were a child? If you want to study abroad, then study abroad. If you want to start a business abroad, then start a business abroad. If you don't follow the path laid out for you by your grandfather and father,
I'll follow you, except for the matter of marriage, can you think about the Zhuo family and your grandfather?"
"Last night, your grandfather was so angry that you sent him to the hospital, but he still couldn't bear to say a word to you."
Cheng Zhimin's message was sent in large chunks. Zhuo Yu'an was driving the car and glanced at it casually, frowning slightly. Wasn't it resolved last night? He thought at least he wouldn't come to him again so soon. Why did it only take a day?
Are you nagging again?
"What's the matter?" he asked coldly.
"Shu Tinglan's mother is a mental patient, and her family dares to hide it. Don't you think it's scary? And don't believe it, mental illness is hereditary. Do you really want to bear that your future child will be mentally ill?" Cheng Zhimin asked.
After sending these words, her whole body was still cold and trembling. In her life, which she thought was perfect, she could never accept such a family.
"I know that her mother has mental illness. They did not hide it from me and told me from the beginning. And if it is really hereditary, we will never have children in this life."
As if Cheng Zhimin didn't recognize these words, he read them over and over again several times, and finally confirmed what he meant. His heart felt as if it was broken, and he almost spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Trembling Youyou sent a voice message: "You are so obsessed and hopeless."
She felt ten years older in an instant, exhausted, and completely helpless with her son. This child had never heard her words since he was a child. Now that Zhuo Hong had something in his own son's hands, she really didn't dare to move. Everything was waiting for him to be transferred back smoothly.
Let’s talk about it after Beijing.
The nanny next to her was making ginseng tea and lighting concentration incense. She was so worried that she would get angry that she even called the family doctor several times, but her complexion was still pale and pale. The nanny knew that she was holding back.
Her heart was bleeding. If she hadn't been worried about her husband's future, she would have torn that girl into pieces.
The nanny sighed inwardly. She knew Teacher Cheng too well. If she endured it like this, she might be able to do something big in the future. Zhuo Yuan might not be her match.
"Has dinner been cooked?" Cheng Zhimin suddenly asked.
"It's done, I'll serve it right away."
"Pack your bags and come with me to their house."
"Going to Yu An's house? Do you want to say hello first?" The nanny was afraid that if they went there rashly, they would be unhappy when they turned around.
"Do I need to say hello in advance when I go to my son's house? Who made this rule? If I don't go today, I don't know how that woman will arrange for me in front of Yu An." Cheng Zhimin was referring to her visit to the hospital.
"Okay, I'll pack it up and take it over right away. You can heat it up and eat it."
The driver has prepared the car and takes them all the way there.
It was Shu Tinglan who opened the door and let them go upstairs. At that time, Zhuo Yuan was cooking in the kitchen and she was packing her luggage for her honeymoon tomorrow.
It was the first time for the nanny to come here. It took her a long time to find the kitchen. When she saw her son-in-law rolling up his sleeves and cutting vegetables on the island, he was dumbfounded and hurried over and said