She amazed the world after the divorce

Yu Yu, who grew up eating delicacies from land and sea, never imagined that one day he would hold a bowl of ordinary noodle dumpling soup and cry like a child.

There isn’t even any scallop or shrimp in this dumpling soup.

Qing Hui was frightened and thought that what he cooked was not tasty.

He hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, and asked as he did so: "Yu, what's wrong?"

Yu Yu was speechless.

She missed her mother.

Do you miss Li'er?

The impression her biological mother Li'er gave her was that of an icy beauty lying in a crystal coffin.

She is her biological mother, but she does not have that kind of meticulous and detailed maternal love.

Want to be Joan?

Cheng Qiong only showed superficial concern for her. She never had any real maternal love, but only control and exploitation.

She was raised by a nanny. When she was young, Cheng Qiong was afraid that she would become too dependent on the nanny, so she changed the nanny every six months. Sometimes she was changed every three months, and the shortest was every three days. She was replaced before she got familiar with the nanny.

There is a term in early childhood education called impaired sense of order. She thought that her emotions in her early childhood were also damaged.

She laughed at herself, it was true that women were different after they became pregnant.

She wasn't usually this pretentious.

Qing Hui held her shoulders and shook her, "Yu, say something!"

Yu Yu's thoughts were disrupted and she looked at him with a slightly frowned brow.

Qing Hui thought she was going to get angry again, so he grabbed her hand and hit himself in the face.

He hit her once, but not wanting to hurt her hand, he let go of her hand and hit himself in the face.

There was a loud and crisp "pop" sound!

He is really ruthless.

The slap made his long face swollen, and half of his face turned visibly red and fatter, with five clear finger marks imprinted on that icy face.

Yu Yu burst out laughing, and as she laughed, tears began to flow again.

Qing Hui saw her smile and thought that this trick worked.

He raised his hand and struck himself on the other side of the face.

Yu Yu quickly put down the spoon, grabbed his wrist and said, "Silly donkey, doesn't your face hurt? How can you hit yourself in the face to death? Do I usually hit you so hard?"

Qing Hui said with a straight face: "It doesn't hurt, just smile."

Yu Yu sighed.

She is not Bao Si, and he is not King You of Zhou.

They were all just ordinary people. Qing Hui was sometimes even worse than ordinary people. But such a fool slapped himself in the face so hard just to make her laugh.

This is an ordinary, ridiculous, irritating and touching feeling.

Yu Yu raised her hand to brush off the flour on Qing Hui's hair, wiped off the flour on his face, and pointed at his clothes, "Go change your clothes, the blue ones are almost turning white, so dirty!"

Qing Hui stared at her bowl and said, "Finish it!"

The tone is harsh.

The servant was afraid that Yu Yu would get angry, so she hurriedly said, "Madam, the master used up eight pots of soup to make this one. The master is not good at saying sweet words, but everything he does is very heartwarming."

Yu Yu was touched, but blurted out: "He doesn't have a job, so isn't it normal for him to make some dumpling soup?"

She actually restrained herself.

In the past, she would have said he was a gigolo.

Qing replied: "I have money!"

Yu Yu smiled and patted his face, "Yes, my husband is rich. He always takes big jobs, ranging from a few million to tens of millions."

She lowered her head, picked up the spoon, and drank the bowl of dumpling soup mouthful by mouthful.

I have had various seafood dumpling soups in major hotels in the island city before. Without exception, they all contained a lot of seafood, but none of them tasted as good as this one.

After drinking the whole bowl, she didn't vomit. She felt a delicate, soothing warmth in her stomach, soft and sticky to her heart.

She felt sleepy and went to lie down on the bed.

After falling asleep, she dreamed of her mother Li'er.

Li'er came out from the cold crystal cabinet and lay down beside her, looking at her with loving eyes even though she was still an infant. Occasionally, she helped her to comb her hair, tuck in the corners of the quilt, and sometimes tucked her kicked legs back into the quilt.

She thought in her sleep that she was becoming so pretentious after getting pregnant.

I'm in my early thirties and I still miss my mother.

Is that little bit of caring so important?

Later she woke up and saw Qinghui lying beside her, looking at her with a different look than usual.

That look, how should I describe it, full of affection?

But because his face looked too much like a coffin, cold and without any warmth, that hint of affection was a little creepy.

Yu Yu was frightened and shuddered.

She said to Qing Hui: "I suddenly miss my mother and want to go see her."

Qing opened his mouth and uttered a word: "Yin."

Master's wife Li'er was lying in the tomb built for her by Dugu City. The tomb was cold and gloomy, and was decorated with various Feng Shui mechanisms. A normal person's yang energy would be damaged if they entered, let alone a pregnant woman?

Yu Yu said stubbornly: "Just take a look."

Qing Hui wanted to refuse, but seeing tears in her eyes and her eager look, he finally couldn't bear it.

He thought that at this time, if she wanted to eat his heart, he would probably dig it out and fry it for her.

What's more, I accompanied her to see Li'er.

He picked up Yu Yu's cell phone, walked out of the bedroom, and dialed Dugu Cheng's number.

After calling eight times, Dugu Cheng finally got through.

Qing Hui said in a stern voice: "Master, Yu Qingyu wants to see grandma."

Dugu Cheng said: "You are courting death."

Qing Hui was stunned and said, "I must see you!"

"If you don't want to live, just say so."

Qing Hui said with a stiff upper lip: "Yu Yu misses her mother."

Dugu Cheng said coldly, "Pregnancy is already weak, and the cemetery is extremely cold and gloomy. If you want to die, go ahead, but don't drag your wife and daughter into it. You only have this one daughter in your life, and if you lose her, getting her again will be harder than ascending to heaven."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Qing Hui called again, but his phone was turned off.

Qinghui naturally didn't want to lose Yu Qingyu, but seeing Yu Yu crying was really pitiful.

I walked back and forth in front of the window for eight minutes.

He turned around and returned to the room, saying to Yu Yu, "The tomb is very dark and you can't go in. I'll take you to live with my master's wife for a while."

Yu Yu nodded.

I've been having severe morning sickness lately, and I can't sit or lie still. I can't work, so I'm just lying at home anyway, so it might be nice to go to my mother's house and stay for a while.

She picked up her cell phone and called Yu Cheng and spoke briefly.

The next day, he forced himself to go to the company and handed over the project at hand to Yu Cheng and his subordinates.

That afternoon, she got in Qing Hui's car and went to her home in Dugu City.

Qing Hui drove a motorhome from the Yu Group.

It is convenient for Yu Yu to lie down.

Halfway through the journey, Qing Hui got out of the car and blindfolded her. This was an order given to him by his master; anyone who came had to be blindfolded halfway through the journey.

Yu Yu fell asleep while swaying.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar environment.

It was a simple and elegant room with a plain dressing table, a warm wooden bed, and plain-colored bedding. There was a very faint fragrance lingering in the room, which was the precious and high-quality sandalwood, but there was no incense burning.

Yu Yu sat up.

Looking around the bedroom, there is a sense of intimacy.

This is the room where my mother Li'er lived before she died.

She slipped on her slippers, walked to the dressing table, and picked up a large comb with a few strands of hair hanging on it.

She took her hair off, held it in her palm, and sniffed it.

Suddenly tears rolled down my eyes, and the long hair seemed to still have the fragrance of my mother.

She smiled at herself and thought, look, she's crying again. She's become so pretentious since she got pregnant.

She reached out and touched her belly, whispering, "Yu Qingyu, is it you who made me so hypocritical? You miss your grandma, right?"

Suddenly thinking of something, she raised her legs and walked quickly towards the door, opened it, and went to find Dugu Cheng.