Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Yu Wei hugged her arm and smiled coquettishly, "I knew my mother was the best to me."

Song Qinghe hugged her tenderly.

After returning to the villa, Yan Tingsong carried Song Qinghe back to the bedroom. Song Qinghe pushed him and said, "Go and get the gift I prepared for Weiwei."

Yan Tingsong looked at her with some distress, "You are too tired, you should take a rest."

Song Qinghe shook his head and held his hand, "Today is the first day of the new year. I want Weiwei to see the gift today."

Yan Tingsong couldn't resist her, so he had to leave the room.

Yu Wei sat by the bed, "I'm not in a hurry. As long as it's a gift from you, I'll like it whenever I see it."

Song Qinghe looked at her with a smile, "It's rare that I slept for a short time today and felt a little energetic. Who knows when I will wake up next time."

Soon the door was opened, and the servants came in pushing a shelf covered with brown cloth.

"Weiwei, go open your gift."

Yu Wei stood up and walked over, lifting the cloth on it, and a beautiful wedding dress appeared in front of everyone. The wedding dress was purely handmade, and many of the details were done by Song Qinghe herself.

The pure white wedding dress is embellished with star-like diamonds, which shine brightly and are noble and elegant.

Song Qinghe said softly: "Weiwei, this is a wedding dress and a formal dress."

Yu Wei looked at her puzzled, and Song Qinghe explained, "You can remove the white gauze and the swallowtail on it, and it will become a dress. If getting married can make you happy, then use it as a wedding dress to accompany you when you get married. , If you don’t want to get married, don’t force yourself, treat it as a dress, and be yourself happily.”

Looking at her gentle eyebrows, Yu Wei's eyes turned red, "Thank you, I like it very much."

After saying this, Song Qinghe seemed to have spent too much energy, and she coughed violently again. Yan Tingsong walked to the bed, supported her and patted her back.

Song Qinghe took the handkerchief and covered her lips, and the blood quickly dyed the white handkerchief red.

Yan Tingsong's eyes were deep, "You're tired, please rest for a while, okay?"

Song Qinghe nodded and lay back on the bed, her eyebrows furrowed. Yu Wei knew that although she tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, in fact, she was enduring the bone-piercing pain in her heart every minute and every second.

Yu Wei helped her apply some more medicine packs, and Song Qinghe's expression finally relaxed a little, and he fell asleep again.

Yu Wei received a call from Han Chunyan, asking her to go back to Yu's house for dinner in the evening.

Thinking that Yan Wenzhou already knew about her pregnancy, Yu Wei agreed. She was afraid that Han Chunyan would find out that she was pregnant. She had not been back to Yu's house for two months.

After Yu Wei left, Song Qinghe woke up once. She saw Yan Tingsong and motioned for him to come closer, "Can you let me meet Wenzhou?"

Yan Tingsong nodded, "Okay, I'll let him come to see you."

……

Han Chunyan thought she was dazzled when she saw Yu Wei's bulging belly.

Yu Wei sat down on the sofa with a calm expression.

"Didn't you say it was a lie?" Han Chunyan reached out and wanted to touch her belly, "Is it stuffed with pillows?"

"real."

Han Chunyan's hand paused, and then she patted Yu Wei helplessly, "Are you itchy? How dare you joke with your mother about this kind of thing! Whose child is it? Yan Wenzhou's?"

Yu Wei nodded.

Han Chunyan was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and said, "Where is the other person? He is still dead abroad? Call him and tell him to come back immediately! You have made your belly fat. What does he mean by running abroad to be cool? He doesn't want to be responsible. ?”

Yu Wei looked at her calmly, "Mom, I was just afraid that you would be like this, so I didn't tell you."

"What do I look like? Weiwei, if you get pregnant, he doesn't even want to be responsible. What a shame for such a man! Do you want to give birth to this child alone?"

"Mom, when I am with him, I do it voluntarily." Yu Wei stroked her belly, "I am very lucky to have this baby, and I am also looking forward to its birth. It's not that he doesn't want to be responsible, it's that I don't want him to be responsible. , because I can raise my children well alone.”

Han Chunyan reacted for a long time, and she walked around the living room several times.

Yu Wei explained to her, "I won't stay with anyone for the sake of my children. Mom, I have the ability to take care of myself and my children."

"Weiwei, are you going to keep your son from your father?" Han Chunyan's eyes suddenly brightened, "That's right, just like Yan Wenzhou, even if you get married, you may not be a good husband, and you can't jump into the same fire pit twice! It’s better to just have a child! But, will he be willing?”

Han Chunyan walked around the living room several times, "Weiwei, why don't you hide abroad and give birth to the child..."

"Mom, he is the father of the child. No one can change it. I will not deprive him of his right to be a father."

It's just that she doesn't want to be with him anymore.

Early the next morning, a villa in the middle of the mountain.

Yan Wenzhou walked into the living room. Yan Tingsong had been waiting in the living room for a long time. When he saw him coming in, he smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to see her."

Yan Wenzhou was a little dazed when he saw the smile on Yan Tingsong's face. After all, his father had only smiled at him a limited number of times since he was a child.

Yan Wenzhou glanced at him expressionlessly, "Lead the way."

Yan Tingsong sent Yan Wenzhou to the bedroom door, "She is in very bad health now and cannot be stimulated anymore."

"How can I stimulate her?" Yan Wenzhou said sarcastically, "If I can, I never want to see you again in my life."

Yan Tingsong looked at him deeply and said, "Wenzhou, everyone has their own debts to repay. For your mother to leave with dignity like this, it is the best ending for her."

Yan Wenzhou laughed, "What about the debt you owe her? How are you going to repay it? Do you rely on your conscience?"

Yan Wenzhou stopped looking at him, opened the door and walked in.

Song Qinghe sat on the bedside and smiled when he saw him coming in, "I thought you wouldn't come to see me."

"You know very well that you are her biological mother. She cares about you very much. Even if it is for her, I will come to see you."

"do you hate me?"

Yan Wenzhou looked calm, "I used to hate it."

"Although it's a little late, I still want to say sorry to you." Song Qinghe looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry that you were hurt because of me."

"I am the one who should be sorry, because of the mistakes my mother made." Yan Wenzhou looked at her, "I have no right to hate you."

"Your mother is your mother, and you are you." Song Qinghe coughed a few more times, "You don't have to be sorry for those things, and she has already paid the price for what she did."

"You are a kind child, that's why you are trapped by those things." Song Qinghe said softly, "It was not you who killed her, but herself. It was she who pushed herself to a dead end step by step."

Yan Wenzhou's eyes darkened a bit.

"She still didn't let go until the end. The hatred she carried was too heavy. Are you going to continue to carry it for her?"

"I don't have many days left." Song Qinghe looked out the window, "I know Weiwei still has you in her heart. I hope you can love her well and give her happiness."

Yu Wei was worried about Song Qinghe's health. She rushed to the mountainside villa early in the morning and saw a familiar car in the yard. Yu Wei's eyes darkened a little.

She hurried upstairs and saw Yan Wenzhou coming out of Song Qinghe's room.

The two of them haven't spoken yet.

"Boom!" There was a sound from the bedroom. Yu Wei's face darkened, she pushed Yan Wenzhou away and ran in anxiously.