After Qin Xiaoran was depressed for more than a month because of Qin Muhan's accidental death, an idea suddenly occurred to him.
Then, he pestered her every night, trying to get her to give him another child, which made her waist tremble.
Oh my God, he didn't even think about it. Although she looked young, she was already in her forties.
Moreover, Mo Wushuang already has Qin Muhan's child in his belly.
If she had another child with Qin Xiaoran now, the child would be born younger than Mo Wushuang's child.
When the time comes, as a mother-in-law, will she still need her daughter-in-law to serve her during confinement and help her take care of the children?
Qin Xiaoran didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just felt that their bloodline should not wither. He thought that maybe if they had another child, they would be able to completely get over the pain of losing a child.
He didn't care at all about whether his children were younger or older.
Ye Lingyun brought a cup of hot water to Mo Wushuang, and then peeled a plate of lychees for Mo Wushuang very considerately.
Mo Wushuang looked at Ye Lingyun who was taking good care of him, his eyes were red with emotion, and he took a piece of crystal clear lychee meat and brought it to Ye Lingyun's mouth:
"Mommy, you eat too."
"Yeah." Seeing how filial Mo Wushuang was, Ye Lingyun smiled and ate the lychee: "My daughter-in-law is so filial. It is his good fortune that my son can marry you for eight lifetimes."
When Mo Wushuang heard this exaggerated statement, he curled up his red lips in confusion:
"Mother, you don't need to praise me so much! In fact, you peeled the lychee flesh, and I just borrowed the flowers to offer to Buddha."
As she spoke, she looked at Ye Lingyun with bright eyes, sincere and full of admiration:
"It should be said that it was because I, Mo Wushuang, saved the galaxy in my previous life that I met such a wonderful mother-in-law like you and such a wonderful husband like Qin Muhan."
Hearing this, Ye Lingyun felt distressed and leaned Mo Wushuang's head on her shoulder:
"Silly boy, you are obviously very good and outstanding! Don't belittle yourself."
How could her son, who was obviously not dead but didn't know how to go home, deserve Mo Wushuang to praise him so much?
She didn't want to hear Mo Wushuang praise Qin Muhan, because the more she listened, the more guilty she felt. So, she glanced at the time on her phone, found an excuse and said:
"Wushuang, if you are tired, go to the bedroom and sleep for a while. If you are not tired, you can also go for a stroll in the garden, or just watch TV here."
"It's getting late, I have to go cook, and I can't accompany you for the time being."
Mo Wushuang took Ye Lingyun's hands, which had become a little rough because he had been cooking for her recently:
"Mommy, actually there are servants and chefs at home. You don't need to cook at all. Just let the servants do the cooking!"
"How can that be okay? You are carrying my precious grandson in your belly, and I promised my son to take good care of you."
"How can a chef feel confident if I do it myself?"
Ye Lingyun shook her head without hesitation, rejected Mo Wushuang's proposal, and then said with a smile:
"Besides, I feel honored and happy to be able to cook for you myself!"
"At that time, when my two grandsons grow up, I can still show them off. When they were in my mother's belly, my grandma would cook for them every day."
"Haha..." Mo Wushuang chuckled when he heard this, and said seriously:
"Then when they grow up, I will tell them that they must be filial to grandma, remember grandma's contribution, and don't forget grandma's love for them."
"That's a good relationship!" Ye Lingyun heard Mo Wushuang's answer and smiled happily.
"You have fun! I'm going to the kitchen to cook for my daughter-in-law and my two grandchildren."
Ye Lingyun dropped these words and immediately turned around and went to the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, the bright smile on her face suddenly turned a little guilty.
Although she felt a lot relieved knowing that her son was still alive, but...
If her son was still alive, but turned around to be with another woman and gave birth to a child, how could she have the face to face Mo Wushuang!
As a woman, she understands women best.
The most unbearable thing for women is betrayal by men.
With such heavy and helpless thoughts, Ye Lingyun quickly sent Qin Xiaoran a WeChat message.
The reason why she sent WeChat was that she was afraid that if she called Qin Xiaoran, Mo Wushuang would accidentally hear her again.
"Husband, I have good news and bad news to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Qin Xiaoran was in the office, with a livid face and smashed the folder on the heads of the project manager and financial manager opposite:
"You two idiots, if you can't explain clearly the hijacking of this project and the funding loophole, get out of the Qin Group yourself."
The faces of the two executives were so bruised by the folder that they were trembling with fear:
"Chairman Qin..."
Before their explanation could be uttered, Qin Xiaoran's cell phone suddenly sounded a message notification tone.
Qin Xiaoran picked up the phone and saw the message from his wife, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his stern face.
He turned around and waved impatiently to the two executives:
"Go back first and give me a reasonable explanation tomorrow."
When the two executives heard Qin Xiaoran's words, it was as if the two death row prisoners were suddenly acquitted. They nodded excitedly and immediately turned around and left the office as if they were oiling their soles.
Qin Xiaoran picked up the phone and quickly replied to his wife's WeChat message:
"Honey, then tell me the good news first!"
Seeing Qin Xiaoran reply instantly, Ye Lingyun also replied:
"Husband, our son is still alive."
When Qin Xiaoran saw the message, he immediately thought about it, and then replied excitedly:
"Honey, the bad news is that you are pregnant?"
When Ye Lingyun saw Qin Xiaoran's answer, her head was filled with black lines:
"You're an old guy, you're pretty good at thinking. You're so old, can you still give birth?"
Qin Xiaoran replied without hesitation: "Scientific research shows that men can still have children when they are seventy years old."
"But I'm old!" Ye Lingyun looked at this reply and replied depressedly.
I don’t understand why women lose their fertility when they are around fifty years old, but men can do so until they are seventy or eighty years old.
Qin Xiaoran sent a rose and typed: "Nonsense, my wife, you are still young and beautiful. People who don't know your age will definitely think that you are only in your thirties?"
Ye Lingyun made a shy expression and immediately replied:
"You can't keep talking! What I want to tell you is very serious."
"What's serious? Isn't it that you are pregnant again and want to give birth to a son for me?" Qin Xiaoran's eyes flashed with sadness, and he deliberately replied in an understatement:
"Do you think that the bad news is that the child in your belly is the reincarnation of our son Mu Han? Are you afraid that when Mu Han grows up, he will dislike Wu Shuang and no longer want to be responsible for Wu Shuang and the child?"
When Ye Lingyun saw the message sent by Qin Xiaoran, three black lines suddenly fell from her beautiful forehead.
Oh my God!
She and Qin Xiaoran have been married for more than 20 years, but she really didn't realize that Qin Xiaoran had a mental problem.
so……
Was it Qin Xiaoran's own random imagination?
She quickly typed a reply:
"Husband! Why do you have such weird ideas?"
"If you don't become a screenwriter, you will be underestimating your talent."
Qin Xiaoran looked at the sarcastic reply sent by his wife with confusion on his face:
"Didn't you mean to tell me this?"
"I see your IQ. If I don't explain it clearly, you won't understand." Ye Lingyun replied mockingly, then typed a long string of words and sent it to Qin Xiaoran: "What I mean is..."
