IPVS Chapter 41.11

After finishing her dinner and eating the cake, the little dumpling followed Mo Sui home, feeling very happy.

Without even needing her mother to urge her, she jogged to the room, got her pajamas, threw them over her shoulders, and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

After she became fragrant, she got into the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and waved her little hand, “Mom, go to sleep.”

Looking at the child’s eager look, Mo Sui couldn’t stop laughing.

At this moment, the child was lying obediently, showing her little head: “Mom, hug me.”

Mo Sui teased her deliberately: “Mom doesn’t want to hug you.”

An An was disobedient, rubbing her little face against her mother’s arms, and said in a sweet voice: “Mom, hug me.”

Seeing her mother lying flat, she lay in her mother’s arms, like a little bird that found a nest.

A small ball of milk, lying on her belly, not heavy at all, and warm.

Mo Sui reached out to hug her and gently rested her chin on her head, thinking of what Dr. Lin said to her during the last follow-up visit.

Dr. Lin said that adopting a child could indeed help her get out of the past pain to a certain extent but remembered not to rely on such a method.

Because treating this child as a substitute only temporarily paralyzed her pain nerves.

However, Mo Sui didn’t think so.

If there were other children on the show at that time, would she be so good to that child or even willing to take that child home?

The answer must be no.

She knew better than anyone that An An was different from other children.

And the fact that they liked An An didn’t mean they wanted to treat her as a substitute.

An An is An An.

She was a well-behaved, sensible, kind, and lovable baby.

Mo Sui gently patted the little girl’s back and said with a smile: “Our An An is lying in her mother’s arms, like a little frog.”

When An An heard this, she found it very novel.

After a while, she grabbed her mother’s neck with her little hands, raised her little face, and said shyly.

“Quack.”

***

Old Mr. Gu took out the chessboard, put it on the coffee table, and played chess with himself.

Not long after the child went back, the house was empty and looked strangely deserted.

Cen Yanjun sighed: “It would be great if An An had always lived in our house.”

“You said you were tired last night.” Said the old man.

“Isn’t it tiring and happy?” She glanced at him, “You haven’t taken care of a child before, so you don’t understand how happy it is.”

“Who said I haven’t taken care of a child before!” Old Mr. Gu retorted.

Yesterday he took the little girl to the park to play.

Cen Yanjun pouted: “I’m not wrong. You have taken care of Yicheng only for a few days since he was a child. Are you familiar with him? Fortunately, I am sandwiched between you two. Otherwise, your son would not bother to pay attention to you.”

Old Mr. Gu became more and more unconvinced. He put down the chess piece, straightened his back, and prepared to refute.

But before he could speak, his mobile phone rang.

Seeing Gu Yicheng’s name on the caller ID, Old Mr. Gu immediately raised his eyebrows and said: “If my son ignored me, why would he call me?”

Cen Yanjun was also a little surprised.

The son actually called the old man. Was the sun rising from the west?

“Hello.” Old Mr. Gu picked up the phone and pressed the hands-free button. He looked at his wife with a smug look.

“Yicheng, what’s up?”

“Dad, are you familiar with funeral homes and crematoriums?”

Meeting his wife’s teasing eyes, Mr. Gu’s face darkened.

What unlucky words did his son say so late at night?

***

On the other side, Gu Yicheng waited for a long time on the phone, only to hear the old man’s angry breathing.

He didn’t understand.

He just wanted the old man to ask someone to check the cremation certificate from that year.

Was it that difficult?

 

 

 

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