"Mom." An Jiayou, who rarely cried since birth, started wailing like a newborn at this mont. As he cried, An Nan couldn’t help but start crying too. This created a scene of two embracing and sobbing mother and son while Lan Yiqing stood uncomfortably to the side.
The Lin Family mbers, drawn by the sound of crying, hurriedly arrived to witness this scene.
Instantly, the three of them cast accusing glances at Lan Yiqing, as if blaming her for making them cry. Lan Yiqing felt wronged and quickly explained, "I really don’t know what’s happening."
At this mont, An Nan had no mood to deal with these people. She just held her son tightly in her arms, as if he would disappear the mont she let go. But because she held him so tightly, An Jiayou in her arms even found it a little hard to breathe, yet he was unwilling to leave this warm embrace.
anwhile, his little hand gently patted the person’s back whom he was holding. At the sa ti, he shot a calming look at the people standing by.
Just then, Lan Yiqing had already pulled the three family mbers aside and explained the situation. After she finished explaining, the faces of the three turned solemn, and their gazes towards An Jiayou carried a hint of pity.
"It’s not a solution for this mother and son to stay like this. Let’s help them into the living room first," Zhang Qi’s voice drew everyone’s attention.
Lan Yiqing imdiately frowned in agreent, "Mom, yes, Nannan is pregnant now and can’t stay like this. Help , and let’s coax them into the living room first."
"Hmm."
With those words, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law voluntarily stepped forward. Zhang Qi squatted next to her granddaughter-in-law and said softly, "Granddaughter-in-law, let’s go talk in the living room, okay? This way, it will also be uncomfortable for the little great-grandchild. Grandma can assure you that we will not let Little Jia You leave."
"Yes, yes, Jiayou is so good, we can’t bear to let him go."
Zhang Qi and Lan Yiqing were people who understood how to empathize. If it were them, they would also worry that the child they raised from a young age might not be accepted by their husband’s family. So they were willing to use ti and patience to make this mother and son slowly feel secure.
Finally, An Nan’s face showed signs of softening. Her tear-streaked eyes fell on the two of them, full of remorse: "Grandma, Mom, I’m sorry."
Even so, her arms were still reluctant to leave the little one in her embrace.
Once Lan Yiqing and Zhang Qi realized this, they didn’t try to pull him away from her arms but continued to gently reassure her, "It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s cold outside; Jiayou is still little, and you, as a pregnant woman, are prone to catching cold. Let’s go in first."
This ti, An Nan’s face finally showed signs of softening. Yet, while being helped into the house, she still clung tightly to her son’s hand, unwilling to let go in the slightest. Once seated on the living room sofa, she imdiately buried her head on her son’s small shoulder, unwilling to lift it again.
The few people standing there looked at each other, not knowing how to start speaking.
At that mont, Zhang Qi leaned towards her husband and whispered softly in his ear, "Husband, you talk. Maybe this child will listen to you."
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