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Madam Ma cast a triumphant glance at Zhou Xiaoying, blaming her for sowing discord between herself and her eldest son. Fortunately, she had reacted quickly; otherwise, her son might have grown distant from her. Her eldest son was her source of strength, and she needed to hold onto him tightly.
Although she favored her youngest son, it was because he had lost his father at a young age and had endured a difficult life with her. Unlike the eldest, who was around seven or eight when his father passed away, they had lived relatively well during his father's lifetime. After starting his own family, the eldest son had brought home three daughters-in-law, and it was impossible for her not to feel disappointed. Meanwhile, her youngest son had three sons, three granddaughters, and three grandsons, which naturally made it hard for her not to show favoritism.
However, even in her favoritism, she still cared deeply for her eldest son. "Eldest, I came here not only because I worry about you," Madam Ma began after some consideration. "But there's something else. Zhou Xiaoying has only given birth to three daughters, and those girls are already of age. She hasn't been able to conceive again."
"I'm genuinely worried that when you grow old, there will be no one to care for you," she continued. "Just the thought of my eldest son growing old without a filial son keeps me up at night."
"Mother, Zhou Xiaoying has taken plenty of medicine but still can't get pregnant. There's nothing I can do about it," Ma Lianfa said with a furrowed brow.
Madam Ma's words struck a chord with him. He felt the same way but had been helpless since their marriage; despite their efforts over the years, there had been no sign of change. Perhaps he was simply fated to have no children. How else could he explain that his wife had given birth to three daughters without conceiving again?
Yet he was unwilling to accept this fate—he couldn't bear the thought of having no son to carry on his name or to take care of him in his old age after working hard all his life.
"Ah, Mother is also worried," she said with a pained expression. "But I've thought of a solution. What do you think?" Madam Ma knew her son well enough to understand that if she suggested he adopt his youngest son's child, he would definitely refuse. So she needed to approach the topic delicately.
"What solution?" he asked eagerly upon hearing that there might be an answer.
I heard a saying that if a family hasn't had children for a long time and adopts a child, it will bring them their own.
I was thinking, if you were to raise a little boy, would it help us have a son? Old Lady Ma said.
Is there really such a saying? I’ve never heard of it before. Ma Lianfa genuinely didn’t know about this.
Where would I know? I worry about you all the time, asking around for remedies to have a son. Someone told me this, Old Lady Ma replied.
Seeing how concerned his mother was about his lack of children made Ma Lianfa feel even guiltier for leaving her alone at home.
He realized he could no longer listen to Zhou Xiaoying’s nonsense. It wasn’t that her mother disliked him for not having daughters; she was clearly worried about him not having a son.
He also needed to talk to Zhou Xiaoying about being filial to his mother in the future, but now wasn’t the time for that.
What mattered most right now was what his mother said about having a way for him to have a son.
Mother, you still haven’t told me what to do. Do I really need to adopt a son?
But whose boy can we adopt? Ma Lianfa asked anxiously.
Old Lady Ma shot him an annoyed glance and said, “Why are you so dense? Who said anything about adopting from outside?
Your brother has three nephews, doesn’t he?
An adopted child from outside wouldn’t have our Ma family bloodline; it wouldn’t be the same at all.
Here’s what I think: pick one of your three nephews that you like and keep him.”
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