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"Ah... Auntie!" Song Rushi's body trembled, and the book in her hands suddenly slipped from her fingers.
"Sister Song? What are you doing here?" Gao Qingzhen, who wasn't too clear about her eldest son's romantic life, felt a bit confused. She recognized Song Rushi, but now it seemed worth pondering.
Dressed casually in homewear that was almost like pajamas, she treated this place as if it were her own home.
Song Rushi thought to herself, is it finally time to meet his family?
Suppressing her slightly trembling body, Song Rushi picked up the book from the floor, straightened the pages, placed the bookmark properly, and then nervously invited Jiang Yizhou's mother to sit down.
Gao Qingzhen naturally started to make associations. What was she thinking about? Naturally, she wondered why her eldest son's girlfriend had left before.
It couldn't be! Yi Zhou had seemed completely unprepared for that girl to leave; what on earth happened?
After Song Rushi skillfully took a box of juice from the refrigerator and poured a glass for each of them, she forced a smile and said, "Auntie, if you have any questions, just ask! About my relationship with Yi Zhou..."
Gao Qingzhen looked at her gentle demeanor and couldn't tell whether it was genuine or if she was just putting on a front. "You know what? I'm listening!"
Suddenly, Gao Qingzhen felt as if she had given birth to a fake son. Was this really her honest son?
No, she should have realized it back when he took money from home to go on adventures.
He even wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Gao Qingzhen remembered that she had never taught her son such shameless ideas or such blatant behavior. If it weren't for the birthmark on his waist that confirmed his identity, she might have truly doubted he was her son!
"I originally didn't have the courage to stay..." Song Rushi lowered her head, gazing at her still not very noticeable abdomen, gently caressing it. With a hint of shyness, she said, "But I can't just ignore it!"
The child’s gender was still indiscernible, and she had no intention of checking.
If this meaning was still unclear, then Gao Qingzhen, having been a mother for so many years, would have done it all in vain.
"You... you’re pregnant? How many months along? Do you like sour or spicy food? Let me hear..." Gao Qingzhen, who had been eagerly thinking about marrying off her eldest son and having grandchildren, was now so anxious to become a grandmother that she disregarded everything else. Since there was a child on the way, she no longer cared whether her son was a playboy.
After all, her son was wealthy now; having a few more women was fine by her as long as it didn’t cause family conflicts and he didn’t bring home any dubious women. As for his father, she would keep an eye on him; if he wanted to stir up trouble, he wouldn’t get far!
Song Rushi was also suddenly approached by someone who seemed to want to confirm the heartbeat of the yet-to-form fetus by cradling her waist and gently touching her abdomen while murmuring words like, "Baby, you must grow up well..." This left her startled at first, then feeling both amused and helpless.
The two women shared a similar approach to their descendants. She recalled how they had previously slept in the same bed, with Jiang Yizhou suppressing his desires while lying on his side to protect her. In the end, worried that his sleeping posture might be too rough and that he might accidentally kick her belly, he decided to prepare a mat on the floor and rolled off just before falling asleep.
Life is truly strange; no matter how much he pleaded or how much he sacrificed, he never compromised even a little on his principles. Yet this life growing inside her softened Jiang Yizhou's attitude to the point where he wished everything in the world were soft and harmless.
"Auntie, it’s still early! I’m only about eleven weeks along; it’ll be a while before we can hear the heartbeat!" Thanks to Jiang Yizhou's previous experience, Song Rushi was mentally prepared and adapted well to Mother Jiang's attitude, managing to engage in conversation smoothly.
"Well, you still need to be careful! The juice you’re drinking—did you make it yourself with a juicer or buy it from outside? Packaged juices usually contain preservatives that aren’t good for you or the baby!"
Gao Qingzhen began to ramble on about health knowledge she had picked up from somewhere. "Freshly squeezed is better! Also, electrical appliances emit radiation—radios, TVs, especially computers; they emit a lot of radiation! It’s best not to use them at all as they can affect the baby. I heard of one family where the mother watched TV and used the computer all the time during pregnancy, and their child was born deformed!"
"Auntie, where did you hear all this? Do you even know where that family lived? Don’t listen to those rumors circulating on the street!" Song Rushi found herself increasingly amused and helpless as she gently pointed out the flaws in Gao Qingzhen's claims. The most common rumor is that "I know someone," and while it’s true that computers do emit radiation, it’s not to such an exaggerated extent. Reducing usage time and keeping a distance while using them generally poses no problem.
It seemed that the man was overreacting while his mother lacked some common sense, much like the typical women found in their neighborhood.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of one in ten thousand! Especially you..." Gao Qingzhen suddenly thought of something but forgot it, "Song, how old are you?"
Song Rushi's biggest concern was her age, as there was indeed a noticeable gap. When Mother Jiang asked, she fell silent. The hand that Gao Qingzhen had held pulled back, and her joyful expression quickly turned somber.
"I'm thirty-two." After a moment of hesitation, she finally said this. Gao Qingzhen seemed a bit incredulous; she got married at twenty-two and had her eldest son at twenty-three. Among her peers who hadn't left their hometown, this was considered late for a first child, representing late marriage and late childbirth. Even so, she realized that she was ten years older than the woman who had carried her eldest son's child.
In the countryside, people often counted age by lunar years, but in the city, most people counted by solar years.
Ten years? How could this Song... Sister Song call herself "Mom"? Gao Qingzhen looked at Song Rushi, who didn't seem to be in her thirties at all; she looked at most twenty-six or twenty-seven. If she appeared a bit more mature, one might even guess she was around twenty-four or twenty-five, which would make it easier for Gao Qingzhen to accept.
Thirty-two seemed a bit hard to accept. It wasn't that she was worried about the risks of advanced maternal age; in rural areas, many women had several daughters and continued having children until nearly forty just to have a son.
It felt like swallowing half a fly; what should have been a good thing was now somewhat off-putting. Mother Jiang chuckled awkwardly, "Song, I'll go buy you a juicer and some fruit. Also, I'll get a couple of cacti; they help with radiation and are really useful. No need to send me off!"
Then she hurriedly left.
"Auntie, cacti can't protect against radiation... no need to buy..." Watching Mother Jiang's face change and hurry away, her voice grew increasingly low as Mother Jiang distanced herself.
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