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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 was not very clear about her eldest son's romantic life, was somewhat puzzled. She recognized Song Rushi, but now it was worth pondering.
Dressed casually in homewear that resembled pajamas, she treated this place as if it were her own home.
Song Rushi thought to herself, am I finally going to meet his family?
Suppressing her slightly trembling body, Song Rushi picked up the book from the floor, organized the pages, placed the bookmark properly, and then nervously invited Jiang Yizhou's mother to sit down.
Gao Qingzhen naturally began to make associations. What was she thinking about? Naturally, she wondered why her eldest son's girlfriend had left him before.
It couldn't be! Yi Zhou had seemed completely unprepared for that girl to leave; what on earth happened?
As 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 this gentle demeanor and couldn't tell whether it was genuine or if she was merely putting on a front. "You go ahead; I'm listening!"
Suddenly, Gao Qingzhen felt as if she had given birth to a fake son. Was this really her honest and straightforward child?
No, she should have realized it when he first took money from home to go on adventures.
He even wanted to embrace both sides; Gao Qingzhen remembered that she had never taught her son such shameless ideas or such blatant behavior. If it weren't for confirming the birthmark on his waist, she might have truly doubted that he was her son!
"I originally didn't have the courage to stay..." Song Rushi lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her still barely noticeable abdomen, gently caressing it and speaking shyly, "But I can't just ignore it!"
The child still couldn't be identified by gender, and she had no intention of checking.
If this meaning couldn't be understood, then Gao Qingzhen, who had been a mother for so many years, would have done it all in vain.
"You... you're pregnant? How many months along are you? Do you like sour or spicy food? Let me hear..." Gao Qingzhen, who had been eagerly hoping for her eldest son to marry and have children so she could become a grandmother, was now unconcerned about anything else. Since there was a child, she didn't care whether her son was unfaithful.
After all, her son had money now; having a few more women was fine with her, as long as it didn't cause family conflicts and he didn't bring home any unsavory women. As for his father, she would keep an eye on him; there was no way he could stir up trouble!
Song Rushi was suddenly approached by someone who seemed to want to confirm the heartbeat of the yet-to-develop fetus by holding her waist and gently touching her abdomen, murmuring words like "Baby, you must grow up well..." This startled her at first, then left her feeling both amused and helpless.
The two women shared a similar approach to their descendants. She recalled how they had once 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 position might be too rough and that he might accidentally kick her belly, he decided to prepare a mat on the floor and rolled off to sleep there before dozing off.
Life is truly strange; no matter how much he pleaded or how much he gave, nothing could make him compromise 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! It's only about eleven weeks along; it'll take some time before we can hear the heartbeat!" Thanks to Jiang Yizhou's previous example, 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 ones usually have added preservatives, which are bad for both you and the baby!"
Gao Qingzhen began to nag about health knowledge she must have learned from somewhere. "Freshly squeezed is better! Also, electrical appliances emit radiation—radios, TVs, especially computers; they have high radiation! It's best not to use them at all; they can easily affect the baby. I heard of one family where the pregnant woman kept watching TV and using the computer, and their baby was born deformed!"
"Auntie, where did you hear that? That's not true! Do you know where that family lived? Don't listen to those rumors circulating on the street!" Song Rushi found it increasingly amusing and gently pointed out the flaws in her logic. One of the most common rumors is "I know someone," but while computers do emit radiation, it's not to such an alarming extent. Reducing usage time and keeping a distance while using them is generally fine.
It seemed that the man was overreacting while his mother lacked some common sense, much like the typical neighborhood woman.
"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 greatest concern was her age, as there was indeed a significant gap. When Mother Jiang asked, she fell silent, and the hand that Gao Qingzhen had held pulled back. The joyful expression on her face quickly faded.
"I'm thirty-two." After a moment of waiting, this was the only response. 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, that was considered relatively late for a first child, representing late marriage and late childbirth. Even so, she realized that there was a ten-year difference between herself and this woman who had borne her eldest son.
In the countryside, people often counted age by lunar years, but in the city, most people counted by actual years.
Ten years? For this Song... Sister Song to call herself "Mom"? Gao Qingzhen looked at Song Rushi, who didn't appear to be in her thirties at all; she looked at most twenty-six or twenty-seven. If she looked a bit more mature, one might 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, women often had several daughters in hopes of having a son and could continue having children until nearly forty.
It felt like swallowing a fly; what should have been a good thing was somewhat spoiled. 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 very 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 suddenly as she rushed away, Song Rushi's voice grew increasingly low as she followed her departure.
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