Ye Qiu'an couldn't believe it, covered his ears and shook his head vigorously: "No, you are lying, you are lying.
He doesn't love me, he never has loved me.
When I was sick, he would not stay by my side; when I acted coquettishly to him, he would never respond; when I chose a major for the college entrance examination, he would never help me with advice, and he was no better than a stranger to me."
Aunt Zhao shook her head: "Qiu An, you could have said that you didn't understand and couldn't see my master's love for you when you were a child, but now that you are a mother, why do you still say that?
When you were sick, he did not stay by your bedside, but he hired the most powerful doctor for you. He stayed up night after night, worrying about you.
You act coquettishly to him, but he doesn't respond to you because you look like your wife. When the master sees you, he thinks of your wife, and he really can't laugh. Although he can't respond to you, he is afraid that you will be lonely in your childhood, so he tries hard to find fun for you.
My friend, I’ll buy you all kinds of toys.
If you choose a major in the college entrance examination, he will arrange a dedicated teacher for you.
Qiu An, why can't you see this? Does being a father have to be perfect, flawless, without any shortcomings?
You, as a mother, are not perfect, you lost your biological daughter.
Why are you so tolerant of yourself but so harsh on others?
You always say that Miss Yan Qi doesn't think about you or consider you, but have you ever thought about Miss Yan Qi?
Qiu'an, please look back and don't make the mistake any deeper. I understand your feelings for Miss Ning. After all, you have feelings for Miss Ning after raising her for so many years. But you must also consider Miss Yan Qi and at least be impartial.
Lean."
"I'm not partial, I'm not partial." Ye Qiu'an denied it strongly, "I'm not partial. I love both daughters equally, and I even love Yan Qi more. But Ning Ning is sick now, and I can't ignore her.
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Aunt Zhao was extremely disappointed, she knew that Ye Qiu'an was a demon.
Forget it, there is a bond between mother and daughter. Ye Qiu'an and Yan Qi don't have a bond as mothers. Forcing them will only make the two people farther apart.
Aunt Zhao decided to see Mr. Ye. Miss Yan Qi didn't have parents to worry about, at least she had her grandfather to protect her.
Thinking of this, Aunt Zhao lowered her eyes and said, "Miss Qiu'an, I want to go back to my hometown to stay for a while."
"Aunt Zhao, are you leaving me?" Ye Qiu'an felt aggrieved, "Don't you even understand me?"
"I understand you, I understand everything, but I am really tired and want to go back to my hometown to take a break."
Ye Qiu'an knew that she couldn't persuade her, so she had no choice but to agree. She held Aunt Zhao's arm and repeated over and over again: "Aunt Zhao, believe me, I have no bias, I really have no bias, I treat both children with the same heart.
It's the same, but Ning Ning's current condition is urgent and I must take care of her first. When she gets better, I will devote myself to taking care of Yan Qi."
"Okay." Aunt Zhao stroked Ye Qiu'an's hair lovingly, "I understand you, sometimes feelings are uncontrollable."
It was because she understood that Aunt Zhao had to be considerate for her.
She didn't want Ye Qiu'an to regret it in the future.
Before leaving, Aunt Zhao looked at Xia Ning and asked, "Is Miss Ning feeling better today?"
"Mother-in-law." Xia Ning rushed over happily, "I'm going to get married to brother Qing Han soon. On the day of the wedding, will it be okay for mother-in-law to give me a wedding gift?"
Aunt Zhao looked at Xia Ning and couldn't figure out why Xia Ning was suddenly going to marry Mr. Gu. She had never noticed that she liked Mr. Gu before.
Mr. Gu is now Miss Yan Qi’s husband.
Aunt Zhao didn't want Xia Ning and Yan Qi to have any more disputes, so she said seriously: "Miss Ning, have you forgotten, Master Gu is already..." married.
Before the last two words were finished, Ye Qiu'an ran over and interrupted hastily, looking at Aunt Zhao pleadingly.
Aunt Zhao closed her eyes, feeling increasingly helpless.
PS: The young author has become masculine and is in agony. Updates will be resumed later.