Mi Xaing 'er turned her head to take a look.
Tang Xiling was sitting upright on the chair, her hands resting naturally on her knees. Her eyes were dark and deep, and her gaze was clear as she stared at her face. Her entire demeanor was completely different from before, and she actually looked a little strange. "Xiang 'er, who's the man outside?"
Ah
Mi Xaing 'er was stunned. For a moment, she was a little confused about the situation. "Mom, you can recognize me?"
Tang Xiling did not answer her question. Instead, she stared blankly and asked again, "You're married?"
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"It's already registered."
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"Then what did he mean when he said that your marriage was not announced to the public?"
She asked these few questions in an orderly manner.
Mi Xaing 'er could not help but frown. She scrutinized her mother's face carefully and simply went straight to the point. "Mom, are you mentally ill or not?"
As soon as she finished speaking …
There were footsteps. Yun Jingting had returned after sending Shen Shiqiu off. She stood outside the door and asked softly, "Xiang 'er, I'm coming in …"
Although the person in the room was her mother-in-law, she was still a woman. Yun Jingting was very attentive and paid attention to these details.
Mi Xaing 'er answered, "Come in …"
The door curtain opened …
Yun Jingting lowered her gaze and entered the room. Before she could steady herself, Tang Xiling screamed and jumped up from the chair. She waved her arms and wanted to run out of the door. As she ran, she screamed, "Don't worry about me. I'm not sick. Let me go home …"
Yun Jingting reacted very quickly. She stretched out her long arms and immediately stopped her.
Tang Xiling was anxious. She kicked and scratched with all her might.
In an instant, there were a few more red scratches on Yun Laohu's exposed forearms.
Mi Xaing 'er rushed over and hugged her "mother" in her arms. "Shh, shh, don't be nervous …"
He gently stroked her back. "Mom, you're home. I'll take care of you. Don't be afraid. No one will hurt you. Everything will be fine."
Tang Xiling grabbed Mi Xaing 'er's arm "mysteriously". Her eyes were bloodshot as she muttered, "Xiang' er, don't leave. We'll never be apart."
Mi Xaing 'er could only coax her patiently. "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere. I'll stay here with you."
Yun Jingting lowered her head and looked at the scratches on her arms. She hid her arms behind her back silently.
When he saw that Mi Xaing 'er was comforting his mother, he leaned over to Fu Bowen and asked in a low voice, "Hey, kid, have you had dinner yet? Are you hungry?"
Fu Bowen did not stand on ceremony and nodded. "Yes, I'm a little hungry."
Yun Jingting narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Then I'll go and cook for you."
She turned around and left.
Tang Xiling no longer made a fuss. She regained her dazed appearance and followed Mi Xiang 'er closely. Her hand tugged at the corner of Mi Xiang' er's clothes carefully, as if she was afraid that Mi Xiang 'er would suddenly disappear.
Mi Xiang 'er pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed. She took the opportunity to grab her wrist and felt her pulse. It could be considered steady as usual, but her palm was cold and her fingertips were bloodless.
She secretly guessed that her mother must have been through a lot in the past few years. After all, they were related by blood. She felt an inexplicable heartache.
After a while …
Yun Jingting brought back two bowls of steaming tomato soup noodles and placed them on the table. "Fu Bowen, come and eat the noodles. Be careful, it's hot."
The child happily ran over and sat at the table. He stretched his nose and sniffed the noodles. He swallowed hard but didn't move his chopsticks. He turned his head and looked at Mi Xiang 'er. "Mom hasn't eaten yet."
Mi Xaing 'er saw that this child was obedient and sensible, so she naturally liked him. "Coming."
She helped her mother to sit at the table and stuffed the chopsticks into her hands.
Tang Xiling lowered her head and did not move.
When Yun Laohu saw this, she bent down slightly and pushed the bowl in front of her. "Eat. Have a taste. What do you think?"
Before she could finish speaking …
Tang Xiling stood up abruptly. With a swing of her arm, she overturned the bowl of noodles. The scalding noodles and soup splashed all over Yun Jingting's arm.
Yun Laohu hissed softly and immediately retracted her hand without another word.
Mi Xaing 'er glanced at Yun Jingting from the corner of her eye. The back of her hand was scalded red, and the noodles were all over her trousers and shoes.
Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed a towel and bent down to wipe his trousers.
Yun Laohu quietly supported her and took the towel. "I'll do it myself."
He comforted her while wiping his trousers.
He did not have any intention of complaining. "It's okay."
Mi Xaing 'er stood at the side and watched. She did not know what to feel. "Yun Jingting, let me take a look at your burns."
He shrugged nonchalantly. "What's there to look at? Forget it."
His nonchalant attitude made it seem as if nothing was a problem in front of him.
When she looked up and saw Tang Xiling standing at the side, she quickly comforted her. "Okay, Mom. Don't worry. I'll cook another bowl of noodles for you."
Mom.
He called her so naturally.
In addition, he was so tolerant, considerate, and gentle.
Mi Xaing 'er felt a warmth in her chest. The gloominess that had accumulated in her heart because of her mother's illness seemed to have lessened a lot in an instant.
Fu Bowen tugged at her hand. "Sister, let Mom have my bowl of noodles. I'm not hungry."
Mi Xaing 'er squatted down and looked at him.
Then she turned to look at Tang Xiling, who was at a loss.
Facing this old and young pair who "fell from the sky", she really did not know what to do.
----- Digression —
Speaking of which, it's really not easy being a tiger.
Let's do a question and answer to liven up the atmosphere. Young masters, do you think "Mi Xaing's mother is crazy?"
PS: Recommended Youwen Yao Xiang, Noble Lady of Agriculture, Zuo Tian.
Xiang Xuan did not expect that she would end up in such a remote place after missing a step.
At a glance, there were only four walls in her house.
There were high-class relatives looking for trouble, and weak parents to take care of.
Looking at the group of people who were eyeing her covetously, Xiang Xuan rolled up her sleeves and was ready to do something.
She opened a medical center, grew food, and walked happily on the road to becoming rich.
However, what kind of joke was the prince who kept pestering her?
Master, even if you can't get it up, don't look for me. I'm just a passerby.
A certain master shook his head and laughed. "Because of your illness, no medicine can cure it."
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