Xia Hou clearly sensed Xia Bing’s emotional fluctuation and thought about her background, worried she was overthinking.
“He probably came to borrow money for an abortion. Given his current situation, this is probably the best choice.” Mo Yan was still a student, which meant he had no economic capacity. How could an independent person care for a future child?
Auntie Wen’s Kindness
Xia Bing immediately called Mo Yan, telling him to bring the person to her place tomorrow.
After hanging up, Xia Bing lost her appetite.
“Didn’t you say you would be good to yourself?” Xia Hou Zun placed a piece of meat in Xia Bing’s bowl.
Xia Hou Zun’s action reminded Xia Bing of her childhood. When she was seven, her parents died, and she was initially sent to a welfare home. After living there for a while, Auntie Wen took her away. During their first meal together, she gently placed food in her bowl, and Xia Bing cried that day.
“Auntie Wen, Mo Yan’s mother, raised me single-handedly. An unmarried woman raising a seven-year-old child was not easy. No matter what, she never gave up on me… Uncle Mo passed away, Mo Yan became disobedient, and Auntie Wen’s health is not good. She has many worries… If she finds out about this, it won’t be good.” Thinking about Auntie Wen’s health, which was related to her overwork, Xia Bing’s eyes dimmed.
“Xia Bing, you are very lucky,” Xia Hou Zun said. Although not related by blood, she was better than family. His words were tinged with envy.
With the conversation opened, Xia Bing began to talk about more past events.
“Auntie Wen is a great woman. It was not easy for a woman to raise a child alone back then. If not for me, I don’t think she would have married Uncle Mo. Not that marrying Uncle Mo was bad, but given Auntie Wen’s conditions at the time, she was not lacking in suitors…” From Auntie Wen’s current appearance, one could still vaguely see her former charm.
“Do you think she’s unhappy?” Xiahou Zun could hear the regret in Xia Bing’s words, and he felt she was too harsh on herself.
