Since then, she had a soft spot for Yun Ya. Yun Ya’s family was like that, with parents who were always a worry and who never showed her a day of maternal love. She wanted to make it up to this child, wanted to take her in as a goddaughter, and later, she got more ambitious and wanted to make her her daughter-in-law. Daughters eventually get married, but only daughters-in-law stay long-term. She always wanted to pair her with Yan Ke. Yan Ke was the younger son, who would not bear the heavy burdens of the family in the future. Yun Ya marrying him would make her life much more comfortable, and she would do her best to ensure the young couple lived well. However, plans can never keep up with changes, and Yun Ya ended up with Ah Song instead. In fact, she secretly felt relieved. Ah Song inherited his father and grandfather’s sense of loyalty and responsibility. Yun Ya marrying him put her mind at ease. "See, there must be a bond between us. You’re going to be my daughter-in-law soon; isn’t this bond deep enough?" Zhuang Xiyue raised her hand to gently stroke her long hair, sighing: "In the blink of an eye, more than a decade passed, and you’ve grown so much. In a dream, it seems like it’s still that summer, when the little girl with pigtails sweetly called me Aunt Zhuang...." That year, seven-year-old Ah Song hurt Yun Ya, and the small child fell on the floor, her chest covered in blood, yet she still tightly grasped Ah Song’s hand. Her eyes were full of defiance and stubbornness. At that moment, she was truly amazed; what a resilient soul this four or five-year-old girl must have. Later on, she felt even more guilt towards Yun Ya, wanting to compensate for her on behalf of Ah Song, but the more she interacted, the deeper she fell... "I thought, after what you and Ah Song had been through, there was no way you could end up together. Who would’ve thought, I was naive." Zhuang Xiyue laughed and shook her head: "You and Ah Song, it was unexpected to me, but I’m proud of you both." Yun Ya buried herself in her embrace, crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Perhaps her embrace was too warm, too comforting, making her feel as though she had returned to her very early years, as if she were still in her mother’s womb. Zhuang Xiyue fulfilled all her fantasies associated with the word ’mother’... "Silly child, why cry? The good days are yet to come. Once you and Ah Song get married, I won’t do anything anymore; I’ll just wait to take care of your children...." Children... children..., Yun Ya’s heart trembled slightly, as if all the pores of her body shrank tight for a moment. She felt like she had fallen into an ice cave... Google seaʀᴄh NoveI★Fire.net She fell into a honey pot, momentarily overwhelmed, forgetting the most important thing: could it be that the sweetness now was the pain of the future... What’s the use of worrying? The sky will fall if it wants to. She only needs to live each day well in the present. What’s the use of thinking so much? Yun Ya’s lips curled into a sweet smile as she rubbed against her like a kitten: "I’m still young, Aunt Zhuang, stop teasing me." "I’ve already chosen an auspicious day. In a month, we’ll hold the engagement ceremony for you and Ah Song. As for the wedding, that’s up to you guys, as long as it’s not too late, leaving me eagerly waiting for grandchildren with anticipation, then I won’t interfere." Just then Yan Song walked in from outside and looked at the two of them: "What are you doing in broad daylight?" Zhuang Xiyue laughed: "Telling Yun Ya that mom is waiting to hold grandchildren." When she was alone, it was nothing, but with Yan Song there, her cheeks blushed involuntarily. Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "Well then, mom, you will have to wait a few more years." "You cheeky boy, what do you mean?" Zhuang Xiyue glared at him. "No particular meaning, I have some secrets to share with Yun Ya. Do you feel okay being this big light bulb?" Zhuang Xiyue: "...." This cheeky boy, how could he talk to his mom , classic case of forgetting his mother once he has a wife. "Alright, alright, I won’t bother you anymore. I’m leaving, is that okay?" She gave Yan Song a stern look, lifted her foot towards the door, and as she walked, she remembered something and turned to Yun Ya, "Come see the old man with me this afternoon. Don’t glare at me, I’m leaving now." With that, she quickly left the room, remembering to close the door behind her. As soon as she left, Yun Ya glared at Yan Song: "How could you talk to Aunt Zhuang like that? She’s your mother." "She’s also your mother." Yan Song said as he threw himself over, pressing Yun Ya onto the bed, giving her a fierce kiss before saying: "What were you and my mom talking about that had your eyes red, was she bullying you?" his expression turning dark. Yun Ya slapped his hand, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could Aunt Zhuang possibly bully me."