A 10% Marriage Contract: Doting on A Pregnant Wife

Chapter 121: Like a father

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"Since we are a family, please stop saying those polite words. From now on, this place will be your second home. Whenever you are willing to come, this door will be open to you. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, Uncle Ming!" Yu Xiao pursed her lips and wanted to cry, but she tried hard to hold it back.

"Silly girl, you are being so polite again. Come and try this porridge. Eating something sweet will make you feel better!" Uncle Ming treated her as his own daughter. Come to think of it, his wife passed away a long time ago, and his only daughter also left him in a car accident half a year ago. God suddenly put a girl who looked like Ming Yao in front of him. He was so happy that he couldn't contain himself.

"Yeah." Yu Xiao nodded, picked up the spoon, scooped some porridge and drank it.

"How is it?" Uncle Ming looked at her and asked.

"Well, it tastes good!" Although the smile was a bit forced, Yu Xiao still tried hard to smile at Uncle Ming.

"That's good! Xiao girl, when you're in a bad mood in the future, just come to Uncle Ming's place. Uncle Ming is usually alone, so it's just right that he has someone less to chat with."

"Got it, Uncle Ming!"

Although he had no appetite, Yu Xiao still drank the bowl of porridge. Shen Yimo originally wanted to stay after dinner, but Uncle Ming insisted that he leave. Shen Yimo did not insist, and after saying goodnight to the two people, he drove away from Uncle Ming's villa.

After sending Shen Yimo away, Uncle Ming took Yu Xiao into his study.

"Xiao, girl, please sit down!" Uncle Ming asked Yu Xiao to sit down on the sofa. He walked to the desk, took out a photo from the bottom drawer, and sat down next to Yu Xiao.

"Do you know who this is?" Uncle Ming handed the photo of his hand to Yu Xiao.

"Is this Mingyao?" She had seen Mingyao's photo in the bedroom before, but the little girl in the photo looked only a few years old, but she looked a bit like Mingyao. She had big eyes and a round face, and looked very beautiful.

"Yes, it's her. Yaoyao has been very cute and sensible since she was a child. Before she had the car accident, I often wondered what her and Yi Mo's children would look like in the future. Whether they look like Yi Mo or Yaoyao, they must be the cutest. In fact, Yi Mo and Yaoyao are childhood sweethearts and grew up together. Yaoyao has liked bullying Yi Mo since she was a child. Yi Mo is two years older than her, but she just likes to be bullied by Yaoyao. Wherever Yaoyao goes, Yi Mo follows. At that time, I knew that they would grow old together in the future. But things are unpredictable. No one expected that a car accident half a year ago would ruthlessly take Yaoyao's life. Yaoyao's mother passed away when Yaoyao was very young, so at this point, I have always felt guilty about Yaoyao. I hope she can be happier than me, but this wish has not come true..." Uncle Ming's voice was a little hoarse when he said this. In the six months since his daughter passed away, he rarely mentioned his worries to others.

“Uncle Ming…” Yu Xiao felt indescribably guilty when she heard Uncle Ming telling her his sad stories in order to comfort her.

"Haha, it's okay. Uncle Ming treats you as a family member, so he told you these things. In fact, there are some things I can't tell Yi Mo. Yaoyao's departure makes him no less sad than me. Yaoyao is gone, but Yi Mo still has his own life. In the future, he will still marry another girl and have his own life... But Uncle Ming... only has one daughter... "Uncle Ming paused here, took a long breath, suppressed his sadness and continued: "After Yaoyao left, I lost my only relative in this world. Uncle Ming is not a saint. At first, I couldn't let it go. There were many times when I often wondered what the meaning of living in this world was. I had no wife, no daughter, no spiritual sustenance, and no one who cared about me. The feeling of being alone and helpless was really bad. For two or three months, I worked in the tea garden and dealt with those teas. As soon as I started working, I forgot about those things. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain of the tea garden. The people there are very simple. When I accidentally went there to visit a tea picker, I saw that their primary school was very simple, so I took the initiative to fund the construction of a primary school for them. In fact, the money was nothing to me, but when the villagers heard about it, they were very grateful to me. They brought me the best things in their homes and invited me to their homes. After getting in touch with them slowly, I found that I still had meaning in living in this world. righteousness. Later, when I returned to this city, I went to the orphanage here to see the children abandoned by their relatives, brought them gifts, and looked at their happy smiling faces. I knew what I should do in the future. Although Yaoyao left, my love for her did not stop. I gave this love to those children without parents. In this way, I walked out of sadness step by step. Now I can talk about my daughter to others very calmly. Although I still feel heartbroken, I know that she will be happy because she has a father like me. As long as Yaoyao is happy, I will be happy too. Xiao girl, Uncle Ming is telling you all this today not to do any ideological work on you, but just to tell you that in fact, there is nothing big in this world. Some things may seem to be a dead end today, but they may be solved at dawn tomorrow. As for how to solve it, it depends on how you think. No matter what it is, you must look at it in two ways. When you reach Uncle Ming's age, you will know that there is no Fire Mountain that cannot be passed in this life. Do you understand?"

"Uncle Ming, I understand." Yu Xiao nodded. After listening to Uncle Ming's recollections of the past, she no longer felt so sad.

"I'm glad you understand! Xiao girl, you don't know that Uncle Ming is so happy that you can come to his place tonight!" She thought of coming to him when she was helpless, which made Uncle Ming feel a long-lost family affection.

"I didn't think much about it at the time. I just felt that Uncle Ming would definitely not chase me away." Yu Xiao looked at Uncle Ming and finally smiled. His mood also improved a lot.

"No matter when you come, Uncle Ming will not chase you away! It's getting late, you should go and have some rest. That bedroom is Yaoyao's room. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go next door!" After all, his daughter is no longer in this world, so Uncle Ming still has some concerns.

"No need! I just like staying in her room. Looking at her photos, I always have a very intimate feeling. I feel like she is like my sister." Yu Xiao said with a smile.

"Really? Okay! Since you don't mind, go and have a rest!" Uncle Ming looked at her, nodded kindly, and then waved at her.

"Good night, Uncle Ming!"

"Well, good night, Xiao girl!"

After chatting with Uncle Ming for such a long time, Yu Xiao's heart had slowly calmed down when she returned to Mingyao's bedroom. She walked into Mingyao's bedroom, the light was still on, and she caught Mingyao's photo at a glance. Looking at the girl in the photo smiling brightly, she walked over and looked at Mingyao in the photo.

His eyes were full of envy.

She is really happy to be loved so deeply by Shen Yimo!

He reached out and gently slid his hand across Mingyao's photo.

Maybe many people would feel a little scared and terrified in a room with a girl who died earlier, but when she saw Mingyao in the photo, she felt indescribable intimacy. If she were still alive, they would definitely become good friends, right

"Sister Yaoyao, what should I do?"

Give up, or persist. At this moment, she was a little hesitant!

Maybe to An Jingya, Kang Shaonan was a heartless man, but to her, he was the best husband, the one who loved her the most and spoiled her the most. He treated her better than her parents. She was really reluctant to give up on him so easily because of a photo!

"Sister Yaoyao, I don't want to give up on him! I like him, I really like him! But I have never told him! Tell me, am I too selfish? After all, Sister Jingya has waited for him for five years, but I just can't let him go. What should I do?"

She is not a saint, nor does she have such a broad mind. She has never thought about how rich she will be in this life, and how rich her life will be. I don't know since when, her life has been full of Kang Shaonan's shadow. He filled her world. If he left her life, she would definitely collapse completely!

When Yu Xiao got up the next day, Uncle Ming had already prepared breakfast. Yu Xiao couldn't feel at ease being served like this in someone else's home.

"Uncle Ming, I'm really sorry to bother you!"

"If you say this kind of thing to Uncle Ming again, he will be really angry!" Uncle Ming looked at her with a reproachful look.

Yu Xiao smiled, walked to the dining table and sat down.

"Then I won't be polite, Uncle Ming. From now on, I'll eat and drink your food and drinks. Aren't you afraid that I'll rob you?" After struggling for a night, Yu Xiao's mood had improved a lot, and he even joked with Uncle Ming.

"Uncle Ming was just afraid that you wouldn't come!" Uncle Ming saw a smile on Yu Xiao's face and his mood also improved.

While the two were talking, Shen Yimo walked in from the living room door. Uncle Ming saw him and quickly invited him over for breakfast.

"Hello, President!" Yu Xiao greeted him with a smile.

"We're at Uncle Ming's house, so don't call me CEO. Just call me by my name!" Shen Yimo always felt it was a bit harsh when he heard her calling him CEO.

"Forget it. You are so much older than me. It would be rude of me to call you by your name directly. How about I call you Brother Yi Mo?" Yu Xiao thought for a moment and answered.

"Well, I think it's okay!" Without waiting for Shen Yimo to answer, Uncle Ming next to him nodded in agreement.

"Ahem, forget it, just call me CEO!" Brother Yi Mo? This title seems even more awkward than CEO. Shen Yi Mo directly passed it over.

The breakfast was warm and pleasant. Yu Xiao actually felt like home. (To be continued)