"That's not what I meant. You have to misunderstand me. Then I have nothing to say. In short, I still say the same thing. I don't agree with Ke Xin's entry into our Ou family." Mrs. Ou was very stubborn on this matter. Not even a chance to relax.
Father Yang pulled Mrs. Yang, who was about to turn into a dinosaur, and said calmly: "Yazhu, we have been good friends for many years. I thought you would like Kexin to be your daughter-in-law. Is this a misunderstanding on my part?" Yet?"
"Sorry." Mrs. Ou's thousands of words were reduced to this sentence.
Mrs. Yang was about to get angry, but Father Yang held her back to prevent her from saying more unpleasant words.
Ou Qingheng coughed twice and said, "Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, if you can trust me, I will handle the matter well and give you a satisfactory answer."
Father Yang and Mrs. Yang looked at each other.
Ou Qingheng continued: "I have never said anything irresponsible. As I just said, I have asked a famous Italian designer to design a wedding dress exclusively for her. It will be completed in a month. I didn’t expect her to have a miscarriage, but I love her and don’t care if she can have a baby.”
Mrs. Young's eyes flashed with shock.
"In that case, why didn't you say anything just now?"
"Aunt Yang is so excited, I don't think I have a chance to speak at all." Ou Qingheng said calmly.
Mrs. Young was speechless.
"Aunt Yang, I sincerely wanted to marry Kexin almost five years ago. Even after four or five years of separation, my original intention for her remains unchanged. In order to give her a big surprise, I originally planned to marry her in a month. I proposed to her, but now her child has been aborted, and you two elders are also aggressive towards me. I suddenly have the urge to retreat. I don’t know whether Kexin is still the most suitable person to be my wife? After all, you The family is very different from what I thought. Aunt Yang has always given me the impression that she is intellectual and general, but I didn’t expect that there are also times when she acts like a shrew and is unreasonable. To be honest, I’m a little scared.”
Mrs. Young's face changed again and again, and her mood went up and down like a roller coaster.
"Qingheng, what do you mean?"
Ou Qingheng stood up with a very sincere attitude: "Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, if you two elders can trust me, then leave this matter to me. The final outcome of Kexin and I will also be left to the two of us. Go deal with it, okay?”
Instead, Mrs. Yang stood up excitedly: "Leave it to you to deal with it. If you choose to have a wife and children on the hot bed, wouldn't we be fooled and abandoned by you? How can there be such a good thing in the world? All the advantages are You've taken advantage of me."
Instead, the corners of Ou Qingheng's mouth turned up slightly, and he said with a half-smile, "Since Aunt Yang said so, I don't mind being called a scumbag."
"Ou Qingheng, I guess I misjudged you."
Father Yang pulled the person back and scolded him in a low voice: "Ke Xin is still in the hospital. Are you planning to push the person further and further away, and then wait for Ke Xin to wake up and blame you?"
Mrs. Young was completely wilted.
She burst into tears suddenly and couldn't help crying. She choked and said: "I am just a daughter. I feel sorry for my daughter. What is wrong with her? My daughter is beautiful, has a good family background, has a good education, can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and can walk." She will definitely be the one who will win over the stars when she goes out, why should she suffer such a crime?"
Mrs. Ou fell silent.
A flash of complexity flashed in Ou Qingheng's eyes, and then he left the chair, solemnly bowed to Yang's father, Mrs. Yang, and saluted 90 degrees, and said: "Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, you and my parents have been together for many years. Good friends, I don’t want you to have a complete falling out because of me and Kexinshi. I am an adult, and I will handle Kexinshi and I properly. No matter we are separated or reunited, I said that I I will give you a satisfactory answer. If you interfere, it will only make things more and more complicated. If you don't want me and Ke Xin to drift apart, don't interfere this time."
Mrs. Young was silent.
A cell phone ringtone broke the stalemate in the entire box.
Mrs. Yang picked up the phone and soon heard her excited voice: "But are you awake? When did you wake up? Okay, I'll be there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Yang excitedly said to Father Yang: "Husband, the people from the hospital called to say that she is awake and her recovery is pretty good. They said we can go in to see her."
The Yang family couple, Mrs. Ou and Ou Qingheng hurried back to the hospital.
Yang Kexin has made an exception and been transferred to a high-end single ward. The oxygen bottle on her mouth has been removed and she is awake. Although her face is a bit pale, it is not as bad as imagined.
"My daughter, you have suffered." Mrs. Yang rushed directly to the bedside and said with tears.
The nurse with the hanging bottle nearby reminded her kindly: "Mrs. Yang, you should keep your voice down. The patient has just woken up and shouldn't be too excited."
Mrs. Yang's emotions were suppressed a little and she nodded towards the nurse.
After the nurse hung up the sling bottle, she withdrew very wisely.
Mrs. Yang held Yang Kexin's hand and asked carefully: "Kexin, do you feel okay?"
Yang Kexin looked at Ou Qingheng, tears streaming down her face: "Qingheng, our child is gone. I didn't mean it. I just wanted to go downstairs, but I didn't know why I missed my step." I fell down and the child was gone like this, I was really sad.”
Ou Qingheng came up, and Mrs. Yang consciously withdrew. Ou Qingheng sat beside the bed, carefully held her in her arms, and said comfortingly: "I am as sad as you, but we are still young, wait for us Once you get married, it won’t be too late to have a baby. Don’t think too much now, take a good rest and take good care of yourself.”
Yang Kexin was buried in his arms, crying helplessly: "The child is gone, Heng, will you still love me as you did before?"
Ou Qingheng held the person in his arms and said: "Fool! I love you as a person. Because it is you, I love the child in your belly. The absence of the child only means that he and the two of us are not together yet." It's fate, when your health is restored, we will definitely have children of our own when we get married in the future, don't think too much about it."
Yang Kexin raised her head, looked at Ou Qingheng with red eyes, and said, "Heng, are you telling the truth?"
Ou Qingheng touched her cheek and said, "Have I ever lied to you?"
Yang Kexin laughed out loud immediately, because the excitement suddenly caused the wound to be pulled. She took a breath of pain and turned several points pale.
Ou Qingheng carefully placed the person on the bed and said with pretending concern: "Have a good rest and don't think too much. We will have children in the future."
Yang Ke smiled contentedly, held Ou Qingheng's hand tightly, and said, "Heng, please stay here with me. Without you, I don't dare to sleep alone."
Ou Qingheng nodded and said, "Go to sleep, I'll be here with you, don't think about it too much, the child is gone, there will be one when we get married."
Yang Kexin nodded, perhaps due to the miscarriage and heavy bleeding, she was very tired, but she fell asleep within a few seconds.
Ou Qingheng only took out his hand when he was really asleep. Seeing him like this, Mrs. Yang hurriedly said: "Qingheng, but your heart is still weak now, and you just lost your child. It is a fragile time. I think you are still weak." Stay here and spend more time with her, so that she won’t have to think too much.”
Ou Qingheng nodded: "Aunt Yang, I can do it."
Mrs. Ou looked at Yang Kexin who was lying on the bed, her eyes were very complicated. After being silent for a while, she spoke: "Qingheng, Kexin is awake now. Please send me back. I feel my heart is aching." It hurts a little, so I’m afraid it’s not suitable to drive on the road.”
Ou Qingheng said: "Mom, have you relapsed into your old illness? How about I ask Uncle Liu to take a look at it for you."
"No need, just take me back and I'll take my time in the car." Ou Fu said.
Ou Qingheng nodded.
Yang's father also said with concern: "Yazhu, your body and bones have never been in particularly good shape. Why don't you let Lao Liu take a look at it to make sure there is nothing wrong with you?"
Mrs. Ou shook her head.
Mrs. Yang said: "Yazhu, it's not that I'm being harsh, but you've already suffered from an old illness just after Xin came back. But you've watched Xin grow up, and you've gone to great lengths to get rid of Qingheng, but Can’t you really see that these two children really have a crush on each other?”
Mrs. Ou laughed angrily and didn't want to talk nonsense to Mrs. Yang anymore. She suddenly realized that she and her didn't even talk to her at all.
Mrs. Ou said directly to Ou Qingheng: "Qingheng, send mom back."
Ou Qingheng nodded, turned to Mrs. Yang and said, "Aunt Yang, I'll leave you to take care of me here. I'll come back in the afternoon."
Although Mrs. Yang was angry, she also knew that if she acted unreasonably now, it would probably only make Ou Qingheng bored, and it would be her own daughter who would suffer in the end.
"Go ahead, but it's better to come back quickly. But the heart is weak now, and the child has just died. It's easy for people to have random thoughts. If you are not by her side, you may have thought of something else. By then, you will be worried about the wound. Healing is also quite detrimental.”
"Aunt Yang, I will come back as soon as possible."
Ou Qingheng sent Mrs. Ou out of the ward, and Mrs. Ou's face completely darkened.
She glanced at Ou Qingheng with a very complicated look and whispered: "Qingheng, you disappoint me so much."
After saying that, he quickly walked to the elevator, and when the elevator came, he entered the elevator alone without waiting for Ou Qingheng.
Ou Qingheng followed him into the elevator. In the elevator, mother and son never exchanged a word, and the atmosphere was horribly condensed.
After getting out of the elevator, Mrs. Ou walked to the car she drove. Ou Qingheng said: "Mom, you'd better take my car back. I'll have your car driven back later."
Mrs. Ou glanced at him sideways and said, "Hurry up and get in the car."
Ou Qingheng had no choice but to walk to the driver's side, took the key and opened the door, sat in and fastened his seat belt. Originally, he wanted to fasten it for Mrs. O, but unexpectedly, she was slapped away by Mrs. Ou.
Mrs. Ou fastened her seat belt and said with a straight face, "Let's drive."
After the car got on the highway, Mrs. Ou took a deep breath and asked with anger in her voice: "Qingheng, tell mom honestly, do you really plan to marry Kexin?"
"I have always had this plan before. I have indeed handed over the wedding dress to a famous Italian designer. It will be completed in a month. But now after seeing the attitude of Yang's family, I don't know if I am still willing to marry Ke Xin. In her body, to be honest, it is difficult for me to find the hazy and pounding feeling I had back then. Five years later, it is not easy to regain many of the feelings."
"Don't tell mom these lies. Just tell mom, are you really planning to divorce Yiyi?"
"I had this plan. Yiyi's pregnancy was an accident. If she hadn't been pregnant, maybe we would have divorced by now."
Mrs. Ou glared at him. She was so angry that she couldn't describe it in words.
"Ou Qingheng, I've taught you this for nothing. What is there about Yiyi that is inferior to Yang Kexin, so that when Yang Kexin left you and went to Europe alone, you still miss her? What if she was so perfect? It's impeccable. I can understand why you can't bear to let go of her, but apart from her appearance and family background, what is there about her that is worthy of your attachment? She is willful, spends a lot of money, and doesn't know how to consider others. Compared with Yiyi, It’s not even the slightest bit worse, you still can’t think of anything you can’t forget about her.”
Ou Qingheng is no longer a human being inside and out now.