Ye Qianmo was really worried that her mother would be hit and sick again when she found out that this person was not Ye Zihan like she had done a few times before.

He helped his mother up, took her back to her bedroom, and asked her to sit down on a chair. After making the bed with his own hands, he helped Fu Fengyi lie down.

Gently covering his mother with a quilt, he sat beside the bed and said softly: "You can sleep, I will sit here with you."

Fu Fengyi shook her head and said feebly: "Mo'er, go out and do whatever you need to do. I'll be quiet for a while."

"I'll stay with you, but you can be quiet and I won't talk." Ye Qianmo knew that her mother's quietness meant that she wanted to lick her wounds alone and miss Ye Zihan alone. She would tell the story from when she was pregnant with him to when she was pregnant with him.

I relived every detail after he was born. Then he went missing, and then she blamed herself, blaming her for only taking Ye Qianmo with her out of desperation, but not Ye Zihan. If she had brought both children with her,

Or take the small one with you and leave the big one with Ye Haoran so that this kind of thing won't happen.

She always felt that all the hardships little Ye Zihan had suffered outside over the years were caused by her. When she thought of this, she was extremely painful and would become depressed and ill.

Every time this happens, she will stubbornly refuse to receive treatment, as if she has locked herself in a mental prison.

This time Ye Qianmo didn't give her a chance to close up. He sat stubbornly next to his mother and refused to move.

Fu Fengyi closed her eyes and held back tears. She knew what her son meant. Ye Qianmo was actually very filial. Except for his intention to confront Ye Haoran, which was the vent of his many years of resentment, everything else went smoothly.

With mother's wishes in mind.

She still remembered that one time she fell ill and refused to take medicine. When she had a fever, Ye Qianmo stayed by her bedside all night to take care of her.

She asked him why he had to be so filial. It was rare for someone at his age to be so filial to his mother. He told her that it was because he wanted to include Xiao Han's filial piety, so he had to be more filial than the average two.

My son still has more to do.

Fu Fengyi kept her eyes closed, and Ye Qianmo knew that she was not asleep. She just didn't want to talk, and he didn't say anything, so he just stayed with her silently. After a while, someone knocked on the door.

"Auntie, I am Song Wanting, can I come in?"

"Mom, please get up and talk to Wanting for a while." Ye Qianmo still wanted someone to distract Fu Fengyi's attention.

Fu Fengyi often thinks about others. She will not force herself in front of Ye Qianmo. In front of outsiders, she will pretend to be happy. He believes that she will really be happy if she pretends to be.

"Come in!" Ye Qianmo said loudly, and Song Wanting opened the door and came in, holding a tray with a bowl of porridge on it.

"Auntie, this is wheat and red date porridge. I just made it in the kitchen. It's the best for menopausal people. Please drink some and see if I'm good at it."

"Okay, it smells very good, and Tingting is sensible." Fu Fengyi praised.

Ye Qianmo helped his mother sit up, took the wheat porridge brought by Song Wanting, brought it to his mother, and blew on it.

"Mom, let me feed you."

This was the first time for Song Wanting to see Ye Qianmo taking care of her mother like this, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved. She didn't expect that the prince, who was always attended by a lot of people wherever he went, would also serve his mother with his own hands.

Fu Fengyi shook her head, took the bowl, and said softly: "I'll do it myself. If you are really filial, you should have a child with Tingting as soon as possible."

Song Wanting blushed and shouted delicately: "Auntie!"

Seeing that Ye Qianmo didn't speak, Fu Fengyi asked: "Mo'er, didn't you hear what mom said?"

Ye Qianmo chuckled and said, "You heard me, you heard me. Aren't I wondering why I haven't seen any movement after working hard for so long? I don't know if it's because my method is wrong or my body is not strong enough."

In order to make his mother happy, he just talked nonsense.

The smile on Song Wanting's face froze, and she thought to herself, you are really cunning. You have said that black things are white. When did you work hard? No, in fact, you worked hard, but you worked hard to the end.
Chapter completed!