Xia Jingshu pursed her lips slightly, her gaze soft as water. There is a kind of indifference in his eyes that sees through life and death.

She nodded at her son, acquiescing.

"Mom, have you forgiven Dad?" Ye Hao sat beside his mother and looked at her suspiciously.

Only he knows that his mother has hated his father in his heart for so many years. So much so that in the past thirty years, she has never wanted to see her father. Whether it's a holiday or their birthday, Dad comes to see them every time, but Mom never opens the door.

Xia Jingshu smiled at her son, reached out and patted her son's sturdy shoulder.

"Hmm," she nodded again.

The most gratifying thing in her life is to have such a sensible and capable son. It is also the only source of her happiness.

As for the hatred, there is no more. It turned out that she had complained for so many years, and it was not until the moment of life and death that she realized that these hatreds were meaningless, and there was nothing more important than living happily. As for the man, the man she swore would never get along with each other in this life, the doctor said he would not live for more than three years. Three years later, whether she wanted to see him or not, they would say goodbye forever.

So what else is there to hate, time is the most ruthless thing, even she herself doesn't know how long she can live, whether she will never be able to open her eyes again, and never see her child again.

Ye Hao clearly saw the sadness in his mother's eyes, he got up and poured a glass of hot milk, and patted his mother's shoulder again.

"Mom, Yan Yan and I will come over to see you on the weekend."

"By the way, Mom, I still haven't told you one more thing, I decided to marry He Xiyan." Ye Hao said calmly, he had already made this decision a long time ago.

Xia Jingshu took a sip of milk, and nodded without saying yes. She had already guessed such a thing.

"You won't object, will you?" Ye Hao saw that his mother didn't speak, so he asked again. Of course, whether she agrees with it or not, he will definitely do what he decides.

"No objection."

Xia Jingshu was still smiling. In fact, she likes that girl very much, considerate and sensible, but she just thinks that child is very troublesome. But that's already the case, and there's no other way.

"Ah Hao," she turned her head to look at her son, with a warning, "That child can be raised in the Ye family, but he is not the bloodline of the Ye family after all, and he will not be able to inherit the Ye family's family business and property in the future." Xia Jingshu said very rationally.

Some things are acceptable, but some are not.

"I know." Ye Hao nodded.

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The night is as cool as water. The soft moonlight shrouded the castle, and it was so quiet that only the occasional bird chirping could be heard.

He Xiyan lay on the windowsill after taking a bath, she was often in a daze recently, and her thoughts were always drifting far away. She has experienced so many things in the past year or so that she has a feeling of living in a dream.

She remembers that when she was a child, her mother took her to the house of an old uncle who called Mr. God Arithmetic to tell her fortunes. The fortune teller asked her about her birthday, and after looking at her palmistry, he said that she would be rich and noble in this life, but the relationship was shallow, the love road was bumpy, and her marriage line was broken in the middle, and Yue Lao had pulled two red lines for her.

She was too young to understand, but she remembered that her mother was very angry when she heard such words, threw fifty dollars, and dragged her away in a rage.

Looking back now, she finally understood why her mother was angry. Because the kinship is shallow, it means that her relatives will die early, and the marriage line is broken, which means that she will be unhappy and divorced after marriage.

Although the so-called fortune-telling has no scientific basis and cannot be trusted, everything she has experienced now has been said by the old gentleman.