Chapter 543: Deep Maternal Affection Despite No Blood Relation

Just when the whole family was about to reach their breaking point, Jian Yixin called: "Xuanxuan, I want to take Moli back."

Shi Youxuan readily agreed: "Alright, come and pick him up."

This time when Jian Yixin arrived, Wang Yinghao did not give her a cold shoulder.

Not only did she greet her with a smile, but she also brewed tea and washed fruit for her, her attitude being incredibly good.

"Auntie, please don't go to any trouble. May I go over and see the child?"

Heaven knows how she had managed to get through these past two days.

Jian Yixin had come to terms with it; regardless of who gave birth to Moli or whose blood flowed through his veins, he was her child now, and he would be in the future.

Being mother and son was a matter of fate and affection; since they were mother and son, they could not be easily separated!

"You can, of course you can."

Wang Yinghao took Jian Yixin to see the child. Pushing open the door to the nursery, she immediately burst into tears.

Moli was asleep in his small bed; having not seen him for only two days, his little face had thinned out.

He had indeed lost weight; for the past two days, he hadn't been drinking his formula properly.

It was the same brand of formula, but because the person feeding him was different, he refused to eat it immediately!

Originally, Moli had intended to go on a "hunger strike," but later he was just too hungry and couldn't hold out, so he ate a little.

"Shh!" Seeing someone enter whom she didn't recognize, the nanny immediately placed her index finger to her lips, signaling them not to make a sound.

The child had finally fallen asleep with great difficulty; if he woke up, he would just cry again!

As it turned out, what one fears is what happens—Moli woke up!

"Giggle—"

Seeing Jian Yixin, he immediately broke into a big smile and waved his two little hands, wanting his mother to hold him.

Jian Yixin took him into her arms, and Moli pressed his head tightly against his mother's neck, leaning on her shoulder without moving.

Her heart was about to melt.

"Baobao, Mommy was wrong. Mommy shouldn't have abandoned you. Don't worry, Baobao, from now on, Mommy will never leave you again. You are my son, you will always be my son..." Jian Yixin sobbed uncontrollably.

Shi Youxuan and her mother-in-law kept Jian Yixin at the house for lunch before she headed back.

Back in his mother's embrace, Moli did not cry a single time.

And Sheng Zichen did not cry again either, even very amicably handing the toy in his hand to his younger brother to play with.

This child was quick-witted; seeing that Moli was going back and that a guest would not stay in his home permanently, he immediately showed his goodwill!

After lunch, Jian Yixin took Moli home.

After seeing the mother and son off, Shi Youxuan lay on the bed, completely relaxed.

It was fortunate that Jian Yixin couldn't hold out for more than two days; if she had insisted for two more days, she herself would have surely collapsed.

In the evening, when Sheng Hanyu got off work and saw that Moli had been taken away by Jian Yixin, he reminded his wife: "You lost, so you have to listen to me for this month."

Shi Youxuan:...

After dinner, Sheng Hanyu said to his wife with righteous indignation: "Wash my feet!"

Shi Youxuan: "Are you pushing your luck? Didn't you just take a shower? What is there to wash?"

Sheng Hanyu: "Who made the rule that you can't wash your feet after a shower? I want to soak them in hot water. I went to the construction site this afternoon and I'm exhausted."

Fine, she would accept the loss.

The family had a specialized foot-soaking basin; her parents-in-law used it, but young people rarely used such things. There was one in their room that was still new and unused, just sitting there.

Since he wanted to soak his feet, then they would take it out and use it.

They took out the new basin, poured in hot water according to the manual, and plugged it in. It seemed like it would be better to put in a packet of special foot-soaking medicine—it would relieve fatigue and promote blood circulation.

It was just that there was no foot-soaking medicine in the house.

Shi Youxuan rolled her eyes, and an idea came to her.

She went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of aged vinegar, poured some into the hot water, and argued convincingly: "I heard Mom say that vinegar can soften blood vessels. You should try this; it relieves fatigue."

What the heck?

Although he didn't really believe it, he didn't object either.

It was rare for his wife to be virtuous and gentle, so he couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

So not only did he not object, he even praised his wife for being virtuous and knowledgeable.

Having been praised, Shi Youxuan's enthusiasm was truly ignited, and she went to the kitchen again to fetch salt, ginger slices, Sichuan peppercorns, red wine, milk... and poured them all into the foot-soaking basin.

She even claimed it was "good for the skin."

Looking at the "soup" in the basin that had lost its original color, along with all the various seasonings.

Whether it would be good for the skin, Sheng Hanyu didn't know, but if it were stewed, it would probably taste quite good!

"Wife, I just wanted to wash my feet..." Sheng Hanyu really wanted to remind his wife not to forget the original intention.

Just soaking them in hot water would have been enough; there was really no need to make it so complicated.

After soaking his feet, he still felt like he hadn't had enough.

Although the steps were a bit numerous, it felt quite good.

"Go, pour me a glass of water, make it thirty-seven degrees."

"Coming right up!"

Shi Youxuan trotted out. Her agreement was so prompt that it made him feel uneasy.

Agreeing too quickly was not a good thing; she might be harboring some mischief in her heart.

Soon the water was brought over. Shi Youxuan held it with both hands and offered it to her husband's lips: "Drink, the temperature is just right."

"I'll do it myself."

He reached out to take it, but she wouldn't let him at all: "Hey! You don't need to lift a finger. Your wife will serve you water and let you enjoy the VIP service I'm providing."

Sheng Hanyu:...

Clearly he should have been flattered, but what kind of experience was it to have cold chills running down his back?

"No need..."

"You dare?"

He didn't dare, so he had to bite the bullet and take a sip.

Huh?

The water was perfectly normal; it was just a plain, ordinary glass of water, with no additives, and the temperature was just right!

So he had overthought it.

His thoughts were even seen through by Shi Youxuan, who appeared very aggrieved: "Honestly, I really am a good sport and accepted the loss, doing exactly as you asked. To think you don't even trust me, I'm so heartbroken..."

And then Sheng Hanyu had to coax her.

The next day.

Sheng Hanyu brought up a matter that should be taken care of—the wedding!

If it were up to Shi Youxuan, she would just find a high-class hotel, invite some relatives and friends, and have everyone gather for a meal.

No need to make a big fuss.

However, the rest of the family did not agree with her idea.

His parents felt it must be a grand affair, lively and bustling.

The scene had to be magnificent and stylish, but they couldn't say exactly to what extent it should be "grand" or what exactly would qualify as stylish.

In any case, the standard was the same—it could not be lower than the standard of the wedding Lady Jian had arranged for her son!

This proposal was rejected by the young couple.

If the wedding were just made into something cookie-cutter, focusing only on pageantry and spite, it would have no meaning at all.

Shi Youxuan was afraid of the trouble, while Sheng Hanyu... had his own ideas.

For the next month, he was very busy.

He was mysterious every day, and no one knew what he was working on. If Shi Youxuan asked, he would use the bet as an excuse to block her and forbid her from asking.

One month later.

On this day, Sheng Hanyu suddenly announced that the wedding was to be held and told everyone to get in the cars immediately, as they were already waiting at the door.

Since he had been acting mysterious for a month, the family had already guessed that he was likely making preparations for the wedding.

But not even an Invitation had been sent out, and they didn't even know which hotel it was being held at.

He didn't say anything, just suddenly sent cars to take everyone to the wedding venue; it was so sudden.

Sheng Jiang asked: "Which hotel is the wedding being held at? I need to go notify my old friends."

"You didn't let them come to your wedding, so there's even less need for them at mine," Sheng Hanyu said.

Sheng Jiang:...

That's not the same thing, alright?