It was dark, Nan Xiang was standing at the door looking out. Mo Jingchen had not come back since Mo Jinghui's accident. He had to deal with Mo Jinghui's funeral and take care of the unconscious old man in the hospital. She knew he must be very busy, so she didn't dare to call or send a message to disturb him.

Xiao Man came over and said softly, "Madam, dinner is ready. Please go in and eat. The young master will not be back for dinner tonight."

So many things happened in one day. Nan Xiang was so upset that she had no appetite to eat. She shook her head and said, "Put it aside for now. I have no appetite. I don't want to eat."

"Young Madam, I know you are very worried, but how can you skip dinner? Even if you don't eat, the baby in your belly also needs to eat. If the young master knows that you don't eat dinner, he will be very worried." Xiaoman persuaded.

Hearing this, Nan Xiang raised her hand and gently stroked her belly. The fetus inside seemed to sense her anxiety and sadness, and raised its little feet, gently touching her palm, as if to comfort her. Her heart gradually melted.

"Madam, Xiaoyun is now being taken care of by the young mistress of the Huo family. Madam Cha wants to deal with her, but she has to look at the owner when beating a dog. Madam Cha dare not mess around again. As for the second young master, this man can't be resurrected after death, so don't think too much about it."

Their young lady was really kind. The second young master treated her like this before, and now she still felt sad and heartbroken for him after he died.

Nan Xiang said sadly, "When Mo Jinghui was still a playboy and did many evil things, I really wished he would die sooner. Before he died, he called me and said sorry to me. He confessed to me the bad things he had done before. He also hoped that I would help him take care of Xiaoyun and Xiaowandou. I..."

Nan Xiang's eyes turned red as she spoke. Everyone should be responsible for what they have done. If they do bad things or make mistakes, they should be punished, but if they truly reform, shouldn't they be given a chance to start over?

She raised her head and looked at the bright moon rising in the night sky, and a tear of sorrow couldn't help but slide down from the corner of her eye.

Xiaoli took out a coat and put it on Nanxiang, saying with a worried look on her face: "Xiaoyun is taken care of by the Huo family's young mistress, so the young lady doesn't have to worry about her. But it will be much harder for Xiaowan to follow such a vicious mother."

Xiaowei refused to say anything, but she felt that Little Pea's illness must be related to Qiao Bosi, otherwise Little Pea would not have suddenly fallen ill, and it was so serious, it was really heartbreaking to see.

Xiaoman nodded in agreement: "When there is a chance, I will go and ask Xiaowei about it. I don't believe that she is so cold-hearted that she would not say anything when she saw such a young child being abused."

Hearing what they said, Nan Xiang became even more worried about Little Pea's situation: "Mo Jinghui has been with Qiao Bosi before, and even he doesn't believe that Qiao Bosi can take good care of his daughter. Before he died, he entrusted me with his orphan, hoping that I could take care of Little Pea, but in my current condition, how can I..."

She failed to do as he wished. She hoped that he would know in his afterlife and not blame her. It was not that she did not want to take care of Little Pea, but that she was unable to do so. Little Pea was with her biological mother, and she could not just snatch her away. If she did so, there would be more trouble in the future.

“Young Madam, don’t blame yourself. This matter is not your fault…” Before Xiaoman finished speaking, she saw Mo Jingchen coming back, and immediately showed a happy expression on her face, saying, “Young Master is back.”

Nan Xiang had no appetite, so he came back just in time so he could coax her into eating.

"Jingchen." Seeing Mo Jingchen coming back, Nan Xiang immediately took a step forward to greet him. Seeing his red eyes, she knew that he was upset, so she softened her voice and asked, "How is the matter going?"

She really wanted to help, but she was in the late stage of pregnancy and was not suitable for going to such occasions or working hard, so she could only wait at home.

There was a hint of sadness between Mo Jingchen's brows, and a look of fatigue on his face. He saw that her coat was a little crooked, so he reached out and gently helped her straighten it. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Everything has been arranged, but grandpa has been over-stimulated and hasn't woken up yet."

Nan Xiang said worriedly, "The old man loves his grandson Mo Jinghui the most. He definitely can't accept this happening suddenly. His health is already not good, and now he has suffered such a big blow. I'm really afraid he can't hold on."

"There's nothing we can do now. We can only rely on him." Mo Jingchen paused, looked at her, and asked with concern, "It's so late, have you had dinner?" He knew that she must be worried at home, so he rushed back to accompany her as soon as he finished his business.

Before Nan Xiang could answer, Xiao Man answered for her: "Master, you're back just in time. Dinner is ready. Madam said she has no appetite and can't eat. No matter how we persuade her, it's useless."

When Mo Jingchen heard this, he immediately said nervously: "Wife, how can you not eat dinner? Even if you have no appetite, you have to eat something. What if you are starving? Let's go in and eat first."

As he spoke, he supported her and walked towards the dining room in the house. There were too many things going on right now, and he didn't want to get her into any trouble.

Seeing him so nervous, Nan Xiang smiled and said, "I didn't say I didn't want to eat, I just wanted to eat later. Don't be so nervous, I won't let anything happen to me."

Mo Jingchen helped her to the restaurant and sat down. He immediately had someone serve her a bowl of soup and said, "Leave the things outside to me. Don't worry about anything now. Just take care of yourself. Drink a bowl of soup first and then eat."

Nan Xiang hummed softly, reached out to pick up the spoon, and drank the soup in small sips: "How is Madam Cha?" Madam Cha regarded Mo Jinghui as her own life. If something happened to him, Madam Cha would definitely feel devastated.

"Her." Mo Jingchen showed a look of contempt on his face, and said with a bit of disdain, "She blames the heavens, the earth, and others, but she doesn't look for the problem from herself. If she hadn't pushed Jinghui so hard, Jinghui wouldn't have done such a stupid thing. The person who should reflect on herself the most is her, but it's a pity that she has no self-awareness at all."

Nan Xiang said with a somewhat sad expression: "If you had not accepted his request at the beginning, perhaps he would not have been forced into a dead end." He and Xiaoyun had been living a good life. Poor Xiaoyun, now she is separated from the person she loves deeply and is in excruciating pain.

"Wife." Mo Jingchen reached out and gently held her hand. He looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "If I hadn't made a deal with him, he would have faced a lot of problems. As long as his mother didn't let go and he had no ability to resist, he would have been doomed sooner or later."

Mo Jinghui’s death had nothing to do with them, and Mo Jingchen didn’t want Nan Xiang to feel guilty.

Nan Xiang looked at him and saw that he spoke so firmly and persuasively. She felt that what he said made sense, so she nodded and said, "I understand. Okay, let's stop talking. You should eat quickly." Based on her understanding of him, he would not have time to eat if he had something to do, so he must be very hungry.

Xiaoman watched Nan Xiang and Mo Jingchen having dinner and breathed a sigh of relief. When Nan Xiang had no appetite, only Mo Jingchen could make her open her mouth to eat.

Mr. Mo made a harsh statement that if Madam Cha caused trouble again, he would divorce her.

Mrs. Cha was stimulated again and again. She felt like a deflated ball and a soulless zombie, and returned to the Mo family.

Mr. Mo was sad and angry. He didn't want to see her and went somewhere else.

"Madam, dinner is ready. Do you want to eat now?" The maid came forward and asked cautiously.

Mrs. Cha put her hand to her forehead, waved her hand gently, and said softly: "Let's go, I have no appetite, I don't want to eat." She was in a very bad mood now, how could she be in the mood to eat.

The maid didn't dare to say anything, so she nodded and said cautiously, "I'll leave now." Then she hurried to deal with dinner.

Qiao Bosi came in with Little Pea. When he heard her words, he stepped forward and said with a pretended worried look, "Mother-in-law, I know you are very sad now, but your body is not made of iron. What if you don't eat? You still have to take care of Jinghui's funeral. What if you collapse?"

Seeing that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face was haggard, and she looked listless and decadent, without any of her former dignity and grace. Qiao Bosi couldn't help but sigh. Mo Jinghui's death really dealt her a big blow.

Mrs. Cha looked very pale, without even fluttering her eyelashes, and said sadly, "I'm not in the mood now, you should go back."

"Mother-in-law, Zi Xin found out today that something happened to her father, and she has been crying non-stop. It was not easy to calm her down. Father and daughter are connected by heart, and a daughter, no matter how young, will feel it when something happens to her father. I brought her here specially to let you see Jinghui's daughter." Qiao Bosi said deliberately.

"Zi Xin." Madam Cha slowly put down her hand that was supporting her forehead. A glimmer of light flashed in her silent eyes. She waved at her, "Give me the child to hold."

Qiao Bosi immediately carried Mo Zixin forward and handed it to her.

Mrs. Cha reached out and took the child, placing her on her lap, and gently touched her fair little face. She saw that the little girl had a pair of watery eyes open, staring at her without blinking. That look and expression were very similar to Mo Jinghui when he was a child.

"This child looks exactly like Jinghui, especially his eyes. They are exactly the same as his. Jinghui looked at me like this when he was a child. So cute."

Mrs. Cha looked at Mo Zixin and a smile appeared on her face, but as she smiled, she started crying again. Tears were like pearls that had broken off the string, dripping from her eye sockets and landing on the little baby's face.

Mrs. Cha quickly reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears appeared.

Qiao Bosi watched from the side, but he was not anxious. He pretended to care and comforted: "Mother-in-law, don't think too much. Being too sad will hurt your body. Zi Xin is the hope and thought that Jing Hui left for you. When you see Zi Xin, it's like seeing Jing Hui. They both have your blood flowing in their bodies. They are your closest people."

Mo Jinghui died, and Mrs. Cha lost her support. She now hugs Zi Xin to comfort her. She will definitely regard Zi Xin as her new support, and their relationship will become closer in the future.

What Mrs. Cha needs most now is comfort, and Qiao Bosi's move of attacking the heart is indeed a brilliant one.

Mrs. Cha held her little granddaughter in her arms and couldn't let her go. In the entire Mo family, only this little granddaughter was related to her by blood. Seeing her was like seeing Mo Jinghui. How could she not love her now?

Qiao Bosi sat beside her, took Mo Zixin's little hand, shook it gently, and said, "Zixin, be good, call me grandma."

"The child is still so young, how could she possibly call her grandma?" Mrs. Cha glanced at her. She was so smart, how could she not see through Qiao Bosi's thoughts? She would never do anything that was not beneficial.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Zixin suddenly babbled twice.

Qiao Bosi immediately said: "Grandma, isn't Zi Xin just saying hello to you? She knows that grandma is sad and is trying to comfort her." What a good child, a great assist.

Mrs. Cha's eyes suddenly lit up, and a look of joy appeared on her face. She said with surprise: "Zi Xin is such a good child." Her Jinghui was also so well-behaved and cute when he was a child.

"Mother-in-law, if you like, I will bring her here more often in the future." Qiao Bosi smiled with satisfaction. Mrs. Cha had lost her son, so she could only put all her hopes on her daughter. She really gave birth to a good daughter this time.

Mrs. Cha said happily, "I will see Xiao Zixin every day from now on. I am your grandmother, Xiao Zixin, are you happy to see me?"

The child couldn't speak yet. Qiao Bosi smiled and said, "Of course I'm happy. Zi Xin loves to see grandma the most." If Mo Jinghui is gone, she won't be able to hold on for long. If she is gone too, then all the family property will belong to Zi Xin. As her biological mother, as long as she is not grown up, she has the right to dispose of anything that belongs to her.

While Mrs. Cha was happy, Qiao Bosi said intentionally or unintentionally: "Mother-in-law, Jinghui is gone, and all his things should be left to you. This matter of shares..."

When talking about Mo Jinghui's shares, Mrs. Cha couldn't help but clench her fists tightly and said through gritted teeth: "Those shares belong to me, Jinghui. I will not let that bastard occupy them. I must make him return them." He wanted her to spend 100 million to buy them back. What a wishful thinking he had.

Qiao Bosi nodded and said in a sympathetic tone, "Yes, these shares belong to Jinghui, and Jingchen is occupying them. It doesn't make sense, mother-in-law, I support you in taking the shares back."

Madam Cha glared at her coldly, "If someone shows his courtesy for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. Why do you suddenly come here to show your courtesy? My body is still warm, and you are thinking of dividing my wealth?"

Seeing that she suddenly became stern, Qiao Bosi quickly said, “Mother-in-law, that’s not what I meant. Jinghui is gone, and I think we should support each other.”

Mrs. Cha sneered and said, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I tell you, you won't get a penny. I'm tired, you can go now." After she said that, she stuffed Xiao Zixin back to her, then stood up and went back to her room to rest.

Qiao Bosi looked at her back and couldn't help but glare at her angrily. She was fine just now, but suddenly lost her temper. She must be sick.