Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting peacefully, suddenly stood up when she heard what Zichuan Niang said.

"Godmother, you asked me to persuade Zichuan to come back and get married. I'm happy to do this. But please, godmother, please don't say stupid things. It's been so many years, and don't get me and Zichuan together again.

Go, I have my own husband and children, my own husband’s family, and my own reputation.”

Yang Ruoqing said with a serious face, without any hint of joking or compromise in her words.

Zichuan Niang realized that what she said had made Yang Ruoqing unhappy. She was startled and quickly changed her words: "Qing'er, of course the godmother knows that you are a good girl. What the godmother means is that Zichuan still has you in his heart.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to get married for so many years..."

"Godmother!"

Yang Ruoqing interrupted Zichuan Niang again.

"Goddess, you can't say anything nonsense. If those people who are chasing after rumors heard it, they would think that I, Yang Ruoqing, already have a wife, behave inappropriately, confuse Zichuan, disrupt his marriage, and harm him.

I have been a bachelor until now." She said.

Zichuan's mother was told by Yang Ruoqing that she didn't know how to say it, and she burst into tears: "You don't have anything to do with it. It's Zichuan's own problem, and it's my stupid son's problem. He got into trouble and couldn't get out..."

"

"Qing'er, you don't know that in the past few years in the capital, he has found various excuses to refuse his marriage,"

"One year during the Mid-Autumn Festival he was drunk. I heard him talking in his sleep. He kept calling your name."

"From that time on, I realized that he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart, and that hurdle was you, Qing'er!"

"My godmother knows that this is his business alone and has nothing to do with you. If you have a slight liking for him, now you are not the daughter-in-law of the Luo family, but the daughter-in-law of our Mu family."

"My godmother is really at my wits end. I originally thought that cardamom could dilute your shadow in his heart, but I didn't expect that now that it's the juncture of getting married, he will still fall back on his old habit of sneaking away..."

Mother Zichuan spoke with tears and runny noses, and every word was a mother's bitter words.

From the perspective of the woman who was missed by her son, Yang Ruoqing would not take the blame.

But as a mother, Yang Ruoqing can also resonate with Zichuan Niang's words.

If Chen'er or Zhi'er were to be obsessed with a woman who didn't belong to him and didn't like him and even ignored his own life-long affairs in the future, Yang Ruoqing, a mother, would probably be even more anxious than Zichuan mother!

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing could only sigh and handed a handkerchief to Zichuan Niang to wipe her tears.

"Godmother, don't be sad. Wipe your tears first. When I get back, I will write a letter to Zichuan to urge him to come back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Zichuan Niang suddenly raised her hand and held Yang Ruoqing's hand, "Qing'er, what are you going to say in the letter? What reason are you using to persuade him to come back?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said, "I can only show him emotion and reason, so that he can understand your painstaking efforts, godmother."

Zichuan Niang shook her head, "No, this trick has long since stopped working. We have to find another way to try and get him back..."

"Godmother, do you have any good ideas?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zichuan Niang gritted her teeth and said, "You...just said in the letter that my mother is critically ill and should come home soon!"

"What?" Yang Ruoqing cried out in shock, "Godmother, this is absolutely impossible! It's too unlucky!"

Zichuan Niang said: "If he hides outside and doesn't come back to consummate the marriage, I will really be anxious to death. No matter what, he will die. What's so unlucky?"

"The Liu family doesn't know about this yet. Zichuan went to Changhuaizhou. The excuse I gave him was to go to Changhuaizhou to buy things for the wedding."

"Qing'er, stop worrying about anything and just write as I say. You must, you must call Zichuan back to see me one last time!"

"Okay, okay," Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Then I'll go back and write now..." she said.

Yang Ruoqing still felt that she couldn't lie like this. If Mu Zichuan rushed home and found out that it was a scam, he might do something even more drastic when he was already resistant to the marriage.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing still wanted to stick to her own ideas and treat Mu Zichuan Xiaozhi with affection and reason, so that he would come back willingly.

Just as she turned around, Lady Zichuan called out to her again.

"Qing'er, there's no need to go back and write. Just write it here, in front of me. When you're done, give the letter to me and I'll have someone deliver it to you." Zichuan Niang said again.

"Godmother, I will write as soon as I get back..."

"Qing'er, my godmother knows what you have in mind," Zichuan said with a wry smile.

"Just write it here, godmother. If I say something, you write something..."

Yang Ruoqing's hair was covered with black lines, and her godmother was also literate. Zi Chuan taught her how to read when she was studying with Zi Chuan.

However, the godmother did not write the letter herself. She just wanted to borrow her handwriting to make Zichuan more convinced that the godmother was terminally ill.

Okay, now I can’t even do anything about it, so that’s all, just follow your godmother’s wishes!

At that moment, Zichuan Niang read a sentence, and Yang Ruoqing took up her pen to write a sentence. After she finished writing, she picked up the letter paper and blew it a few times so that the pen and ink could dry up sooner.

Then he handed the letter to Zichuan Niang and took a look at it. After reading it, Zichuan Niang nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, you can leave the letter and go home and do your work," said Zichuan Niang.

Yang Ruoqing agreed, gave some more instructions, and then left the Mu family.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the house, I heard whining sounds one after another coming from the house where the four little ones were, mixed with a few squealing sounds from time to time.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.

This wolf cub is really different from a dog cub. She fed him goat milk when she went to Lao Mu's house an hour ago.

This hour has passed, and there is no movement on the little Teddy side, but the little wolf cub is so hungry that he is about to rebel!

The digestion ability and eating ability are really different.

"Come on, come on, wet nurse loves you!"

Yang Ruoqing's gentle voice came into the room, intended to comfort her.

The sounds in the room paused for a moment, but after a moment, the voices of four little ones turned on the violent mode.

One screamed louder than the other, one screamed louder than the other, and they even crawled around.

"The squealing cub has milk to drink. The four of you are squealing like this. I don't even know who to feed first."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, and while speaking comforting words, she boiled goat milk for them as quickly as possible...

“Okay, okay, the milk is here!”

Yang Ruoqing came to their nest and said, "Little Chunbai was injured a few days ago and her body was injured. Little Chunbai came to drink first."

She reached out and gently picked up the plush little pure white. She sat on the stool and put the little pure white back on her lap.

Just like how we fed Luo Baobao and Dazhi in their infancy, we also put a small triangular handkerchief around the little pure white's neck and belly.

In the past few days, Little Chunbai has become familiar with this process. When Yang Ruoqing put a small handkerchief around it, it stopped squealing, and instead eagerly opened its mouth and stretched out its pink tongue.
Chapter completed!