Love You Forever

Then Tan Jie calmed down his anger, and Tingsheng began to act a little afraid of me. I wanted to get close to him, but he didn't want to.

My eyes are a little red, I am a very unqualified mother.

"Chen Qing, what's wrong with you?" Tan Jie asked me.

I shook my head and ran back to my room to lie on the bed. I thought I might be depressed.

I was the only one in the not-so-light room. Thinking about Tingsheng's fear just now, I wanted to strangle myself.

I was very sensitive to the sound of Fu Jing opening the door when he came back. When I heard the noise outside, my heart thumped and I didn't want to remember.

Fu Jing quickly entered our bedroom. I sat up and looked at the door. My eyes were as red as a rabbit.

"Ah Jing..."

Fu Jing sat by the bed. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm filled with anxiety. Tan Jie asked me to look at Tingsheng for a while. I actually... I..."

Before I could finish, I choked. Fu jing hugged me and patted me on the back. "It's okay. Let's talk."

"I'm anxious. I'm very anxious. I need you very much. I don't want to leave you for a moment. I don't even want to be with Tingsheng. I'm not a good mother. I don't even dare to give birth to this child. I'm afraid I can't take responsibility for him."

"No, you will be a good mother." Fu Jing whispered in my ear.

I looked at him. "But I hurt Tingsheng today, and he bled a lot."

Fu Jing shook his head. "There's no way a child can grow up unharmed. He'll be fine soon."

He seemed to have a way to comfort me, just like a special medicine. Although it worked, it didn't cure the root of the problem. When I followed Fu Jing out to see my son, Tingsheng would already smile at Tan Jie.

"You see, for a child, pain comes and goes quickly, and he soon forgets it." Fu Jing said to me.

I reached out to tingsheng in disbelief. Tingsheng's grinning mouth suddenly pursed. I panicked and wanted to take it back. He suddenly opened his arms for me to hold, and his thin lips were still mumbling to my mother.

At that moment, I really wanted to cry. I took Tingsheng from Tan Jie's arms and coaxed him. I asked him if it hurt. He said it didn't hurt.

How could I have such a sensible and good son? When I looked at Fu Jing, he looked pleased.

After another two days, I spent more time with ting sheng, and the life of taking care of the child was quite enjoyable. However, when fu jing came back, I would be anxious. If he came back at 4: 30 every day, after 4: 30, I would always look at the door.

"Chen Qing, do you... Need to see a psychiatrist?" He took over Tingsheng, afraid that I would hurt ting sheng again because of my negligence.

I also wanted to control myself not to look, not to miss those few minutes, but I couldn't.

As soon as Fu Jing came back, I immediately ran to the door and burrowed into his arms, as if the child in the house was me, not Tingsheng.

"Are you done? Why go out every day?" I looked at Fu Jing with grievance.

He pinched my face. "It's not that easy to do all these things well. You can do small business by yourself. You can't do anything by yourself."

"Then I'll go out with you tomorrow."

Fu Jing frowned, hesitated, and acquiesced. I turned around and saw Tan Jie waving at him.

For the next two days, I completely left the child to Tan Jie, who stuck by Fu Jing's side every day, like a follower. Although running around would be tiring, I still wanted to stay by his side.

It wasn't until he got me a psychiatrist's appointment that I started to have a huge rejection.

"What's wrong with me? Why did you ask a psychiatrist for me? I'm not going, I'm not going!" I was so angry that I yelled at fu jing.

He calmed me down and said it without looking at it.

"If you say no now, you'll let me see it again in the blink of an eye. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You, like Tan Jie, are changing your ways to say that I'm sick. Advise me to see a doctor. You're sick, and you need to see a doctor."

Fu Jing hugged me and gently stroked my head. "I really don't want to look. As long as you don't agree, we won't look, okay?" Fu jing softened up with me at a low volume.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't bear to throw another tantrum at him, but when he did this, I felt as if I had done something terrible and would change my ways to torture myself.

At this moment, I think I really need to see a psychiatrist.

In the evening, I slept with Fu Jing. I asked Tan Jie to bring his voice over. He would bring his voice back, and I wanted to talk to Fu Jing.

"You asked... Does the psychiatrist have time tomorrow?"

"Yes." Fu Jing answered me immediately.

I still felt uncomfortable. "Then we'll go and have a look tomorrow when we get up. It's okay anyway."

Fu Jing turned around and hugged me. "Okay, I'll be with you tomorrow."

Leaning against his arms, I had always felt at ease, whether it was the first time we were together or now, the feeling of peace had not changed.

The next morning, he got up to make breakfast for me, then took me to see a psychiatrist. While I was doing counseling, I was lying on a chair that looked refreshing and comfortable, chatting casually with the psychiatrist.

An hour passed quickly and began to feel that chatting with a psychiatrist was not that annoying.

After the counseling, I went home with Fu Jing. Tan Jie couldn't cook with the kids, and I had been raised by fu jing for a long time. I couldn't eat his food. I didn't even have an appetite.

There was no reaction to the pregnancy this time, and everything was fine except for the tendency to get emotional.

In the evening, I received a call from Wu Ying. She said that she was coming to Nancheng for a few days. She said that the temperature in North city had turned cold, and her body and bones could not get used to it.

But it's only a few months. How cold can it be in North city?

I arranged for Fu Jing to pick up wu ying at the airport. At home, we also packed out a room for wu ying to live in. Our conditions are not as good as before. The house we bought hasn't been renovated, and the house we rented isn't big. If wu ying really came to live here often, she might not be used to it.

I bought a new bedsheet and a quilt, and the room was very simple. I bought everything I could think of, hoping that I wouldn't be scolded by Wu Ying. After all, she was a fussy old lady.

Fu jing went to pick up wu ying and replaced me with cooking at home. As soon as Wu Ying came, the food was thrown out of his mouth. "It's so terrible. It must not be cooked by Fu Jing."

"Granny wu, you've just come here to tear down my stage. Aren't you afraid that I won't give you a place to live?!" I was so angry, how could I be so arrogant in other people's territory?

Wu Ying still looked nonchalant. "If you don't give me a place to live, I'll buy myself a place to live here."

"Yes, yes, yes. The rich are all uncles. Let's not eat. I won't eat with you." I was going to bring over the dish that she had spat on, but she refused.

"I said it was awful, but I didn't say I didn't eat it." She snorted and picked up another chopstick. She didn't throw up this time.