I, the first son, became a woman

On one side, there are colleagues who have had entanglements intermittently, and even work in the same mansion in the capital.

If you really have to choose one, the answer seems obvious.

But still the same.

Everything, after all, depends on Xia Juan's own choices and decisions.

He stared absently at the already empty street in front of him.

Xia Yuanpo smiled helplessly, and finally turned around.

However, in an instant.

He felt a pair of eyes seem to be peeping at him, staring at him.

"Who?!!"

Ever since Xia Juan was assassinated when he was a child, Xia Yuanpo was extremely sensitive to such eyes.

Especially when you are in your own mansion.

With a fixed look in his eyes, he turned his head away.

Xia Yuanpo raised his eyes, but he saw a figure running out in a panic.

Then ran into the garden in the mansion.

"Master, is there a thief!"

Seeing Xia Yuanpo's face change, he found something.

Mrs. Zhou became nervous all of a sudden.

"Master, I'm going to call someone..."

"No need."

Mrs. Zhou just took a step, but she hasn't landed yet.

Suddenly, Xia Yuanpo shook his head and reached out his hand to stop the other party.

"It's Juan..."

"Juan'er?!"

Frowning uncontrollably, Mrs. Zhou was taken aback and looked towards the garden in the distance.

"Master, you mean that Juan'er..."

"Well, she should have heard everything just now."

After a hesitation, Xia Yuanpo looked in the direction Xia Juan was running to.

"This child... as expected, he is still running away, in fear..."

"After all, she is still just a child now."

"It's just that now, there are so many things to bear..."

Shaking his head, Xia Yuanpo turned around and put his hand on Mrs. Zhou's shoulder.

"Ma'am, I think you still need to help Juan'er untangle her heart."

"Well, that's exactly what I mean too."

Nodding her head, Mrs. Zhou put away her handkerchief and thought for a while.

"No matter what, Juan'er still has to make a decision."

"This knife, between speed and slowness, will always fall."

"Master, you go back first, I'll go talk to Juan'er..."

After hesitating, he finally stepped out boldly.

Mrs. Zhou tidied her clothes and patted her clean, dust-free body.

Only then did he simply walk swiftly with lotus steps, and walked into the garden to look for Xia Juan's figure.

It has now entered winter.

The flowers and plants in the garden have long since withered, and there is nothing to obstruct the sight.

Mrs. Zhou walked into the garden.

Then I saw a budding plum tree.

Xia Juan, hugging her knees, was wearing long, wet hair like seaweed.

A man sat curled up quietly.

It is unbearable to be as pitiful and helpless as a child.

Subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and slowed down.

Mrs. Zhou looked at Xia Juan's back unhurriedly, and walked slowly to her side.

She lowered her head, only to see that at this moment Xia Juan was holding her calf with her hands, and her chin was resting on her knees.

She opened a pair of watery clear eyes, blinking.

Looking at the fish pond in front of him empty and absent minded, he seemed to be lost in endless contemplation.

Take a deep breath, as if to encourage yourself.

Mrs. Zhou, who has always been an optimist, unconsciously felt a little hesitant and bitter, and didn't know how to speak.

After a while, she finally crouched down.

"Juan'er, what are you looking at?"

Mrs. Zhou smiled slightly, and white cold mist spewed out of her mouth when she spoke.

She sat down carelessly, put her arms around Xia Juan beside her, and let out a burst of numbness, as if she was warming herself.

"Mom, are you here?"

His eyes were still staring blankly ahead.

Xia Juan rested her chin on her knees.

Every time he opened his mouth, his mouth closed together, like a robot.

"It's so cold, Juan, let's go back to the house first."

The mouth continued to spit out white mist.

Mrs. Zhou pointed to the bareness of everything around her?

The whole world seems to be left with only a little bit of pink plum blossom that has not yet bloomed.

"Juan'er, you have been in poor health, don't catch a cold!"

"Mom, I'm fine."

When he came back to his senses, he raised his head.

Xia Juan turned her head and smiled at Madam Zhou, then leaned into Madam Zhou's arms.

"Mom, you said..."

"If I was born, I would be your daughter, not your son."

"Then now... what will our family look like?"

"Don't talk about this kind of thing."

Shaking his head, he squinted and smiled.

Mrs. Zhou reached out and stroked Xia Juan's hair, letting it fall behind her, caressing little by little.

"Juan'er, I'm afraid Da Luo Jinxian can't answer your question at all."

"But mother knows one thing."

"It doesn't matter whether Juan'er is a daughter or a son."

"In the eyes of your parents, you have only one identity, and that is our child!"

"really?"

Leaning in Mrs. Zhou's arms, Xia Juan turned her head and looked at her from bottom to top, like a spoiled child.

"of course."

With a grin, Madam Zhou widened her eyes and nodded with a smile.

"No matter what you become, you are still your parents' child, you are all your parents' son!"

"Don't forget, you are a piece of meat that fell from your mother's October pregnancy!"

Between talking and laughing, the atmosphere eased a little.

Xia Juan smiled stiffly and reluctantly, curled up and hugged her body.

"But mother... I suddenly found out..."

"I suddenly realized that I was really cowardly and timid..."

"I……"

"I really don't want to leave you..."

Chapter 590 Overjoyed

"Silly boy, parents don't want to leave you either!"

A look of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

Mrs. Zhou laughed a few times in embarrassment and coughed.

"It's just Juan'er. When a girl grows up, she will marry in all likelihood."

"What's more...it's a last resort now."

"But in my lifetime."

"Father and mother can see that you are married and have a happy family, and they are already very satisfied."

"But...but..."

There seemed to be no way to speak out the words in his throat.

Xia Juan stopped abruptly a few times, but found himself dumb and unable to speak.

In the eyes, there was already something spinning a few times in a trance, which made her feel a little sour.

damn...

I'm not a woman, why should I cry...

I didn't cry...!

Only a coward will cry...

Close your eyes and roll your eyes.

Xia Juan took a deep breath, and forced back the tears.

Then he showed an exaggerated smile, suppressing his depression.

She... didn't want to let herself cry in front of her parents.

That makes me look like a coward!

Like a crybaby!

"Juan'er, in fact, as a parent, we just want our children to live well for the rest of their lives."

Mrs. Zhou didn't notice the slight redness in Xia Juan's eyes.

She looked at the fish pond in front of her with emotion and a little emptiness.

There are words in his mouth, and he talks eloquently, as if he is telling a story.

"Actually, if possible, parents also hope that you can stay with us for a while longer."