Qingcheng Mountain.

Mrs. Ye suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and was held on the seat by the girl beside her, and waved her hand; "Go and call An Ran."

Soon, Ye Anran came in dressed in a frost.

"grandmother."

Ye Anran turned the Buddhist beads' hand and stopped for a moment, looking up at him: "Anran, come here."

Ye Anran walked to her side.

Mrs. Ye looked at the night outside with turbid eyes. The big trees in the yard were shaking by the wind, as if ghosts were shaking.

At her age, I believe that some feelings are not groundless.

"Anran, sit down, grandma tells you a few things."

Ye Anran sat down beside her, always feeling a little strange tonight, and asked in a voice, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Ye turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and closed her eyes. Her voice was flat without any ups and downs. "Wu Shang was once my favorite son. He was extremely talented since childhood, and his literary and martial arts are excellent. After I gave birth to him, I gradually calmed down the resentment of marrying into the Ye family."

Ye Anran became a little interested when she heard her talk about the past.

"The men of the Ye family and the women of the Bai family are all people with miserable lives. I am afraid that Wushang will be burdened by emotions when he grows up. He has made him the best daughter of the Bai family since he was a child. He thinks that the two of them will grow up together and get married in the future, and their lives will not be too difficult."

Ye Anran was a little surprised. In his impression, the mother and son were in the same situation as the same as the fire, and it was a situation that never ended. Mrs. Ye’s indifference and strength have always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it was completely unrelated to the word “warmness”.

"I was so nervous that except Xihe and Qingya, I would not let any woman approach Wushang, but what I didn't expect was--" A deep anger appeared on her old face.

To be honest, Ye Anran can understand Mrs. Ye’s disappointment quite well.

The baby who has been holding it in her palm and arranged everything with all her heart. She even endured her husband's cheating for him, indulged the scum with her to relieve the pain, and then paired with another vixen in the name of true love.

The man asked his wife to fulfill their love. He did not love her. He could not give her anything except Mrs. Ye's identity.

All his love was given to another woman.

He came to her room to spend the night on the first and fifteenth day of the day, and stayed in that home every other time, happily and happily, what a touching love...

In the name of love, they trampled on her dignity and love with a gentle and guilty face.

How can a proud woman like Mrs. Ye tolerate such humiliation?

She recalled the past many years ago, her eyes were a little hazy, and one hand unconsciously stroked her abdomen.

That man hurt her like that, so she was unwilling to give birth to a child for him. She killed the baby with her own hands and did not give her any hope for her relationship. She was wholeheartedly just wanting to see her beloved son grow up, marry and be happy...

But all her hopes were destroyed by a woman who suddenly appeared.

"An Ran, am I really that scary?" Mrs. Ye was in a daze and suddenly asked such a strange question.

Ye Wushang had àirén back then, why did he hide it from her?

Her son is more important than being on guard against her, and she loves him so much.

If he had told everything about it back then, she wouldn't have done things so well...
Chapter completed!