Thinking of this, Xu Wan lost her appetite and put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Qiao Mo seed worried, "Mom, why are you eating so little? Have so more."
"It’s fine, I’m not really hungry. I’m happy just watching you eat. But you really should take care of your health, otherwise how will you be a mother in the future?"
Qiao Mo didn’t respond, and Fu Nancheng, who was beside her, said in a deep voice, "Mom, don’t worry, I’ll make sure Xiao Mo takes good care of her health when we go back."
Qiao Mo shot him a disdainful look—That’s her mom, why was he calling her Mom!
But as she thought about it, she rembered that Fu Nancheng had lost his mother at a young age, so Qiao Mo fell silent, saying nothing.
She knew Xu Wan’s heartache was probably related to her.
For over twenty years, she had been searching for her, and now she was worried about her health, her relationship with Fu Nancheng, and her future.
Qiao Mo remained silent, her eyes slightly misty.
Sotis she couldn’t help but think that perhaps for Xu Wan’s sake, she should strive to live a better life.
But in the end, it was still difficult for her to let go.
After the al, they all headed to the hospital together.
Qin Zhaoran first drew blood from Fu Nancheng, then conducted a comprehensive examination on Qiao Mo.
For the first ti, Qiao Mo felt like a national treasure, with Fu Nancheng, Qin Zhaoran, Xu Wan, Li Muqing, and Li Qingcheng all surrounding her the entire ti, wherever she went. Even Chenchen was no exception.
As a result, many people looked over frequently along the way, causing Qiao Mo to blush.
By the ti they were heading ho, the sky was already dark.
After a thousand reassurances, Xu Wan again reminded Fu Nancheng, "Make sure to remind her to take her dicine, three tis a day, don’t forget."
"Don’t worry, Mom."
"Okay... Plus, if Xiao Mo has been through a lot, if things aren’t going well... take a bit more care with her."
"I will."
Qiao Mo stood aside holding Chenchen, listening to Xu Wan and Fu Nancheng talk, but remained silent.
The results from the day’s check-up were a large bag full of traditional Chinese dicine, and even though the bag wasn’t opened, she could sll the unpleasant scent in the car.
From the rearview mirror, she watched Xu Wan and Li Muqing’s figures and waved to them.
In the afternoon, Xu Wan had ntioned wanting her to change back to the surna Li.
However, she didn’t agree.
They are her parents and do indeed love her. But it was Qiao Dehou who raised her to adulthood.
Because of her, he lost another daughter. She didn’t want him to lose her too.
So she chose to keep the surna Qiao and continue being called Qiao Mo.
Fortunately, Xu Wan and Li Muqing are understanding people, not forcing her to do anything.
More than an hour later, Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng returned to Nanshan Villa.
Chenchen stayed at Xu Wan’s house, planning to stay for a few days.
Qiao Mo didn’t object, as Chenchen did lack relatives growing up.
After arriving ho, Qiao Mo erged from the shower and was greeted by the strong sll of herbal dicine, the bitterness lingering even in the air.
She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose and look towards his desk.
A bowl of deep brown liquid in a white bowl, looking unappealing.
Fu Nancheng looked up at her and spoke gently, "Co drink your dicine."
Qiao Mo frowned, ignoring him, and climbed into bed to play with her phone.
Fu Nancheng got up, approached the bed, and took the phone from her hand, "Drink your dicine first, then you can play."
"I don’t want to."
"Listen to ."
"If you want it, you drink it." Qiao Mo grumbled.
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