28 I am the father

When Mo Tang find out the woman was Yang Yan mothers, she was anxious. Some part of her wanted to please this woman and was not willing to make any wrong move or a tiny kink in the timeline or even say the wrong word because she might lose her relationship with Yang Yan. Over the past few months Yang Yan became like her younger brother, he would call her every single morning and night to be sure, Mo Tang and the baby were doing OK even when he was out of the country. Mo Tang never heard anyone who cares for her after her mother passes away, and somehow Yang Yan replaced that love she was seeking.

"Mom, why are you breathing heavy, and sweating…" asked Yang Yan

He could see his mother having a panic attack, and she was trying to catch her breath. Worry was written all over their faces.

"I ...I. Fine"

"Tell me, young lady, who is the father of your child?" Madam Yang said eventually, turning to face Mo Tang unblinking gaze toward her.

"I am the father, aunt…" Wei Lang said as he walks over to the bed and places his hand over Mo Tang shoulder.

Madam Yang blinked a few times in surprise as some of her worries faded away. But she kept that weird gaze on Mo Tang. It was more like she was trying to solve a hard puzzled

While Mo Tang and Wei Lang were lost into the familiar electricity arched into their life. Wei Lang could not help but look into Mo Tang eyes as he leans down. The electronic drumbeats of Mo Tang heart vibrated across her chest as she tries to evade her eyes contact with Wei Lang. But he was not willing to give her uncomplicated way out.

"Honey, I am not the father of your child?" he asked in baritone voice and his warm breath spread across her neck and faces. Instantly Mo Tang faces turn red, and she starts using her hand like a fan to cool herself.

"Yes," she replied as she tries to control her beating heart. Wei Lang finally realized that she was uncomfortable when he was very close to her. Her mind was all over the place.

He leans even closer as he inhales, and take all her scent into his nose...

"You change your perfume?" he asked as he moves away

"Yes, Can you go back to where you were standing before, I can not breath?" Mo Tang asked

Right now Mo Tang mind was in trouble, all the image of three months was playing in front of her eyes. As her heart races, and her body arch for his touch.

"Stop teasing the girl, and come over here…." Madam Yang said to Wei Lang after she felt sorry for Mo Tang

Wei Lang gave space to Mo Tang and walked and sat on the other end where he could see Mo Tang. He finally knew how to punish her as he smiles to himself.

"Now, where is your mother?" asked Madam Yang

"She died when I was eight years old?"

The moment Mo Tang said that tears flow down Madam Yang as she quickly wiped and went to hug Mo Tang.

Everyone was shocked, one thing they all knew was that Madam Yang was never an emotional person; she would beat and even starve her children if she had too.

That way they are all scared of her, including Wei Lang. She abused them psychologically when they were young, and now they are all scared of her and obey her order like a queen. But now seeing her like these they could not believe.

"Poor child. Who will teach you how to breastfeed your child… do not worry, I always wanted to have a daughter, and since this idiot considers you as his sister, why not call me mother…. OK, from now onward you are only allowed to call me mum. That is an order?" She said as she rubs Mo Tang hair.

Mo Tang's eyes turned red as she tried to suppress her emotion."Stupid pregnancy for making me cry baby," she thought to herself as she bites her lips and nods her head.