Are You Going To Be My Mother?

When Fang Ya returned to the house, she saw Shao Xiang looking at her with a smile.

Fang Ya's face was slightly red. She walked to the table, picked up a piece of clothing, and started sewing. Although Fang Ya was not good at cooking, she was very good at sewing clothes.

Over the years, although Tang Fu was rich, many of Tang Tang's clothes had been sewn by Fang Ya herself.

Shao Xiang looked at Fang Ya's appearance, then looked at the clothes in her hands, and then smiled. "That man looks good."

Fang Ya was stunned for a moment. She slowly nodded with a smile. "Yes! He's a good man."

"When do you plan to..." Shao Xiang hesitated for a moment and did not continue asking.

Fang Ya smiled, knowing what Shao Xiang wanted to ask, and only said lightly, "Let nature take its course."

Shao Xiang did not ask any more questions. She believed that this was Fang Ya's own matter. She definitely had her own plans.

Fang Ya calculated in her heart that He Feng should be facing promotion in the next one to two years. This was the most critical moment for him. She had to think of a way to help him.

It was late at night. Shao Xiang returned to her room to rest. Fang Ya took Tang Tang in to sleep in her room.

Seeing that Tang Tang was asleep, Fang Ya wanted to see if He Peng was sleeping well alone.

Recently, the weather had been unreasonably cold. He was sleeping alone in one of the side rooms. She had to look out for him.

Fang Ya had just walked out of the room when she saw a small figure sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard. Fang Ya was slightly surprised. She turned around, went into the room, took a piece of clothing and walked out.

She came to He Peng's side and gently put the clothes on his shoulders.

He Peng did not turn around. He asked, "Aunt Fang, is Ms. Fang your mother?"

When Fang Ya heard this, she did not hesitate. Instead, she shook her head and told him the truth. "Ms. Fang is my stepmother."

"Stepmother? Is that the wife that your father married after?" He Peng turned his head to look at Fang Ya and asked.

Fang Ya nodded and did not say anything.

"Is she good to you?" He Peng asked again.

This time, Fang Ya hesitated. She thought for a moment and then said, "She has been very good to her children. She cares for them very much and takes care of them very much."

Fang Ya avoided the main point and said softly.

He Peng did not catch the underlying meaning in Fang Ya's words.

"Does every mother treat their children very well?" He Peng raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

"I think so! Mothers love their children very much!" Fang ya replied seriously.

"But why doesn't my mother love me?" He Peng asked with some sorrow in his voice.

"It's not that your mother doesn't love you..." Fang Ya tried to find the words for a moment and said, "She just doesn't know how to love you."

He Peng looked at Fang Ya again. "Really?"

Fang Ya smiled and asked He Peng, "All these years, Daddy hasn't been by your side. Did your mother take care of you?"

He Peng thought for a moment before nodding his head heavily.

"But, why didn't mommy bring me along?" He Peng asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Perhaps, mommy feels that she has no way of taking care of you better," Fang Ya tried to come up with a reason.

She knew that this was definitely not the case. However, she could not lie to a child about his only hope for his mother.

He Peng grabbed Fang Ya's hand and asked, "Then... Mrs. Fang, are you willing to be my mother?"

He Peng's question stunned Fang Ya.

Then, she smiled and asked, "Do you want me to be your mother?"

"Yes!" He Peng said without hesitation.

Fang Ya reached out and gently stroked He Peng's hair, then said, "Maybe, one day..."

Hearing Fang Ya's words, He Peng did not know what she exactly meant, but he secretly hoped that day would come early.

Fang Ya gently pulled He Peng's small body into her arms.

He Peng leaned into Fang Ya's arms and gently sniffed Fang Ya's scent. "Mrs. Fang, you smell really good!"

"Really?" Fang ya asked with a smile.

"Mm! It's a mother's scent!" As He Peng said that, his eyelids slide shut.

Fang Ya smiled and took He Peng's hand, bringing him back to the room. He Peng obediently climbed onto the bed and let Fang Ya cover him.

Fang Ya sat at the head of He Peng's bed and gently patted his shoulder. "Sleep! You can leave after you fall asleep!"

He Peng listened to Fang Ya's words and quietly closed his eyes. Very quickly, he fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Ya looked at He Peng's sleeping figure and could not help but feel a pang in her heart. He Peng was only a ten-year-old child.

After encountering a family crisis, he had been able to remain so calm. It was really not something an ordinary child could do!