[Modern] Mu Xiaoxiao and her grandmother had depended on each other since she was young. Her grandmother was an embroidery master and also knew medicine. As she grew up, Mu Xiaoxiao realized that her grandmother was different from other old people. She became more and more mysterious. When she was 17 years old, the apocalypse arrived. At the same time, her grandmother, who had grown up with her, disappeared. [Ancient Times] What was going on? Wasn't she dead? How did he end up in an unfamiliar dynasty and become an unborn baby? Since she was already here, she should take it as it was. Fortunately, her family was a top-notch aristocratic family and did not have to worry about food or clothing. Just like that, he became a disciple and learned skills, wandering the Jianghu. But how did immortals appear? [Cultivation Chapter] Stepping on the immortal path, I wonder where the road ahead is? In an accident, her soul traveled to the Underworld, only to find out that the legendary Meng Po was the grandmother who had taken care of her when she was growing up. Mu Xiaoxiao cried, thinking that she would never see her family again. When the layers of fog were peeled away, his background gradually surfaced. Oh my god! His mother was actually a tree, and his grandfather was a matchmaker, huh? Mu Xiaoxiao didn't understand…
The nurse used her hand to pat the baby's buttocks a few times.
"Wow!" The sound of a baby crying made the medical staff present heave a sigh of relief.
Outside the operating room, a haggard man in a suit with bloodshot eyes was waiting anxiously.
He could vaguely see the handsome and stylish hairstyle while he was waiting.
He held his head with both hands and was in a mess.
The man walked back and forth, stopping and walking. From time to time, he would look at the red light in the operating theater.
She kept praying in her heart to protect the mother and son.
He kept muttering.
"I usually don't believe in Buddhism or the Dao.
But now, as long as Mu 'er and the child were safe and sound.
Whether it was Buddha or Dao, it was fine.
I don't care. Even if you want me to die, I'm willing to exchange a life for a life.
Heavens, did you hear my plea?"
Perhaps the heavens had heard his words.
Suddenly, the closed surgical door was opened.
The man immediately ran forward.
The nurse was holding a newborn baby in her arms.
The man immediately went forward and asked anxiously.
"Nurse, nurse, how is my wife?
Was she alright?
When can I see her…"
Before he finished speaking.
The nurse gently placed the child in the man's arms and said.
"The child was successfully born, but the mother's condition is not optimistic.
Later, there will be medical staff to discuss with you.
If you think it's okay after you see it, remember to sign it.
We will try our best to save the pregnant woman."
After the nurse finished speaking, she turned around and entered the operating theater.
After the man heard the nurse's words, he looked at the closed door of the operating theater in a daze.
The red light on it stung the man's eyes.
The child in her arms was still wailing.
The man walked to the waiting area in a daze, his eyes lifeless.
Half a year later, at a famous cemetery in the suburbs.
A man in a black suit stood in front of a tombstone.
She was holding a cute baby in her arms. The baby was still sleeping soundly.
On the tombstone, it was written:
My beloved wife actually didn't have a name on the tablet.
A large bouquet of white roses was placed in front of the monument.
the man murmured.
"Mu 'er, I'm here to see you."
"Do you blame me for taking so long to come and see you?
You followed me and suffered, but you didn't complain at all.
In the end, they actually designed it this way.
I regret it. Did I do something wrong?
I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let go of that mother and son back then."
At this point, the man's eyes turned red.
"Mu 'er, don't worry. Once I'm done with everything, I'll go and accompany you."
The child in his arms seemed to have heard the man's whisper. She opened her sleepy eyes and babbled.
The child's voice pulled the man back from his thoughts.
Looking at the child in her arms, her frozen heart felt a hint of warmth.
The man whispered to the tombstone again.
"Mu 'er, look, this is our daughter.
I brought her to see you.
Look, her eyebrows, nose, and mouth are so much like yours."
The surroundings were silent.
At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky. There was not a single ray of sunlight, and light raindrops slowly fell.
The butler behind the man walked forward with an umbrella.
the butler said.
"Young Master, it's raining again.
I'm afraid that Young Lady will catch a cold and Furen will be worried."
Perhaps the butler's words moved the man.
The man finally came back to his senses and looked at the woman on the tombstone again.
He turned around and left.
Three months later, it was reported on the news.
The heir of the famous Zhou Group, Zhou Mingpeng, and his mother, Xu Ruoyan, had both passed away in a car accident.
The mysterious eldest young master, after managing the company for two months and deciding on the successor, Zhou Lihai, disappeared mysteriously.
Everyone was speculating about the whereabouts of the young master of the Zhou Corporation and why he suddenly appeared and disappeared.
Another month later, in a small village near the sea.
When the sky was just beginning to brighten, a man walked into the village and gently placed the sleeping baby in his arms at the door of the first house in the village.
The man placed a pendant in the baby's swaddling clothes and an envelope before turning around to leave.
Then, she heard the baby make a sound of "Dad". The man stopped and turned to look at the baby.
The child, who was originally sound asleep, had opened his eyes at some point in time. His round eyes were looking around, and his two small hands were still reaching out, as if he wanted someone to hug him.
The man hardened his heart, turned around, and walked toward the car door. He did not look at the child again. After getting into the car, he left quickly.
The baby on the ground seemed to have sensed his father's departure and began to cry loudly.
Just then, the door opened.
A white-haired old lady dressed in simple but clean clothes walked out.
She saw the child at the door.
She looked up at the empty and foggy outside and sighed before carrying the child into the house.
Strangely enough, the moment the old lady picked up the baby, the baby stopped crying.
He held the child in his arms and sat by the bed. He touched the child's swaddling clothes and found something. He reached out and took out the thing from the swaddling clothes.
It was a green jade pendant with the word "Wood" on it.
Apart from that, there was also a black and gold envelope. The golden patterns on the envelope showed the nobility of the owner of the envelope.
Behind the envelope was a divine Qilin. It stood on auspicious clouds and looked into the distance.
On the front of the envelope was written,"To Aunt Meng."
The four familiar words entered his eyes.
He opened it and saw a letter and a bank card inside.
The old lady opened the letter and saw that it said,
"Aunt Meng, I'm sorry. I can only entrust Mu 'er and my child to you in this way.
Mu 'er, she, ten months ago, because of my negligence, she was in a car accident. After she gave birth to the child, she lost a lot of blood and…she left.
It was all because of my negligence that I planted the root of the disaster and gave those two people the opportunity to attack. I really didn't have the face to face this child.
Although I took my revenge three months ago, the beauty has passed away, and my heart is dead."
"I really can't bear to see Mu 'er suffer alone in that cold underground world.
"But when I look at the child in my arms and see her eyes that are similar to Mu 'er's, her eyes are so clear."
"I don't want to leave such a young child to live alone in this world."
"So I decided to let this child go to the netherworld with me to find her mother.
"But every time I look at her innocent eyes, I, I really can't bring myself to do it."
"I know that Auntie Meng lives alone too. Let this child accompany Auntie Meng. It'll be fun."
"I don't want this child to be rich or noble. I just want this child to live safely and happily."
"Don't be like me, living like a marionette in this world."
"I hope this child can live like an ordinary person and no longer enter this seemingly prosperous but actually cold and heartless high school."
"There's a hundred thousand yuan transferred into this card every month. Take it as my filial piety and the child's food and clothing expenses."
"This money is enough for this child to live a carefree life."
"I know that Aunt Meng doesn't value these things, but I really don't have anything that can catch your eye."
"If this child asks about her background when she grows up, just tell her that her parents really love her."
"If she really wants to know who she is, then go to the Autumn Moon Manor. The answer she wants will be there."
"Aunt Meng, I've never experienced what it's like to be a parent. I didn't expect my child to be like this. I'm not a good father."
"Aunt Meng, take care of yourself. Take care."
"Qi Feng's Final Brushwork."
After the old lady finished reading, tears gradually flowed from her eyes.
"Sigh, what good children. Why is fate playing such a trick on us!"
Aunt Meng sighed softly. She wiped the tears in her eyes and looked at the baby in her arms.
"My poor little Nan Nan, since your father doesn't want you, your mother-in-law wants you."
"Since it was sent at dawn and you're so young, let's call you Xiaoxiao."
"We won't take your bad father's surname. Your mother's surname is Mu. Your name will be Mu Xiaoxiao."
"Oh, oh oh ~ Good Xiaoxiao, good Xiaoxiao. Grandma's Xiaoxiao. Do you like this name?"
Granny Meng was playing with the baby in her arms as she gently coaxed her.
The little girl opened her mouth and cried out as if she understood her mother-in-law's words. She was very satisfied with the name and echoed it.
Granny Meng looked at Mu Xiaoxiao's actions. The originally sad atmosphere gradually disappeared as the baby cried out.
In the house, the grandfather and grandson were happy and harmonious, but the situation in a black Mercedes-Benz speeding past a hundred miles away was completely different.
