Chapter 462 Shouldn’t Ting Hua Be the Most Uncomfortable?

Chapter 462: Shouldn't Ting Hua Be the One Having the Hardest Time?

Seeing that Wu Yanhua took it so well, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

While the two were eating, Wu Yanhua kept piling food on Lan Ruolin's plate, making her pretty uncomfortable.

After putting down her chopsticks, Wu Yanhua turned her gaze to Fu Tinghua and said, "Ting Hua, from now on, you won’t just have me as your mother—you’ll have another mother as well. This is a good thing, and you don’t need to feel too much pressure. We’re all one family from now on."

Her words made it clear that she had accepted Lan Ruolin and understood that Fu Tinghua was unlikely to return to the Gu family.

After all, how could someone who had denied his own son from the moment he was born ever come back for Fu Tinghua?

This was for the best. How could she let a family like the Gu get their hands on the child she had worked so hard to raise?

What did it matter if they were a wealthy family? Her youngest son was so capable—she refused to believe they could just snatch him away.

Fu Tinghua looked at Wu Yanhua, then at Lan Ruolin, before standing up and bowing deeply three times to each of them.

"In the future, I will honor and care for both of you. You are both my mothers, both precious to me."

It was the first time Wu Yanhua had seen her son so serious and tense. She realized that her earlier actions had unintentionally hurt him, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

That’s right—shouldn’t Ting Hua be the one having the hardest time?

His closest family members weren't related to him by blood.

His biological mother had had such a difficult life, all because she had lost him.

And his biological father had rejected him even before he was born.

How could such an outstanding son have such a tragic fate?

The thought of it made Wu Yanhua break down sobbing.

Her outburst, of course, threw the Fu family into disarray again.

"Oh dear, what’s wrong now? Isn’t everything fine?" Fu Dajun rushed over to Wu Yanhua, speaking anxiously.

"Fine? How is it fine? Why does my son have to suffer so much?" As she spoke, Wu Yanhua walked over to Fu Tinghua, pulling him closer to look him over carefully.

"I’ve raised my son so well. If that bastard dares come to claim you, I’ll tear him apart."

It was as if she had returned to her feisty days in the village when people said Fu Tinghua didn’t look like he belonged to the Fu family—ready for a fight.

Watching Wu Yanhua like this, Lan Ruolin felt that if Gu Yanzhi ever showed up, he would undoubtedly be torn to shreds by her.

She herself had been too weak, taught only the ways of a traditional woman—how to please her husband.

But reality had proven that learning those things was useless.

Besides, Lan Ruolin had never once yielded to Gu Yanzhi.

Although she appeared fragile and helpless on the surface, she was actually tough as nails underneath.

If only she could have softened toward Gu Yanzhi—

At that thought, Lan Ruolin quickly pushed the idea out of her mind.

She turned her gaze back to Wu Yanhua and Fu Dajun, a hint of envy in her eyes.

This couple’s relationship was something she had once dreamed of.

Even if she couldn't have such a relationship, she had hoped that at the very least, her husband would be faithful to her and only her for life.

But—she couldn’t even have that basic wish.

Just then, she suddenly felt both her left and right hands being held.

Aunt Lan looked down and saw Zai Zai and Niu Niu, each holding one of her hands.

When she lifted her gaze, she saw Su He standing not far away, smiling at her.

That’s right, why dwell on that man? She still had her son and daughter-in-law, her grandson and granddaughter.

Still—it meant her life had not been in vain.

By the time everyone finished lunch, it was almost two o’clock.

This lunch had really dragged on.

Su He and Fu Tinghua were also taking the children and Aunt Lan back to their own home.

Seeing that their part of the family had been set up separately, Aunt Lan felt a bit puzzled but didn’t ask any questions.

They got into the car and planned to drive to the place over there.

"Mom, don't forget—the whole family's coming over to my place for dinner tonight," Su He said to Wu Yanhua, who stood watching them get into the car as the engine started.

"Alright, Miss Lan, you go ahead with Su He and the others. I’ll come find you later to chat," Wu Yanhua, now that she'd made peace with things, was being especially kind to Aunt Lan.

She was truly a reasonable person; otherwise, she wouldn’t have raised the Fu family children so well.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you," Aunt Lan quickly replied.

"Alright, off you go. The children need their nap," Wu Yanhua urged.

She wasn’t wrong—Niu Niu was already dozing off in Su He’s arms.

"Go on, it’s cold outside. They shouldn’t fall asleep out here, or they could catch cold," Fu Dajun also urged.

Seeing this, Fu Tinghua didn’t wait around any longer and drove back to the house he shared with Su He at the end of the village.

Lan Ruolin thought the Fu family’s situation was bad enough, but when the car stopped in front of Su He’s house in Shangyao Village, she could hardly believe her son and daughter-in-law lived in such a place.

Was this really not an unsafe structure?

Seeing Aunt Lan’s shocked expression, Su He couldn’t help but say, "Mom, don’t judge from the outside—it looks rundown, but the inside is actually perfectly fine. And these mud houses stay nice and warm in winter."

She remembered how devastated she had been when she first got here and saw this house.

But now, having gotten used to it, she actually found it pretty comfortable.

Aunt Lan opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately remained silent. She nodded and followed Su He and Fu Tinghua inside.

Su He was right—though the mud house appeared shabby on the outside, the interior was clean and tidy.

And she was also right about the warmth—the living room felt even warmer than it was at the Fu family's place.

"Mom, can you hold Niu Niu for a bit? Ting Hua and I will put fresh sheets on the beds. We haven’t been back in a while, so the old ones aren’t fit for sleeping on."

Su He said, handing the sleeping Niu Niu to Aunt Lan.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Lan quickly took her granddaughter into her arms.

Niu Niu, not used to being held by someone else, squirmed restlessly in Aunt Lan's embrace until she found a comfortable position, then dozed off again.

Seeing how adorable her granddaughter was, Aunt Lan's heart just melted.

Once they entered the room, Su He pulled Fu Tinghua further inside and whispered, "Why haven’t you been talking to Mom?"

Afraid that Fu Tinghua might not know whom she was referring to, she added, "I mean Aunt Lan."

Fu Tinghua gave a long look to Su He, frowned, and said, "I feel like I failed her."