Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 57 This love, sealed away for 28 years, was received.

Fu Siyue shook his head in fear and grief, then abruptly pushed Jiang Liwu away, "No..."

He clutched his head, sinking into the mire, trapped in hell, "I killed my mother, my mother hated me, my mother hated me."

Jiang Liwu quickly stepped forward and tightly covered his ears, saying anxiously, "Don't listen to those words, they're not true, Fu Siyue, Xiaoyue, calm down."

"No one could have predicted this outcome, and it's definitely not your fault."

Under Jiang Liwu's comforting calls, Fu Siyue's vision cleared, and he saw Jiang Liwu's anxious and nervous face.

Fu Siyue burst into tears, crying, "Stepmother, Stepmother."

"It's me, it's alright." Jiang Liwu hugged Fu Siyue's neck, and as Fu Siyue collapsed to his knees, Jiang Liwu knelt down as well. She gently stroked the back of Fu Siyue's head. "It's all in the past, Xiaoyue, don't take on responsibilities that aren't yours." Jiang Liwu thought that Fu Siyue had taken her words to heart, so she left with peace of mind. She didn't expect that he still hadn't been able to truly get over what happened with his mother.

And because of her departure, her condition worsened.

Fu Siyue's tears soaked Jiang Liwu's clothes on his shoulders. He hunched over, trembling, and choked out, "It's my fault. My mother has always hated me."

“No, she loves you.” Jiang Liwu wiped away Fu Siyue’s tears and said with absolute certainty.

Fu Siyue was stunned, his eyes widened, but he quickly shook his head.

Jiang Liwu gripped his shoulders tightly. "Xiao Yue, why do you listen to what others say? You should listen to what your mother says. Your mother loves you. In this world, the person she loves most is you."

“But how can I listen to my mother say that I have never met her and that I lost her forever the day she gave birth to me?” Fu Siyue lowered his head, his eyes filled with gloom and despair, taking Jiang Liwu’s words as an attempt to comfort and coax him.

He didn't want Jiang Liwu to worry.

"Come with me." Jiang Liwu stood up and pulled Fu Siyue up. Fu Siyue didn't know what Jiang Liwu was going to do or where she was going to take him, but he obediently followed behind Jiang Liwu.

It wasn't until Jiang Liwu went up to the fifth floor that he realized what was happening and immediately backed down.

"Come in with me." Jiang Liwu's gaze was firm, leaving no room for Fu Siyue to evade.

Fu Siyue's voice was low, hoarse, and pained, "My mother doesn't want to see me."

"So you've rarely set foot here in the past twenty years, and you've never seen your mother's belongings, is that right?"

Fu Siyue remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

Jiang Liwu sighed, "My little Yue, what can I say? These keepsakes that I fought for for you twenty years ago were meant for you to open and look at someday. They are not punishment or shackles that bind you; they are what your mother wanted to tell you." The keepsakes were taken from Fu's father.

Fu Siyue looked up abruptly, somewhat incredulous. "Inside... there's something my mother left for me, something she wanted to say to me?"

Jiang Liwu nodded, and this time when she pulled Fu Siyue inside again, Fu Siyue did not resist.

Jiang Liwu led him to the old mahogany cabinet and said to him, "Open it."

Fu Siyue glanced at Jiang Liwu, then at the dusty cabinet, and hesitated greatly. "Stepmother, I..."

"Open it and take a look."

Fu Siyue reached out towards the cabinet, his long, thick hand trembling slightly. He gripped the handle tightly, then turned his head, closed his eyes, and opened the cabinet.

He wasn't mentally prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have never seen his mother's belongings from childhood to adulthood.

Until his peripheral vision caught sight of a small baby bottle in the cabinet, he froze, staring at all the relics within his sight, and then became stunned.

Pacifiers, cups, spoons, bowls, towels, mobiles, toys, clothes, shoes, socks, hats, and everything else for babies and children are piled up in the cabinet, seemingly about to overflow.

Especially the small clothes worn on the body, you can tell at a glance that they are hand-knitted, made stitch by stitch.

Fu Siyue could almost see his mother quietly knitting small clothes, a gentle smile on her face, her eyes filled with an expectation and happiness that could drown a person.

He made playful movements from her swollen belly, so his mother stopped what she was doing, gently patted him, and sang a nice song.

Fu Siyue opened his mouth but couldn't speak. He reached out and picked up a small piece of clothing. The touch of it was as soft as a cloud, and it was still so warm even after more than twenty years.

The moisture in his eyes, like an unstoppable dam, instantly flowed down, meandering across his face.

Fu Siyue gripped his clothes tightly and buried his head in them. A bitter, aching pain surged up in his throat and spread throughout his body. He choked back sobs and broke down in tears.

Like a helpless child who has suffered all kinds of grievances, she threw herself into her mother's arms for comfort.

Jiang Liwu gently patted his shoulder, silently comforting him.

Fu Siyue was unable to recover for a long time, because he knew that what he saw was proof of his mother's love for him.

Every item inside was carefully selected and lovingly woven by Fu's mother.

It took him a full twenty-eight years to receive his mother's love.

"If none of this is enough to convince you of her love for you, here is her diary, written for you word by word, stroke by stroke."

Upon hearing this, Fu Siyue finally raised his head, his face streaked with tears and looking disheveled. This time, he couldn't wait to open his diary.

On the first page, I'm someone who doesn't like writing in a diary, because writing in a diary means you have secrets. But since they're secrets, it's better to keep them in your heart rather than record them in writing. But today, I sat down at my desk with great enthusiasm, feeling that I should write something. I looked out the window at the bright sunshine, the blue sky and white clouds, at the two birds perched on the branches, chirping sweetly, and at the lilies on the table covered in dew. I took a deep breath of the world, and wow, everything was so beautiful and lovely. I realized that I really love this world.

Okay, actually what I wanted to say was that today I found out I'm pregnant with a little life!

Oh my god, I'm so excited, I don't know what to say, I'm practically incoherent.

The little one is only the size of a bean now, so tiny. I even found a bean to look at. It's hard to imagine that in nine months, this little bean will become a living, breathing baby with a nose, eyes, eyebrows, and a mouth that I can hold in my palms. It's amazing.

I couldn't help but marvel at how incredible life is.

The thought of my future little one calling me "Mommy" after she starts babbling fills my heart with joy.