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

Chapter 58 Never doubt sincerity, but sincerity is ever-changing.

I can guarantee that I would do anything for him.

I know even a tiny embryo has worries, but what I want to say is, baby, you weren't an accident, nor were you born out of a sense of responsibility. I absolutely, positively want to tell you loudly that you were born out of 100% love!!

I waited three long years to welcome you, my darling. Thank you for choosing me to be your mother.

On page eight, my personal doctor told me, "You're a little boy, baby. I think you'll love clothes with little pink flowers, won't you?!" Well, not only clothes with little flowers, but also pants, socks, gloves, and hats.

Page 19. The weather was perfect today. I was sunbathing in the yard, feeling drowsy, when I felt a movement in my belly. I immediately woke up and belatedly realized it was fetal movement. Oh my god, you're moving! I couldn't wait to feel the interaction with you again with my palm. This is not a dream.

Page 26, nausea, headache, vomiting, cramps, edema, stretch marks, they said these are things I would encounter and experience. Baby, you must have heard these words that day, right? Otherwise, why haven't I experienced any of these?

So you started loving me all along.

I love you too, I love you every day.

We'll meet soon.

Page 33, Honey, do you know Tai Chi or street dance? Okay, actually what I wanted to say is, you don't have to be so sensible. I think it must be my laziness that has influenced you. No, I need to rise up and stick to exercising.

On page 35, everyone who saw your picture praised you for being handsome and having an outstanding appearance. On the surface, I remained calm, but in reality, I was incredibly proud, thinking, "Of course! Don't you know whose darling you are?"

One day, my diary suddenly changed from having endless things to say every day to just short, scribbled words.

Fu Siyue kept flipping through the pages until he stopped at one point.

He ran his fingers over the seams of the diary and saw a few scraps of paper remaining, signs that the diary had been torn.

What exactly did Fu's mother write these past few days, and why did she tear it up?

Even if there are mistakes in the previous notes, they are only corrected and the whole page is not ruined.

Fu Siyue turned his inquisitive gaze to Jiang Liwu.

Jiang Liwu pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew exactly what Fu's mother had written, and she also knew that the paper was torn off by Fu's mother herself and had not been thrown away. It was originally tucked inside the diary. The reason Fu Siyue did not see those few pieces of paper was because they were in Fu's father's hands, and she had personally thrown them at Fu's father's face when she wanted her belongings back.

In fact, even if she hadn't told Fu Siyue, the contents of the diary would have been easy to guess, because the answer was right there in the diary.

Jiang Liwu lowered her dark eyelashes, and Fu Siyue had no choice but to continue reading.

This page still contained only a short sentence: “I never question sincerity.” Fu Siyue couldn’t help but read it aloud. He quickly realized something, his eyelashes trembled, his throat tightened uncomfortably, and his breathing became painful.

This was actually a sentence that Madam Fu hadn't finished writing. The second half she should have written was, "But true feelings are ever-changing."

Fu Siyue thought of his father's mistress and his illegitimate son, Fu Qinian, who was a year older than him. His fingers, holding the diary, tensed to the extreme, turning pale and bluish-white, with veins bulging.

He forced himself to suppress his anger and flipped through the pages, but the diary was already blank. Fu Siyue was unwilling to give up, and on the last page, he saw the words left by his mother, which were also the last sentence.

My dearest baby, you must remember that no matter what happens, Mommy loves you, loves you the most, and will always love you. I will always be with you, protect you, and never let you get hurt.

The paper was extremely wrinkled and uneven, with tear stains still remaining on it; Fu Siyue's tears had also fallen onto the old paper.

He hugged the diary tightly, rested his head on Jiang Liwu's shoulder, and once again his emotions collapsed and he lost control, his shoulders trembling so pitifully that it was heartbreaking.

Jiang Liwu silently hugged Fu Siyue back.

"She loves me very much. She has been looking forward to my birth. She counts down the days every day. She knows even the slightest change in me. She has prepared so many gifts for me..."

"She doesn't hate me..." She loves me so much, how could she possibly hate me?

At the beginning of the story, Fu Siyue should have been the happiest child in the world.

"Xiao Yue, cry, cry your heart out. After you're done crying, remember this: from now on, no one will be able to hurt you in this matter again."

Fu Siyue no longer suppressed the sobs in his throat, crying until his whole body was burning hot and sweating, like a lost child.

Jiang Liwu stroked his back gently, "She did hate, but she hated herself. She hated herself for not letting you be born into a happy family, she hated herself for breaking her promise and for not being able to accompany you as you grew up, and she hated her own death because she knew that those who remained in this world were the ones who suffered the most."

Fu's mother hated Fu's father. She didn't understand why someone who loved her so much had suddenly turned so rotten. In the final moments of facing death, Fu's mother was terrified. She was afraid of what would happen to her child, Fu Siyue, after she died. Fu's father had an illegitimate child and was not short of women outside. Would he still treat Fu Siyue well after his change of heart?

As it turned out, Fu's mother's fears and concerns were justified.

Indeed, Fu's father did not treat Fu Siyue well. From the moment Fu Siyue was born, he cowardly placed all the blame on Fu Siyue. He treated Fu Siyue with the most severe and harsh attitude. He hated Fu Siyue to cover up his own crimes. He was despicable and shameless, dirty and rotten, selfish and heartless.

He didn't suddenly rot away, nor did he rot away for just a day or two. It was just that those rotten, smelly corners went unnoticed, and Fu's father, in the name of love, blinded Fu's mother.

Mr. Fu was afraid to admit that the person who truly killed Mrs. Fu was himself. He had an affair with a mistress, had an illegitimate child behind Mrs. Fu's back, betrayed Mrs. Fu, and caused Mrs. Fu to suffer massive bleeding during childbirth, resulting in her receiving more than 10,000 milliliters of blood transfusions and having her blood replaced again and again.

Fu's mother had a strong will to live, otherwise she wouldn't have struggled for so long, but she still died with resentment in the end. She didn't even have time to look at Fu Siyue again, and she hadn't even held Fu Siyue in her arms yet.

After crying, Fu Siyue developed a high fever and fell into a drowsy state. He was still tightly clutching his diary and refused to let go, but this made it difficult for the family doctor to administer acupuncture.

The family doctor was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

It was only after Jiang Liwu repeatedly reassured Fu Siyue that he allowed her to keep the diary for him temporarily, and he gradually loosened his grip.