Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1560 - 1561: What One Dwells on by Day, One Dreams of by Night

Seeing Mother Qi's eyes about to well up again, Father Qi clicked his tongue and remarked, "Why are you shedding tears over this? It's really not a big issue."

Mother Qi dabbed at her eye with the back of her hand and scoffed, "You say that because you're not the one experiencing it. You had plenty of time with your grandson today, hugging Xiao Qi to your heart's content... Hmph, a contented stomach doesn't understand the pangs of hunger."

Father Qi suppressed a chuckle, deeming it inappropriate to laugh.

"In the entire day, I barely held him for five minutes before he started crying," Mother Qi lamented, feeling wronged once more. "You know, he let everyone else hold him. I observed it at dinner; even a complete stranger could hold him without him crying. But he won't let me. What could be the reason? Could it be..."

Her eyes widened with a hint of fear as she glanced around, a sense of unease and chill pervading her.

It's commonly believed that children possess the ability to perceive things that adults cannot. Mother Qi held this belief more strongly than anyone, especially after her own harrowing car accident.

"Didn't we go to the temple for a ritual not long ago?" Father Qi offered in comfort. "Let's just observe for the next few days and see how things unfold."

Mother Qi's head drooped with sadness.

Father Qi lit a cigarette and added, "I've cautioned you before about being so calculating. Your own actions have likely spoiled your good fortune. Now look at this? Even your grandson seems to shun you, leaving you distressed?"

"You're speaking nonsense. What kind of logic is that? My grandson is so perceptive; he understands my intentions?" Mother Qi retorted, unconvinced.

"Then you claim he sees things that we cannot?" Father Qi inquired.

Mother Qi was momentarily speechless, then mumbled, "In any case, that's impossible."

Father Qi regarded her with a half-smile, saying, "Do not forget, for every action, there is a heavenly observation."

Mother Qi froze, her face draining of color.

Sensing the old lady's distress, Father Qi relented. "Alright, don't dwell on it too much. As time passes, familiarity will grow. You also need to manage your temper. Don't be like your older sister, perpetually radiating negativity. Her demeanor is unpleasant to behold; it's as though she believes the world owes her something. Avoid actions that needlessly irritate people and attract animosity. Just get some sleep!"

Mother Qi was seething with anger but, with no other recourse, reluctantly went to bed.

Her sleep was plagued by continuous nightmares, replaying the scene of the car accident, with the old lady from her dream always beckoning to her.

Muttering, Mother Qi drowsily opened her eyes, only to find someone standing stiffly at the foot of the bed, staring at her, which caused her to shriek in terror.

Startled awake, Father Qi quickly flicked on the light, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Someone, there was someone, someone in the room," Mother Qi exclaimed, her face ashen, pointing towards the end of the bed.

The guesthouse room was not large. Father Qi scanned the area, but there was no one to be seen.

"You must have been dreaming, right?"

"No, there was definitely someone standing there," Mother Qi shivered. "Just standing at the foot of the bed, watching me."

Father Qi looked in the direction she pointed and indicated the clothes rack, with a pile of garments hanging on it. "You saw incorrectly; you mistook the clothes for a person."

Mother Qi mumbled, her lips pursing. Was it merely the clothes rack? Not a person?

"There's no one here; you were mistaken," Father Qi stated, pouring her a glass of water. "Drink some water and try to sleep again."

"I don't dare to sleep anymore. Talk to me!" Mother Qi said after drinking the water. "I dreamed about that old lady."

"Concerns of the day often manifest in dreams; you're simply overthinking and letting your imagination run wild," Father Qi replied, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Mother Qi remained silent. She resolved to seek a ritual, not for any particular gain, but simply for the sake of her own peace of mind.