After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage Chapter 914: Good Relationship, Every Night is a Wedding Nig

Chapter 914: Chapter 914: Good Relationship, Every Night is a Wedding Night

“Tonight I went to see my mum, and today I took some photos of myself at your wedding venue. I showed them to her and talked to her as usual, and then she suddenly became very quiet.”

Shi Jun’s mother had gone mad and was living in a psychiatric sanatorium. Her condition had deteriorated and showed no signs of improvement.

“All these years, she’d never spoken to me normally, but tonight, it seemed like she suddenly recognized me and said…” Shi Jun paused, his emotions plicated, his throat feeling as though it was stuffed with cotton: “said, my Jun has grown up and started a family.”

As the best man, he had dressed meticulously, wearing a suit with a boutonniere, a smile on his face. The background of the photos, along with guests who inadvertently appeared in them, revealed the joyful atmosphere of the wedding.

His mother mistook him for the groom.

It seemed like her sanity returned momentarily when she saw the photo. She immersed herself in her thoughts, smiling tenderly and quietly at him in the picture.

In that moment, Shi Jun thought he saw his mother as she was many years ago, back when she was mentally sound, but if his very own son hadn’t been right in front of her, without receiving a single glance, Shi Jun might have believed she had recovered.

Ever since Mrs. Shi became ill, finding a cure for her had always been his wish, but for severe cases like his mother, the chances of recovery were extremely slim. So today, when Shi Jun saw a glimmer of hope, he immediately contacted Wen Yanqing.

The mechanisms of mental illness are too plex, which greatly limits the effectiveness of current treatments, but what if, just what if scholars from home and abroad have made progress in this area of research?

Zhai Zhenshan was his only chance.

Wen Yanqing knew how much Shi Jun cared for his mother, that feeling of losing a loved one; Wen Yanqing understood all too well after he wasn’t able, to take care of his mother, and she had already left him forever.

So Wen Yanqing always did his best to help Shi Jun by connecting him with the best psychiatrists, hoping that Mrs. Shi could keep her condition under control in the sanatorium.

“Your mother recognized you, that must be a sign of improvement,” Wen Yanqing reassured him. “I’ll give you the number, and I’ll also speak to Mr. Zhai on your behalf, so don’t be too anxious.”

“I can’t help but be anxious.” Shi Jun sighed helplessly: “My mother’s health has gotten much worse, she’s getting older…”

Shi Jun was afraid she wouldn’t last.

During his moments of despair, he even thought: “It’s not right for me to force this; my mum is enduring the torment of illness, perhaps she would be more at ease if I just gave up.”

“But if you don’t make every effort to find a way to treat her, wouldn’t you spend the rest of your life in regret?” Wen Yanqing said. “Would your mother no longer suffer? She loves you just as much, and deep down, she’s always thinking about you. That’s why, seeing you ‘getting married’, she thought of you.”

Shi Jun covered his eyes with his hands.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, “Thank you, and sorry, did I disturb your wedding night?”

Wen Yanqing replied, “When the love is strong, every night is a wedding night.”

Shi Jun almost couldn’t continue being sad.

He just wanted to shout “Damn it.”

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yanqing came in from the balcony and found Lin Gantang had already fallen asleep.

He gently lay beside her, softly stroking the top of her hair.

Her thick, smooth strands of hair slipped through his fingers, and Wen Yanqing pulled her into his arms, listening to her gentle breathing, kissing her with utmost care and gentleness.

Pregnancy is exhausting, and Wen Yanqing couldn’t bear to cause her any distress.