Yang Ming’s heart finally quieted down; he had to face what was inevitable. He had indeed been avoiding things too much, and it was all his fault. If only he had treated her well, she and his younger brother wouldn’t have...
But, didn’t she really like him? It had only been a few days. Had she already taken a liking to his younger brother? A sense of jealousy inexplicably rose in his heart!
As Yang Ming thought this, he walked into the new house he shared with Xiaoxiao. As soon as he entered, he noticed that his room had changed.
A kitchen range had been added to the outer room, and his desk had been moved there. Everything was arranged very neatly.
Upon entering the room, he saw a writing desk decorated with floral fabric, which held brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone, along with unfinished copies of books. There was an exquisitely crafted cabinet on the bed-platform, and a peculiar chair sat on the floor. The room was cleaned thoroughly.
The impression it gave was that the owner of the room was a person of great learning and taste. Was his wife really like this?
His wife was sleeping on the bed-platform, her back to him. He sat down beside the bed-platform, thinking that since he was destined to spend his life with her, he might as well make it good, treat her well. He wondered if it was still possible!
Xiaoxiao was woken by hunger, and she vaguely saw a man watching her. It had beco dark, and the room had also darkened, so she couldn’t see clearly.
She had been vomiting all day and had no energy left to get up and thrash him.
"You’re awake?"
Seeing that his wife was awake, Yang Ming quickly lit the candle on the table.
The room brightened in that mont.
"Why is it you!"
"Why is it you!"
Both exclaid at the sa ti!
"..."
There was a long silence. They were in different fras of mind.
Yang Ming: How could the woman Chu Lian liked be in his house?
Xiaoxiao: Isn’t this the guy that bumped into her on the street? Why is he in her house?
"I’m Yang Ming." It was finally Yang Ming who broke the silence!
As soon as Xiaoxiao realized it was her nominal husband, her goodwill imdiately vanished, even dropping into the negatives.
"Oh, I’m Zhong Xiaoxiao."
Yang Ming never imagined that the woman who had smiled at him, the one who penned beautiful characters and composed fine poetry, wrote couplets on the streets, and made those peculiar snacks, was actually his wife. He realized he had let go of a raw gem – he had pushed his wife towards his younger brother, and now she was pregnant with his brother’s child. He was so regretful!
As he was thinking this, he saw Xiaoxiao weakly rise and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I haven’t eaten all day, going out to get sothing."
Xiaoxiao was truly hungry, and she didn’t want to stay in the sa room with Yang Ming; this was an opportunity for her to leave as well.
"I’ll go." Yang Ming said, and then left the room.
"..."
What did this nominal husband suddenly coming back an? Could it possibly be because she was pregnant? Coming back to take responsibility? She didn’t care for that, okay!
Soon Yang Ming brought in so food and asked Xiaoxiao to eat while he went out to warm up the bed-platform for her!
Xiaoxiao, having vomited all day, felt very uncomfortable in her stomach and only managed to eat a little. After eating, she lay down again.
But she noticed that after Yang Ming had finished warming the bed-platform, he didn’t leave but entered the room again.
"Why haven’t you left?" With no other option, Xiaoxiao had to ask.
"I’m not leaving anymore!"
"..."
Xiaoxiao was instantly bewildered. What did he an by not leaving anymore? Was he planning to stay and make a good life with her? She didn’t need that, okay! Although he was the father of the child, a loveless marriage was not sothing Zhong Xiaoxiao could accept. She wanted to marry for love!
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