Although he had persuaded Jin Yu to bring Chen Bi back, he wanted to ask Chen Bi if he had a heart when he killed his wife during her happiest moment.
Chen Bi was slightly shocked. Did Yun Mei know about his and his wife’s story?
Finally, Chen Bi left in a daze, panicked and focused only on the Su family and Mu Xi, without considering those who followed her.
Yun Mei watched Chen Bi’s dejected back and said, “What are you thinking about? Forget those unhappy things from the past. Isn’t it better to live well together?” She knew Chen Bi had suffered a lot over the years. If it were him, being touched by someone other than his wife would make him wish he were dead.
Chen Bi looked back at Yun Mei and smiled faintly, grateful for her comfort.
When Chen Bi asked Ning Xi, he found Ning Xi lounging in a chair, coddling his two-year-old daughter. Ning Xi took Chen Bi’s words to heart, saying casually, “If it were me, I would tell the wife and solve it together, then look at her decision.”
Ning Xi then showed a serious expression, “Chen Bi, don’t dwell on the past. Now we live peacefully by the wife’s side. You are also pregnant. In another month or two, your belly will be showing. In the future, take good care of yourself and give birth to children for the wife. This is what’s best for her.”
Chen Bi looked lost, hand covering her flat belly. Is taking good care of herself and the baby truly the best for the wife? Did she not care about past glories? He didn’t know what was most important to her.
When Chen Bi finally asked Jin Yu, Jin Yu smiled softly, inviting him to watch the sunrise. Some people spend their lives in brutal battles, some within palace walls, and others travel freely, but she only sought small warmth and joys in a plain life. These happinesses must be shared with important people.
“As long as you and the children are well, I am well.”
Author’s note: Continued update has arrived! Please scatter flowers, and I will keep writing extras!
I have five daddies. The smallest daddy gave birth to me, but I was born as the eldest son. I go door to door with my younger siblings to collect good things. Although Heng Manager says I’m not suitable for martial arts and my homework is lacking, all my daddies and mother are very good to me.
Heng Manager’s husband is famous in the mansion. I heard she learned midwifery and personally delivered the baby when Hua Yan painted a beautiful woman. I looked at the dirty Heng Xiao beside me and thought, no wonder he’s dirty—he was delivered by that scary Heng Manager.
Hengguan treated Uncle Xu well, knowing it would make Huayan Meiren happy. When she was happy, she often embraced her husband and closed the door to do private matters. I decided to bribe Huayan Meiren with some treasured items from my father, hoping it would make Hengguan less strict with me.
Huayan Meiren had a daughter slightly younger than me. She always had a runny nose and followed me around. When I ran, she chased me; when I stopped, she sat down and cried. When I went to comfort her, she would smile and say, “Yuer is the prettiest. When I grow up, I will marry Yuer.”
I told myself that I did not want to marry her. Although I liked Huayan Meiren, Hengguan was intimidating, constantly making me learn qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I didn’t want to be her daughter-in-law but couldn’t express this out loud, not out of fear of Hengguan, but because I worried Xiaomo would cry, and I would have to comfort her.
Seeing a familiar embroidered handkerchief in Xiaomo’s hand, I snatched it away and angrily asked, “How did this end up with you? Did you steal this from your father?”
Xiaomo’s eyes were teary and scared, and she shrank her shoulders. “Father said you gave this to me.”
“En,” she nodded. “There are many more in the room.”
I was furious. These were things I had given to Huayan Meiren, not her. I glared, realizing that Hengguan was still strict with me, and the bribery had failed because of Xiaomo.
Seeing me silent, Xiaomo suddenly lay on top of me and licked my face. I pushed her away, “What are you doing? It’s disgusting.”
She replied, “If Yuer has my mark, then you belong to me, and no one can take you from me…”
I straightened my clothes, which my little father had made for me and which I had worn for the first time today. I didn’t want her to ruin them again. I gave her a dissatisfied look.
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
This continued until she started crying. I covered my ears, not wanting to marry someone younger and have to play with her every day.
She cried, “Mother said that if someone has her mark, they belong to her. Now you have my mark… so you are my person…”
I couldn’t stand it anymore and said angrily, “Fine, then I am. Just wipe your nose first.”
She suddenly laughed and moved closer to me. I became alert and tried to retreat, but it was too late. She wiped her runny nose on my clothes, making them sticky. I was furious. I was not a rag! I pushed her down and lay on top of her, wanting to hit her, but she was not fighting back.
“Why aren’t you resisting?” I asked. I knew my strength was not as great as hers; although she was younger, she already knew some martial arts. She replied with a hint of doting, “No matter how Yuer bullies me, I will never resist…”
“Who’s bullying you?” I was displeased, as it felt like I was picking on her, when clearly she was always ‘bullying’ me. I thought that if she couldn’t get married in the future, she would find me.
Xiaomo seemed not to hear my words. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her small, chubby, dirty hands, saying, “I like Yuer bullying me…” I mourned the fact that my clothes were about to be ruined. Suddenly realizing I was still lying on top of her, I quickly got up, but she pulled me back down and hugged me, giggling, “I only let Yuer bully me. In the future, you will become my Yuer beauty.”
At that moment, I considered becoming her cherished Yuer beauty, drawing parallels with Hengguan and Huayan Meiren or my mother’s affection for my father. I glanced at Xiaomo, who was licking my little finger, her runny nose on my hand. I felt itchy all over and quickly climbed off her. I no longer wanted to be her Yuer beauty; it was too dirty.
Looking at the unkempt Xiaomo, I doubted, “You definitely were not born to Huayan Meiren.” Hengguan was strict yet elegant, and Huayan Meiren was even more so. How could such parents produce someone like Xiaomo?
She looked at me pitifully, her eyes welling up with tears, “Hearing you say that makes me feel the same. Otherwise, why do you like my father but not me?”
Helpless, I avoided her question about her father, replying simply, “Outside.”
Suddenly, she stood up and said, “I’m going to find my father. Once I find him, you will like me.”
Xiaomo disappeared, and I felt a deep sadness. How could she just vanish? She had promised to make me her Yuer beauty. I lay glumly on my small bed, convinced she would return, as she always did when I was hungry.
I saw Xiaomo again half a day later. Hungry, I had the servant bring food, but I told them to take it away. If she didn’t come, I wouldn’t eat.
When the servant told me they found Xiao Mo, I hurriedly asked him to carry me to see her.
From a distance, I saw her in the arms of Hua Yan, a beautiful woman, crying, “Let me go, I want to find my daddy!”
Heng’s steward’s face darkened. When he looked at me, I shrank my shoulders. It wasn’t my fault; it’s not my problem if his daughter isn’t well-behaved.
The servant urged, “Young master hasn’t eaten anything all morning. Come back and have something to eat now.”
Hearing this, Xiao Mo immediately wanted to come out, stretching her small hand towards me, “Yu’er isn’t hungry at all… Daddy can make many delicious things, I’ll eat with Yu’er…”
