The CEO’s Dancing Wife – Part Two

Fu Xiaotang remembered how, during her pregnancy, Fang Junxie would describe the blissful scenes of their daughter’s life after birth on every precious phone call (who knows how he was so certain it would be a daughter), saying he would make her the happiest little princess, and then train a squad of warriors to fend off any boy trying to court his precious daughter. Every time she recalled these promises, Fu Xiaotang couldn’t help but smile, yet she also felt a bit resentful. Now, their daughter, who is already over four years old, is as adorable as a porcelain doll, but where is he? Not even a shadow of him! Four years ago, Fu Xiaotang might not have been sure about the feelings between Song Li and Fang Junxie, but as their daughter grew, her own heart became clearer. When she met Song Li recently, she was able to remain calm and composed, no longer feeling the intense love and hate she once did. Of course, Song Li was special to her—always has been, always will be—but aside from that, everything else seemed to slowly fade away. Fu Xiaotang believed that in a few years, these feelings would grow even fainter. She might think of him at specific moments, perhaps become momentarily lost in thought or feel a slight sadness or regret, just like anyone happily married occasionally reminisces about their first love or the joys and pains of youth. However, these thoughts would only linger for a moment before she turned back to her own life. Life must go on, and there are people right in front of her to care for. In contrast, her feelings for Fang Junxie were different; besides nearly 1500 days of longing, the most significant aspect was Xiao Min, whose existence made Fu Xiaotang fully accept her fate. There was no sense of compromise or resignation in her acceptance, but rather a single-minded conviction. She was the mother of his child, the most precious being in the world, with Fang Junxie’s blood flowing through her veins. She belonged to him, and he to her. Even if he were to appear ten or eight years later, this fact would remain unchanged. This recognition allowed Fu Xiaotang to live her life with stability, with a clever daughter, a job that matched her interests, and a powerful hope and expectation. Life, though imperfect, had its own flavor.