Feeling frustrated, I casually found an excuse. “Father gave me the jade tablet and gold proclamation today. Thank you.”
Discussing this on the bed seemed quite inappropriate.
Sure enough, he laughed, his tone unreadable. “Just because of those few pieces of paper, you want to bear a child for me? This doesn’t sound like you.”
“No, father said—” I swallowed, trying to remember his father’s words. “He said they’re waiting to hold a grandchild—”
He didn’t speak. I suddenly had an ominous feeling.
Indeed, his hand holding my shoulder grew tighter, digging into my flesh. I was in some pain but didn’t dare to make a sound.
“Xiao Yao, you’re still the same as before,” his tone turned cold, hiding anger. “Heartless, heartless! What is your heart made of? You’re so compliant with a word from your parents, but what about me? Have you ever treated me like a husband?”
His words were contradictory, disconnected, very unlike his usually meticulous thinking, clearly showing he was truly angry. I didn’t expect this sentence would affect him so deeply. Just as I was about to explain, he suddenly got up and left, sweeping his sleeve.
The surroundings suddenly became very cold. I sighed, pulled the cotton quilt over and curled up.
This was how we got along. Every time we seemed to be approaching a harmonious atmosphere, some discordant elements would always emerge to destroy the mood.
He had a knot in his heart, one I had tied myself. When I tied it, I never thought this knot would one day become my own problem.
After I turned thirteen, I began painting beauties for the Shai Yue Studio, and once I started, I couldn’t stop. It became my career. Behind these beauties were always numerous pursuers. Most beauties maintained an aloof and dignified appearance on the surface, but in reality, they moved freely among these pursuers, enjoying fleeting romances.
And these pursuers were mostly like wandering bees and butterflies, many simultaneously chasing multiple targets.
