Qiao Mo was silent. Indeed, she hadn’t seen Qiao Dehou, Xie Qinghuan, or her mother... Xu Wan since she ca back.
"There’s no need for the wedding banquet. I’ll find ti to visit them in the next few days."
"Then let’s invite everyone out for a al..."
He insisted, but Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said indifferently, unwilling to waste her thoughts on such matters with him: "Whatever you want."
"Let’s set it for three days later. I’ll accompany you to see Qiao Dehou and Xu Wan if I have ti in the next two days."
Qiao Mo closed her eyes without speaking, pretending to have fallen asleep.
Late at night, the two gradually fell asleep.
But Qiao Mo did not sleep well.
She had a dream, dreaming of the car accident that happened over a decade ago, the scattered bodies all over the ground caused by her.
She still couldn’t recall the events of that year, yet again she was drowning along with the car.
She frantically pounded on the thick car window, but the car showed no response.
Trapped inside, more and more water poured in, her eyes, nose, and mouth filled with river water, her hair ssily floating in front of her face.
The suffocating pressure, as if a heavy stone was pressing against her chest, made it hard to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, ti seed to revert to three years ago.
She stood in the middle of the road, her belly swollen, when suddenly a car rushed at her, Shi Liu shoved her out of the way, but another vehicle quickly erged...
Blood... thick, sticky blood flowed down her thigh.
The noisy sounds surrounded her, yet his indifferent back turned away.
"No... No! The child... my child!"
Qiao Mo awoke drenched in cold sweat, shooting up from the bed.
Sitting up, she was t by a pair of deep, dark eyes. He turned on the bedside lamp, gently patting her back: "It’s okay... it’s okay..."
Qiao Mo’s hair was wet with sweat, strands sticking to her face.
Fu Nancheng turned and poured a cup of warm water for her.
Qiao Mo finally ca back to her senses, looking at the cup handed to her, and pushed it away!
’Crash!’
Unprepared, the cup shattered on the ground, pieces scattering everywhere.
He watched her, lost in thought.
Qiao Mo avoided his gaze, her eyes bloodshot, and she turned to run out of the bedroom. Alone, she wrapped herself in a blanket, curled up on the sofa in the living room, silently.
She had dread of her child again... dread of that day.
All these years, that scene was an unshakeable nightmare, constantly reminding her of his cruelty, and her own failure as a mother.
She actually knew he had his struggles, but understanding and acceptance are two different things.
Moreover, thinking of that child made it impossible for her to return to what they once had.
It seed as if only by both suffering and tornting each other could they offer any tribute to that child.
...
Fu Nancheng smoked in the bedroom, lighting one cigarette after another.
The next morning, Qiao Mo took care of Chenchen as usual, and after Fu Nancheng had dropped him off at kindergarten, he drove Qiao Mo to her office.
The entire way, Qiao Mo did not say a word.
Until that evening after work, he still couldn’t catch her at the company entrance.
Near seven o’clock, Fu Nancheng dialed her phone.
At that mont, Qiao Mo was at a dance party, which on the surface was a birthday banquet, but her real intention was for a man.
And this man happened to be another goal of hers since she returned to the country.
Looking at the phone, Qiao Mo directly hung up the call.
Wearing a light blue long dress, she moved through the crowd, searching for that familiar figure.
Shortly after, Lu Yiming appeared in a formal suit, and Qiao Mo loosely took his arm, frowning as she asked: "Didn’t he co?"
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