Shackled by the chains of a previous life...
Is rebirth really still aningful?
—— Chapter Epigraph
Xiaocao had just finished her tutoring class; it was already 5 p.m.
Naturally, she ran toward the living room downstairs, and, seeing that her sister wasn’t there, she headed for the bedroom. Seeing two servants guarding the doorway made her pause,
"Is my sister in there?"
She looked up and asked.
The servants nodded, but their expressions showed a certain embarrassnt.
"What’s wrong? Can’t I go in?"
She was good at reading people and guessed from their expressions.
"He only said not to let out, didn’t he say nobody could co in, right?"
One servant had yet to respond when, through the door, ca the voice of Xiao Hua.
The two servants no longer stopped her and opened the door for Xiaocao to enter.
"Leave the door open for so air."
Xiao Hua said as she walked in, leaning on Xiaocao’s shoulder, as the servants began to close the door.
"Sister... Brother Wen Nian won’t let you go out? Why?"
"He’s sick."
"..."
Xiao Hua sat down on the couch in the adjoining room, Xiaocao following closely behind, trembling...
"What’s the matter?"
"It seems like Brother Wen Nian upset you, but... why does it seem like you’re the one being punished?"
"That’s why I say he’s sick."
Xiao Hua casually turned on the TV, "How was your lesson today?"
"Great, Teacher Jin taught really well! Much better than the teachers at school." Xiaocao smiled.
"That’s good."
There was a knock on the door, and Housekeeper Wei entered, pushing a serving cart. Xiao Hua quickly stood up, "Uncle Wei..."
Wei Yuandong took a shallow breath, his face expressionless, as he pushed the cart into the adjoining room,
"Young Master Nian ordered this prepared; you’re weak now and need to take good care."
Hearing Wei Yuandong’s tone... it seed Brother Wen Nian had already told everything to Wei Yuandong.
"Black-bone chicken soup; knowing Young Master Tang was also here, I prepared two servings. You should avoid cold things these days. If you get sick now, it will be hard to cure later on."
"..."
Xiaocao blinked, not quite understanding what Uncle Wei was saying; he looked up at Xiao Hua.
"Thank you, Uncle Wei..."
"I know you and Young Master Nian are having a disagreent, but your body is your own. What needs to be eaten and supplented cannot be skipped."
"...Yes."
Wei Yuandong placed the soup bowl on the table along with so arranged fruit and vegetable platters.
"Later on, the kitchen will send so more."
"...Okay."
Xiao Hua responded. She could tell Uncle Wei was also a bit mad at her.
After he delivered the al, he left.
Xiao Hua sat back on the sofa, lifted the lid of the soup bowl; the chicken soup slled delicious but also brought on a wave of discomfort.
"Sister..."
Xiaocao’s gaze had stayed on her since Housekeeper Wei had left.
"Drink the soup."
Xiao Hua clearly wasn’t planning to say much to Xiaocao; she took a sip of the soup and continued eating quietly.
Xiaocao was full of doubts until later that night, when Brother Wen Nian ca back, he then found out...
His sister wasn’t feeling nauseous; she was pregnant. What’s terrifying is, she had gone to the hospital that day to...
"He’s so young, why tell him all this?"
Xiao Hua was very dissatisfied with Wen Nian’s actions.
"You dare to do it, yet fear him finding out?"
Brother Wen Nian retorted.
Tang Xiaohua took a deep breath and ignored him, simply sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Soon, Housekeeper Wei pushed in the food cart again. She glanced at the food on the cart, furrowed her eyebrows, thinking this was an attempt to feed her to death...
Wen Nian sat at the table while Housekeeper Wei placed all the dishes on the table.
"Co and eat."
"I’m not hungry yet."
Tang Xiaohua adjusted the TV channels, not even turning her head as she spoke.
Wei Yuandong whispered to Wen Nian, "She just had chicken soup an hour ago and ate so fruits and vegetables."
Wen Nian nodded, "Uncle Wei, you can go busy yourself."
Wei Yuandong left the room.
The TV was on at Tang Xiaohua’s end, but she leaned on the sofa using her phone, seemingly very focused on sothing.
Wen Nian quietly ate his dinner, occasionally glancing over at her.
After finishing dinner, he took a deep breath before speaking, "You should be lying down."
"...No need."
"After a miscarriage, won also need to do postnatal care, the ’small confinent’ is more important than the ’big confinent’."
Wen Nian said sowhat uncomfortably.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. President, I will take care of my own body."
She continued to lean on the sofa and flip through her phone, never looking up at him.
Wen Nian took a deep breath,
"The things Uncle Wei brought you were all made by him, so..."
"I’ll eat them."
"That’s good."
Wen Nian said and then walked out...
"How long do you plan to keep confined?"
She asked, still staring at her phone.
"Until you finish your small confinent."
Tang Xiaohua chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything else.
Wen Nian’s anger had not subsided; he had no work scheduled this afternoon, yet he forcibly confined himself in his office for the entire afternoon.
He had just managed to calm his emotions and wanted to check on her...
Clearly, in her heart, she didn’t think she was at fault at all!
"I’ve already contacted your forr commanding officer this afternoon; you can’t go back to the Navy Corps."
Tang Xiaohua clenched her teeth tightly.
"Take good care of your body, don’t fall ill. And stop thinking about impractical things."
Wen Nian finished speaking and then walked out.
The door closed, and in the large bedroom, only Tang Xiaohua was left.
She leaned her head back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, gently caressing her abdon... with a self-deprecating smile, thinking to herself that it really was a case of fearing what might co to pass.
She thought she and Wen Nian could start over, yet they still stumbled over the vast chasm of "trust."
Unconditional mutual trust is so easy to speak of, yet so hard to practice.
He could switch out birth control pills to trap her but didn’t allow her to terminate the pregnancy on her own.
Upon learning of her pregnancy, his first thought was that she would unhesitatingly terminate the pregnancy...
She really didn’t know whether to say he understood her or he didn’t.
At this point, she had to admit, in this lifeti, she might truly only trust herself, her decisions, and her own judgnts.
Wen Nian’s presence was like a food additive, making food tastier, but too much was ultimately bad for health.
Alright, Song Lili, stop agonizing. Since you’ve decided to keep this child, just do it.
As for what cos next, deal with it later; even the most ticulous plans can’t keep up with changes.
Whether Wen Nian loved her or not, it didn’t matter anymore. After all, from the beginning, he had never truly trusted her from the bottom of his heart.
Between them... it wasn’t a gap of thirteen years but a lifeti, her lifeti.
She gently caressed her abdon, softly... her lips moved, murmuring to herself,
"Little troublemaker... your timing really couldn’t be worse. You’ve really troubled Mommy. From now on, let’s just call you Little Troublemaker..."
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