Chapter 341: Chapter 240 Who Doesn’t Know That You, Old Niu, Like Young Grass?
Ziyan’s mind was in a turmoil, staring at Su Yuecheng for a long ti before she managed unsmoothly in sign language: [You’re lying to , aren’t you…]
“It’s you who are deceiving yourself.”
Ziyan recalled bits and pieces of her mories, which were frighteningly coincidental.
They were strangers, yet he kindly gave her dicine to soothe her bruises.
They were strangers, yet when she and her child were threatened by Tang Shaosheng, he took her all the way to the United Kingdom.
She had always thought it was because she was Su Nian’s friend that he took care of her, but everything was not like that…
No wonder during the ti she was pregnant, he treated her as if she were an ancestor, almost wishing she never had to set foot on the ground.
“…Do you hate ?” Su Yuecheng’s mood at this mont was tense, and he had never been so nervous, but the words he spoke carried the composure of his age.
Even if he was uneasy, he appeared calm and collected, not influencing her decision.
Ziyan was stunned for a mont, looking at him.
Not hateful.
If he had made a mistake back then, the care he had given her over the past year had more than made up for it.
Now, she just couldn’t accept this fact for the ti being.
This ant that in that marriage, she was also unfaithful, also violating morals and conscience.
Seeing her not responding, Su Yuecheng guessed she probably did hate him,
Treating a woman like that, probably no woman could forgive, regardless of whether he was sober that night, the fact was he had hurt her.
“I just want to tell you the truth, and whatever you decide, follow your heart.”
How could he force her to be with a man who had once [raped] her?
Ziyan was stunned, realizing her silence had been misunderstood by him.
She thought that him being Dudu’s father seed quite a surprise to her; she just hadn’t recovered from the shock and felt a bit overwheld.
Su Yuecheng glanced at Dudu on the bed, knowing he had lost his gamble. Without bitterness or coercion, he almost imperceptibly sighed and walked past her.
His departure carried a gentle breeze and quickly disappeared, and Ziyan finally ca to her senses, hurrying to turn around and grab his hand, signing with so nervousness: [You said… you’d take to the United Kingdom for treatnt this weekend…]
Su Yuecheng was taken aback, looked down at her, smiled and said to her: “Song Ziyan, do you know what it ans to hold onto now?”
Ziyan lowered her head, then imdiately raised it to look at him: [You promised to help recover my voice.]
Su Yuecheng frowned and gave her a stern look: “Don’t play dumb with .”
Ziyan didn’t speak, looked at him, and then slightly smiled. Su Yuecheng’s mind actually went blank for two seconds, then he took off his glasses, hugged her tightly, pressing her head back, devouring the sweet smile on her lips, holding her as if he wanted to ld her into his bones.
Behind them, a “bang” was heard, and then Dudu burst into loud crying, interrupting the intimate couple…
Su Yuecheng quickly let go of Ziyan, strode over, picked up Dudu who had fallen off the bed, and cooed him for quite so ti until the pain subsided and he cald down.
The room quieted down, and Ziyan started to feel sowhat embarrassed, avoiding his gaze the entire ti.
As the sky turned dark, Su Yuecheng handed Dudu to her and said, “I’m going out to buy groceries, don’t go anywhere.”
Ziyan took Dudu, neither nodding nor shaking her head.
Su Yuecheng turned to leave, his back to her, smiling like a big boy.
After he left, Ziyan finally raised her eyes to watch his departing figure, and the corners of her mouth also lifted in a blissful smile like that of a happy little woman.
Looking down at Dudu in her arms, with a face similar to that man’s, she now dared not believe how fate could be such a trickster, that Dudu was actually Su Yuecheng’s child.
And that night… Ziyan still felt her face flush when recalling it.
She actually did that with a stranger, completely unaware.
If he hadn’t told her, she might never know who Dudu’s biological father was for the rest of her life.
After laughing, she beca worried again.
Was he with her just because of the child or because he felt guilty? Was his proposal to her only because she was Dudu’s mother?
Ziyan lowered her gaze, wondering when the scales of happiness would tip in her favor.
Turning to go upstairs, she noticed a stack of calendars hanging on the wall.
The circles drawn with red pen were very conspicuous.
Ziyan walked over curiously, only to find written in detail.
When she should start taking her dicine, when to finish on ti, when to check in the United Kingdom, and even marking the days of her nstrual cycle…
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