Even if Song Song were any more foolish, she could still tell whether the man was genuinely tired and eager to rest, or if he was avoiding the question.
Song Song followed behind the man, her delicate brows furrowed, and her small face showed no hint of joy, "Xiao Jinghuai, please make it clear, are you tired, or are you deliberately avoiding this question?"
"Why can’t you ever consider things from my perspective? I’m really sad and upset. Can’t you see that?"
"Or did you see it, but just want to ignore it?"
"..."
"Do you think any woman can tolerate her husband having feelings for another woman?"
"..."
Song Song wanted to say more, but Xiao Jinghuai suddenly turned around and looked at her seriously and intensely.
In the past, she would often avoid his aggressive and intimidating gaze, as she always thought it felt like a laser that could see right through her. That kind of transparency, where nothing was hidden, scared her.
But at this mont, she desperately hoped he could see clearly, know that she was feeling uneasy, and needed his comfort, rather than his evasive and non-committal attitude.
Xiao Jinghuai said what Song Song wished to hear, but it was not an explanation or words of comfort. Instead, he said coldly, "You want to consider things from your perspective, but when have you ever considered things from mine, hmm?"
"How many husbands do you think can tolerate their wives having had children with soone else before?"
"And how many husbands can tolerate their wives insisting on adopting soone else’s child just because that child reminds her of her own biological daughter, hmm?"
"
"..."
"Song Song, have you ever thought about these things from my perspective?"
The two stood there in a standoff, neither willing to look away, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation.
Song Song’s mind naturally worked a bit slower than Xiao Jinghuai’s, so while she was pondering the man’s first question, he had already lost patience.
"Forget it, I know you definitely hadn’t thought about it either."
"Wait..." Song Song wrung her hands nervously, her fingertips poking her palms, the tiny pain keeping her awake, "Actually, I have thought about it, but..."
Xiao Jinghuai squinted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You didn’t explain back then, so there’s no need to now, because I no longer want to hear that answer."
"In this case, we’re even! Let’s not dig up each other’s past. You be Mrs. Xiao, and I’ll be Mr. Xiao. Living in peace isn’t such a bad thing, is it?"
Song Song didn’t imdiately grasp the aning of these words. It took her a while of ntal wandering before she slowly began to taste the implication, could he an...
To muddle through the rest of their lives this way?
He doesn’t mind that she had children for soone else, and she shouldn’t mind who held the true love in his heart.
At this mont, Song Song didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so her expression was quite awkward, "Well, I really should thank Mr. Xiao for his graciousness, thank you for accepting soone like ..."
"Ha!"
"I really am bewildered! I’m supposed to be happy, so why am I crying? I must have strained my eyes too much lately."
"Sorry, I’ll go back to my room to rest my eyes, good night."
Having said that, the girl ran out of the man’s dark gaze as if escaping, quickly running into the guest room.
The man walked to the guest room door, imagining her standing against the door, looking up to keep the tears from falling, yet still failing and throwing herself onto the bed to cry.
He really wanted to rush in at that mont...
But in the end, the man did nothing. He stood at the guest room doorway for a while before calmly walking into the master bedroom, closing the door with a "bang".
...
The next day, when Song Song showed up in the dining room with puffy eyes, she saw Bao Bei slowly chewing on his breakfast.
As soon as he saw her, he laughed and said, "You crybaby, don’t even bother to cover it up with glasses after crying. Afraid others won’t know you cried half the night."
"..." Song Song was already used to Bao Bei’s sharp tongue despite his young age; she might usually retort a few tis.
But not today. Today she simply didn’t have the heart for it, because soone had personally taken away all her joy last night.
Perhaps for a long ti to co, she wouldn’t be happy.
Xiao Beibei, being the clever child he was, noticed she was ignoring him, so he continued, "If crying could solve problems, would you cry for several days?"
Song Song gripped her chopsticks tightly, her rationality constantly reminding her not to stoop to the child’s level: he was just a child, a seven-year-old child.
She was a twenty-four-year-old adult, so she shouldn’t argue with him, just chalk it up to childish prattle.
"I thought that after losing your mory, you’d beco stronger, but you’re still a crybaby! It’s utterly embarrassing, so embarrassing..."
As he spoke, Bao Bei covered his face with his hands and made a comically exaggerated ghost face, practically pushing Song Song to the brink of collapse.
At this mont, Sister-in-law Zhou walked into the dining room with a laugh. Seeing Song Song’s eyes, she noted with concern, "Young Madam, what happened to your eyes? They’re so swollen! Anyone who didn’t know might think you were beaten."
Although Sister-in-law Zhou’s expression was comical at the mont, Song Song simply couldn’t laugh, "Sister-in-law Zhou, my...my eyes are fine, maybe I just didn’t sleep well."
She still wanted to save face a little, so she didn’t tell the truth.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Beibei tily added another cutting remark, "Of course she didn’t sleep well, crying for her dad and mom; how could she sleep well!"
Sister-in-law Zhou was puzzled, crying?
Why cry?
But she couldn’t care too much about it right now, because as soon as she spoke her next words, the Young Madam would imdiately smile.
"Young Madam, an elderly lady is waiting for you in the living room outside, holding a cute child. You better go take a look!"
As soon as Song Song heard it was a child, she guessed who it was and imdiately got off the sofa, quickly running to the living room.
It wasn’t just her; even Bao Bei looked very excited, his eyes lighting up like grapes as if seeing his favorite toy.
Lin Man’s mother started getting teary as soon as she saw Song Song, and said slightly choked, "Hello, Mrs. Xiao."
Song Song barely paid attention to her because her eyes were all on the little girl in her arms. In just a few days, Little Xiyou seed to have grown a lot. Her once wrinkled skin had turned smooth and milky, like cream.
Song Song eagerly took Little Xiyou into her arms, reaching out to play with her soft chin, "Have you been well these days? Do you still recognize ? Ah! You probably don’t rember yet, as you can’t rember people now."
Just as she finished speaking, Little Xiyou cried out loudly, her cries heartrending and piercing...
Song Song was a bit startled and hurriedly tried to hand her back to Lin Man’s mother, but the latter refused, saying, "Mrs. Xiao, I’ve co to ask you a favor."
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