Su Chengji clung tightly to Bai Sixian’s arm, crying like a child.
Although Bai Sixian wanted to mock him a bit, no one could understand her husband’s feelings better than she did.
Throughout his life, Su Chengji remained optimistic, eting every situation with a smile, considering the hardships life threw at him as gifts.
But this ti was different.
The death of Yin Shixiu weighed on his heart like Mount Tai.
An unprecedented sense of heaviness subtly deepened the wrinkles on this man’s forehead.
On the surface, he remained a cheerful character in life, seemingly still the Su Chengji who was carefree to the point of making her worry for a lifeti...
But in reality?
Feelings of guilt and culpability made his life more difficult than ever before.
He wouldn’t consider that the root of the kidnapping was actually due to Yin Shixiu; he only thought that Yin Shixiu died saving him...
He always believed that all humans are born equal, without any distinction between high and low, and that any profession deserves respect.
It was precisely this belief that enabled him to disregard others’ opinions, the remarks that he was "unworthy," and take Bai Sixian away from the Bai Family back then.
But...
After Yin Shixiu’s death, he said... it wasn’t worth it...
He said... his life was just a worthless life... sacrificing Yin Shixiu for him was not worthwhile, not worth it...
Bai Sixian understood this inherently kind and sincere man better than anyone, so when Su Chengji bore this burden, she felt the sa heartache.
Su Chengji sobbed and released his emotions, which was a good thing.
The boulder weighing on her husband’s heart was removed.
This boulder... which they thought would press on them until the day they died, could one day be removed.
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The sumptuous dinner filled the living room with its aroma, with a dozen people gathered around the extended dining table, but truly, no one felt hungry, even though it was dinnerti.
Yin Shixiu still sat in the wheelchair, while Shuangshuang and Huang Huang still wanted to be held by Dad...
But Su Xiaong had already seriously greeted the siblings, telling them that Dad’s leg was injured, and if it kept being pressed, Dad might never be able to stand again.
Prince Huang’s expression froze upon hearing this, and then he touched his head in annoyance, glancing at Su Xiaong, muttering in a blaming tone,
"Why didn’t Mom say so earlier..."
Su Xiaong felt wronged...
A few days ago, when Prince Huang asked about Yin Shixiu, Su Xiaong had told him that Dad was seriously injured and needed rest and treatnt.
And just now, when they ca in, she wanted to say it, but this little rascal rushed over directly; was there ti to say anything?
Shuangshuang, listening to the conversation between Mom and brother, roughly understood that Dad’s leg couldn’t be pressured, aning that asking Dad to hold her earlier was wrong...
Thinking this, she realized she had done sothing wrong.
But upon hearing her brother blaming Mom, she rolled her eyes and mimicked her brother, saying,
"Why didn’t Mom say so earlier..."
"..."
At that mont, Su Xiaong suddenly felt that these siblings couldn’t possibly be her own children.
So, during dinner, Shuangshuang and Huang Huang moved their children’s dining chairs to beside Yin Shixiu, one on each side, sitting close to Dad.
Su Xiaong could only step back.
Zhou ngqin and Yin Shaohui still sat at the head, while the others didn’t care much about seniority, just sitting casually around the table.
A pair of red eyes were everywhere; except for Zeng Xiaocheng, who ca with Shan Minglang for a al, everyone else was beside themselves with emotion.
Shan Minglang, being quite sentintal, felt even more stirred with tears streaming down upon seeing his most admired uncle.
This left Zeng Xiaocheng feeling all kinds of mixed emotions.
Shan Minglang was Yin Shixiu’s nephew; was the bond between uncle and nephew really this deep? Zeng Xiaocheng thought to himself, if one day he should pass away, if Shan Minglang could cry even one-tenth as fiercely as now, he would laugh even under the yellow earth.
"Stop crying..."
The won at the table would occasionally dab their tears with tissues; Zeng Xiaocheng could understand, but Shan Minglang was still sobbing and hiccupping...
Shan Minglang sniffed, glanced at Zeng Xiaocheng,
"What do you know, this is my little uncle, I like him the most."
"..."
The speaker was not intentional, but the listener took it seriously...
The feeling of jealousy brewing inside Zeng Xiaocheng felt like it was about to overflow at any mont.
"Keep an eye on Shuang’er for ; I’m going to call my brother."
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