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Her docile expression puzzled him, and for a moment a tingling, soft feeling spread from his chest, though he wasn't sure if it was his heart or... Astonishment?

He came back to his senses and shook his head, not wanting to think too much about it. He walked towards his bedroom quickly, but stopped midway and turned back.

"You …" He started, but his voice caught in his throat.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him, her eyes unscheming.

He was stunned. Actually, he wanted to ask: Do you need me to stay here and help?

However, he had long since gotten used to freezing his emotions. Right now, his heart throbbed so hard that it seemed about to break through the ice, and it actually made him feel fear and panic.

He coughed, cleared his throat with feigned calmness, and quickly changed the subject, "Well... Have you arranged for the matter that I thought you mentioned last time? "

As Lin Xiaoqing heard this, she blinked. What did he mean? She had no memory.

"Sorry, I forgot what you mean... Give me a hint? "

Heavens, she actually said she was sorry! That arrogant Lin Xiaoqing actually said sorry?

He subconsciously wiped his face with his hand and took a few deep breaths before saying, "My mom said that she hasn't seen Cissy in two months. She misses her and wants to know when she can come over."

She cried out 'Ah!'. So it was this matter. Memories came back in an instant and she hurriedly said, "It's fine any time. She can come over anytime. Anyway, I'm at home." She smiled and lowered her head to pick up some more photos.

Hearing her words, Song Beichuan fell silent.

"Are you trying to be brave?" He could no longer bear the feeling of being played by a monkey, so he decided to ask until he understood. The grudges between the daughter-in-law and his wife could be turned into a bullshit novel. Every time he mentioned that his mother wanted to visit his granddaughter at home, she would put on an expression of doomsday despair to disgust him.

"Can't you be nice to Mom?" Once, he had begged her, "My mom pulled me up by myself. I'm her only reliance. Why can't you forgive her insecurities?"

However, she coldly snorted and retorted, "How funny, she's not a person who gave birth to me and raised me. Why should I give her any face when she hates me one moment and me the next? I'm not cheating! "

So when she said, "You can come any time," he exploded, no longer able to keep playing dumb with her.

"Pretend to be strong?" Lin Xiaoqing glanced at him, her lips curving up into a smile. "No, why should I try to be brave?"

"You know what I'm talking about!"

She still smiled and shook her head. She said lightly, "No, really."

She had once reached the end of her life. What hadn't she seen before? She had experienced the loss of her marriage, the hatred of her daughter, the early death of her parents, the happy remarriage of her ex-husband, the deceit of her husband, the framing of her colleagues, the betrayal of her friends, the harassment of her superiors, the potential expulsion from the company, and finally the death of her liver cancer …

Looking back at the relationship between the two of them, what was so difficult about it? What the heck!

After waiting for a long time, Song Beichuan humphed coldly as if he was surrendering and said, "Whatever, you can continue playing tricks on me. Let's see how long you can keep up the act."

He turned and went into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. The door closed with a bang. Lin Xiaoqing lowered her head, her eyes blazing. The pictures in her hands, Chang recounted their wonderful memories, she could barely remember how they had come to this point.

They had once loved each other so much, but they didn't know when it had become hate.

Suddenly, she remembered her previous life. When she learned from her daughter that she was about to be married again, that kind of heart-wrenching pain was something she would never want to experience again.

As she thought of the painful events of the past, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the photo. Startled, she quickly wiped them away.

To Song Beichuan, this night was an outrageous one. He kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His body was actually very tired, but his head was becoming clearer.

Han Tong's words had indeed caused him to waver slightly. Perhaps there really was a man that had influenced Xiaoqing, or perhaps she simply wanted to disrupt his emotions.

She once said to him, 'How can I live so comfortably, so bitterly, at home?'

But then he thought, what if … What if she wasn't?

Thinking of this, he turned around and stared at Lin Xiaoqing who was lying beside him. She was lying on her side with her back to him, seemingly in a deep sleep. He reached out his hand and stroked her hair, thinking of many things.

Xiaoqing was only 22 years old. Not long after graduating from university, he was 27 years old and had started an advertising company on his own. His performance was also in the most unstable period.

One day she suddenly announced to him, 'I'm pregnant!'

He was surprised at first, then immediately remembered a night last month when he had drunk too much and lost his head. Without any security precautions, he had rolled the bed with her for the whole night.

Although she had confessed that she had purposely wanted to get pregnant, he had not been angry, nor had he complained at all.

She just loved him so much, he believed, that she lost her sense of security.

Because of his job, he would always come into contact with a lot of hot and beautiful models. She actually cared a lot about this, but she stubbornly never said it out loud.

He understood all of this, and he was willing to take her as his wife, but …

"You're only twenty-two. Isn't it too early to get married?" He knew she always liked to be free.

"No. And the times have changed. Did you make them? If you're married, you don't have to be a wife at home. "

"But if you're pregnant, you'll have to learn to be a mother in eight months." He also knew that she liked to travel and explore.

"So what? Do you want me to take our child away? "

He was taken aback and immediately denied it. "Of course I'd like you to be born, if I could, but I have to consider your feelings." He loved her, cherished her, and doted on her. She was like an innocent girl to him.

Therefore, he couldn't bear to see her lose her freedom after getting married so early. Of course, he couldn't also not want her to give birth to a child at such a young age and change her way of life.

However, this sort of love was not enough for him. No matter how he tried to save her, he would eventually lose her heart. He could only watch helplessly as his marriage withered away.

Instantly, scenes of arguments of various sizes flashed through his mind, as if they were being repeated in front of his eyes over and over again. Those images caused his slightly warmed heart to turn ice-cold once more.