Chapter 42. Just by looking at Chapter 42, you can tell that this period of time must have been...

Regardless of whether things will change over time, Fu Ci's attitude after learning about this matter did give Tang Mingli a lot of strength.

She wasn't exactly a crybaby, but after shedding tears for a while, and now that she felt much more relaxed, she really couldn't cry anymore. If she stayed in Fu Ci's arms any longer, it would seem like she was faking it.

So she pushed Fu Ci away and said to him, "I'm going to wash my face first."

When she got to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, thankfully her eyes were a little red and swollen, proving that she had indeed been crying.

She wasn't worried about the redness and swelling; it would usually go away after a good night's sleep.

After washing her face and returning to the study, Tang Mingli and Fu Ci discussed another matter.

“I definitely can’t hide this from my family. How can I explain it to them in a good way? I’m mainly worried that my grandparents won’t be able to handle the shock.”

Tang Mingli's main concern was her grandparents; her mother-in-law knew about it even before Fu Ci.

During the brief moment Tang Mingli left the study, Fu Ci was already thinking about this issue.

He felt that his wife had already endured enough and didn't want her to worry about anything else.

"Leave this to me, I'll talk to them." He paused, then added, "Leave everything else to me too. Just relax, and be happy as you always have been."

"real!"

Tang Mingli used an exclamatory tone.

That's great, it feels like all the pressure from this incident has been lifted.

She happily hugged Fu Ci, saying, "It's so good to have you. You're truly my dear husband."

Fu Ci gave a cold snort, but felt a sweet warmth in his heart.

For once, he resisted Tang Mingli's advances with rare rationality, looked down at her, and said stubbornly, "You still know I'm your...husband."

I just couldn't bring myself to say "my dear husband" naturally, and my ears turned red.

Given Fu Ci's kindness to her, Tang Mingli refrained from teasing him and instead went along with his words, replying, "Darling, darling."

"Okay, then I have a question for you." He said seriously, "Before you told me this, had you considered the worst-case scenario?"

He didn't explicitly state what the worst-case scenario was, but it's believed that both of them understood.

Tang Mingli knew even better that if she honestly admitted it, she would deeply hurt the man in front of her.

Sometimes a white lie is necessary, so she blinked her innocent eyes and shook her head vigorously.

"What's the worst possible outcome? Is it that we can't have children together? Or that you'll start to have second thoughts about me after you find out about this?"

Fu Ci was about to surrender, furious at his own weak willpower.

I couldn't really get angry at her, and I had to watch her pretend to be stupid, which ultimately tormented me.

Finally, he could only helplessly tap her head gently: "You, you, what are you thinking in that little head of yours?"

"Do you really want to know?" Tang Mingli asked seriously, half-jokingly.

"certainly."

Fu Ci genuinely wanted to know.

"I want to live peacefully, healthily, and happily to the age of one hundred, and then pass away peacefully in my sleep without pain."

This is her true dream.

In her past life, she was born as a human but was forced to work like a beast of burden—it was too bitter and too short. In this life, she must strive to live a better and longer life.

It's simple, but incredibly difficult.

How should one live to achieve a fulfilling life?

The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Fu Ci sighed, as if resigned to his fate, and pulled her into his arms again.

Before telling herself this, it no longer matters whether she had considered leaving, whether she had no information about him or his family, or what plans she had made.

From her perspective, suddenly realizing that such things, no matter how much she overthinks, is understandable and forgivable. He shouldn't think he's unimportant just because she didn't show weakness or break down in front of him.

She was the primary person involved, and even as her husband, he probably couldn't fully empathize with her.

But he still wanted to say to her, "No matter what happens in the future, you must have faith in me, okay?"

"good."

Tang Mingli answered crisply and decisively.

She didn't know if it would happen in the future, but at this moment, this answer came from the bottom of her heart.

That concludes the topic. Tang Mingli asked him, "Do you still have work to take care of?"

Actually, it's fine to have it or not, because there's just too much work to handle. But I need some space to process my emotions before resigning, so I nodded anyway.

Tang Mingli, however, wanted to go back to her room to sleep.

Although I slept for quite a while in the afternoon, my biological clock was too strong to resist.

Lying on that familiar big bed, memories of their past love suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Even though no one could possibly know what she was thinking at that moment, the scene was so erotic that she couldn't help but pull the blanket over her face in embarrassment.

Looking back, it wasn't all without clues.

She and Fu Ci had a harmonious sex life for several years of marriage, and although they didn't always use contraception, she never got pregnant. It turns out she was born with a natural contraceptive body.

After fully accepting the situation, she was even able to secretly laugh at herself.

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Tang Mingli didn't know how Fu Ci told his family, or whether he told them at all, but no one in the family mentioned her and her mother-in-law's medical check-up again.

The matter was swept under the rug, so calmly that it was as if it had never happened.

Everyone in the Fu family treated her the same as before, or rather, her mother-in-law treated her a little differently, even better than before.

Fu Ci was still as busy as ever. Occasionally, Tang Mingli would inquire about his business and, from a few words, she knew that it was developing quite well.

She was happy for him, and happy for herself too.

If life could be improved, who wouldn't be happy?

Time is indeed the best medicine to heal all wounds. Although less than half a month has passed, it has been long enough for someone like Tang Mingli who doesn't suffer from mental exhaustion.

After this incident, Tang Mingli inexplicably fell in love with practicing calligraphy and bought many calligraphy practice books from the bookstore.

Every day after waking up from my midday nap, I like to sit at my desk and write for a while.

Sometimes, after watching TV series at night, if Fu Ci hasn't come back yet and I'm still energetic, I'll practice for a while longer.

One day, after a day of practice, I found that I had written a full ten pages.

This used to be her monthly calligraphy practice volume.

Passion drives people crazy; there's definitely some truth to that.

Just as the days were passing by peacefully and quietly, fate finally arranged a bit of ups and downs for it.

My aunt, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, suddenly arrived.

How long has it been since we last met?

Tang Mingli silently counted the days in her mind and was surprised to find that three or four months had passed without her noticing.

I hadn't seen my aunt for several months, and she looked much older. It was obvious that she must have had a very difficult time lately.

The only things that could upset my aunt were things related to my cousin.

Tang Mingli immediately guessed that Li Hong didn't seem to be planning to act either.

Ignoring the presence of Madam Fu beside her, Li Hong broke down in tears after only a few polite words, saying, "Mingli, your sister is in the hospital."

I thought Tang Mingmei might be in trouble, but I didn't expect her to be sick.

Tang Mingli asked with concern, "What illness does my cousin have?"

"She, she..." Li Hong cried so hard that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Tang Mingli felt a chill in her heart, thinking, "Could it be serious?"

Although she didn't like her cousin, Tang Mingli was too young, and having been caught in the rain, she couldn't bear to see her die at such a young age.

"What happened to my cousin?" Tang Mingli asked worriedly.

Li Hong sobbed, "She's not feeling well. She had a high fever yesterday and has been in a daze ever since."

What did the doctor say?

"The doctor said it will be fine once the fever goes down."

Hearing this, Tang Mingli felt relieved.

My aunt's concern got the better of her, and she almost scared everyone to death.

Despite her inner grumbling, she still comforted her aunt, saying, "Since the doctor said so, don't worry too much."

Li Hong cried, "How can I not worry? The fever has lasted for two days and it still hasn't gone down."

Although it is unknown why Tang Mingmei had a persistent high fever, it is normal for fevers to recur. Forcing the fever down quickly with medication would only harm her health.

However, she knew that her aunt was unlikely to listen to reason right now, so she didn't say anything, but simply comforted her softly.

With the comfort of Tang Mingli and the old lady, Li Hong cried for a while, but managed to calm down and explain the purpose of her visit.

“Your cousin kept calling your name when she was in a daze. I think she must want to see you. Could you go to the hospital to see her?”

It's perfectly reasonable to visit my cousin in the hospital when she's sick.

But the combination of fever, delirium, and the constant calling of your name is enough to send chills down your spine.

Isn't this a scene that only appears in domineering CEO dramas?

Tang Mingli felt a chill run down her spine. She was certain that Tang Mingmei didn't want to see her; she probably hated her so much that it was showing in her dazed state.

But the person was indeed sick, and my aunt even came to plead with her in person, so it wouldn't be right not to go.

Besides, Old Madam Fu is watching; she can't be so heartless.

In the end, Tang Mingli still went out with Li Hong.

On the way, Tang Mingli asked Tang Mingmei again what illness she had.

Perhaps because her family wasn't around, or perhaps because she knew they would find out sooner or later if she went to the hospital, Li Hong stopped hiding it from them.

“Mingmei had a miscarriage a couple of days ago.”

"abortion?!"

Tang Mingli could hardly believe her ears.

I remember now. A few months ago, I went to a newly opened Western restaurant with Fu Ci and ran into Li Baohua. She did mention that Tang Mingmei was pregnant.

Even if she had just gotten pregnant then, she would definitely be three months along by now.

Isn't it said that the fetus is generally stable after three months?

"how so?"

When her niece asked why this happened, Li Hong was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"It's all because Li Dazhu's family is inhuman. Mingmei is already pregnant with their eldest son and grandson, yet they still don't take good care of her and make her wash dishes while heavily pregnant. While washing, her stomach started to hurt, and she started bleeding. She was taken to the hospital to try to save the pregnancy, but after two days, they still couldn't keep it."

“Mingmei was devastated by the loss of the child. She even had a fever yesterday and was in a daze, calling your name.”

Speaking of her daughter, Li Hong felt as if her heart had been ripped out with a knife.

If her daughter hadn't been still weak and lying in bed, she would definitely have gone to the Li family and caused a huge scene.

However, Tang Mingli was even more confused after hearing this.

That shouldn't be the case. If the fetus is healthy, it shouldn't be lost after washing a few dishes.