Chapter 284 What am I to you?

He was lying on the bed, shirtless, presumably having just finished showering and preparing to sleep.

She hadn't slept a wink these past few days, and neither had Wei Chizheng.

He swallowed back what he had planned to say, and told him to get a good night's sleep, saying that they could talk about it tomorrow.

Xie Nanzhi carried the ginger soup to him and said softly, "You got caught in the rain, drink this ginger soup first, or you'll catch a cold."

Then, Wei Chizheng looked at her.

However, he hesitated to accept the bowl of ginger soup.

Xie Nanzhi's hand froze in mid-air, feeling a little sore. Suddenly, the man on the bed spoke, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Their eyes met, and in that instant, even the air seemed to change.

A few seconds later, Xie Nanzhi put down the ginger soup, her gaze meeting his tense jawline. "I'm sorry."

Wei Chizheng looked up at him with his head slightly raised, the bloodshot veins in his eyes spreading like a spider web. "When you were about to abandon me, did you not think about my feelings?"

His hands were trembling slightly, and he made no attempt to hide the pain on his face.

No, it wasn't just pain, it was also disappointment in her. "I'm your husband, the lover who can face anything with you. You didn't even discuss it with me before making all the decisions on your own. So, what am I to you?"

Xie Nanzhi was speechless. A mistake is a mistake, and all reasons are just excuses.

Her gaze was dark, but her eyes gleamed. "Wei Chizheng, I was wrong about this. If you are unwilling to forgive me, I can... leave."

"Leave?" Wei Chizheng suddenly raised his voice, his knuckles turning white from the force. He laughed angrily, "President Nan's way of solving problems is truly unique. Instead of trying to solve them, he wants to run away?"

He suddenly stood up, turned his back to her, and looked out the window. The light rain outside continued to fall, creating water droplets on the windowpane and obscuring his view.

Wei Chizheng took a deep breath and said, "Nanzhi, I've been waiting for you all day."

Wei Chizheng had been waiting ever since he picked her up from the car.

It's not about waiting for her to say "I'm sorry".

He was waiting for Xie Nanzhi to say "I will never abandon him again," waiting for her promise, waiting for her to kiss him.

But the two of them spent a whole day in the hospital, with so many opportunities and so much time.

Wei Chizheng never received her response.

Even now, she says she's leaving.

All the emotions were overwhelming his brain, and Wei Chi was about to go crazy.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, so hoarse it was heartbreaking. "I'll go to the guest room. You should get some rest."

As Wei Chizheng was about to leave the bedroom, Xie Nanzhi belatedly reached out and hugged him from behind, saying, "Wei Chizheng, I don't want you to leave."

Xie Nanzhi's voice was choked with sobs, which made Wei Chizheng's heart ache, but he still pried her hands away. "Nanzhi, let's both calm down. It's getting late. You should get some rest."

Leaving her behind, Wei Chizheng grabbed a set of pajamas and put them on before leaving as quickly as possible.

As the door slammed shut, Xie Nanzhi felt the family photo of the four of them on the bedside table shake.

The only sounds in the bedroom were the raindrops hitting the glass and the sound of tears sliding down my cheeks and falling onto my toes.

The maid was still awake when she saw Wei Chizheng come out of the bedroom. She was taken aback. "Sir, aren't you asleep yet?"

Wei Chizheng frowned, his exhaustion evident in his eyes and brows. He kept his brows furrowed and then said in a hoarse voice, "Help me prepare a guest room."

Ah, the maid thought she had misheard.

After all, when the man first arrived at this home, the guest room she prepared was one that he never stepped into.

Now that we can do this openly and honestly, why are we voluntarily going to sleep in the guest room?

That doesn't make sense.

She asked again to confirm, "You mean, to prepare a guest room?"

Wei Chizheng's eyes turned cold, his expression one of superior authority: "Do I have to say it a second time?"

The maid was startled; this was the first time she had ever seen Wei Chizheng so serious.

"I'll go and help you tidy up the guest room right now."

After the guest room was cleaned up, Wei Chizheng lay down on the bed.

He was so tired, and he was lying on the most comfortable bed; he should have fallen asleep quickly.

But why can't I fall asleep at all?

Not only that, but the sobs in his throat surged up like waves, making him feel like he was suffocating.

Master bedroom.

The rain was still falling, and the wind was seeping in through the cracks in the window, carrying a damp and cold chill.

Xie Nanzhi lay on the bed like a stone statue abandoned in the rainy night, only occasionally letting out suppressed, distorted sobs from deep in her throat.

What is he doing now?

Are they already asleep?

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly looked out the window, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the neon lights blurred by the rain.

In the end, I didn't sleep a wink all night.

The next morning, the two children wanted to visit Wang Shufen at the hospital. The maid prepared breakfast, and the family of four sat down to eat together.

However, unlike the usual lively and warm atmosphere, Xie Nanzhi and Wei Chizheng did not communicate, which made Nian Chi feel inexplicably depressed.

Children have the strongest ability to perceive emotions. Nian Zheng tilted her little head, blinked her beautiful eyes, and then picked up a fried egg and put it in Wei Chizheng's bowl.

"Daddy, a man should be a gentleman. No matter whose fault it is in an argument, Daddy, as a man, should take the responsibility of processing the emotions. Grandma said that home is not a place for arguing, but a place for love."

Wei Chizheng subconsciously looked at Xie Nanzhi, and coincidentally, her gaze also turned towards him.

There was an awkward moment when their eyes met.

Especially when she was being "educated" by her daughter.

A moment later, Xie Nanzhi brought the milk to her and said with a smile, "Daddy and I didn't quarrel, we were just thinking about our own things. Zhengbao, drink milk so you can grow tall."

Xie Nanzhi gently ruffled her daughter's hair, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Wei Chizheng, who seemed to still be watching her.

Each person had their own thoughts during breakfast.

Xie Nanzhi took Nianzheng to comb her hair, and Nianchi called out to Wei Chizheng.

"Daddy."

Wei Chizheng stopped and leaned against the table. "What do you want to say?"

Nian Chi stood beside him, propped himself up with his hands, and sat directly on the table. His small body was upright, and he reached Wei Chizheng's shoulder.

"How can a grown man like you argue with a woman, Daddy?"

Despite his young age, he was precocious, speaking with an air of maturity beyond his years. Wei Chizheng, hands in his pockets, asked meaningfully, "So what should I do?"

Nianchi crossed his arms and proudly raised his chin. "If it were me, regardless of right or wrong, I would first try to ease the tension. Once the tension is eased, I can naturally express my emotions. Daddy, how could someone as smart as you not understand this simple principle?"

Suddenly, Wei Chizheng looked at his son, his eyes brightening slightly.

The little guy looked at him and said, "Actually, I'm very curious. What did Mommy do to make you so angry?"