In his previous life, Wang Qian did not hesitate to abandon his family and children to escape the cage of the countryside, not returning for ten years.
However, for the rest of his life, he l...
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night.
All relatives and neighbors left one after another.
Wang Qian returned to the bedroom, where Lin Xiaoyu was breastfeeding the baby.
Xiaoyu, are you angry?
Wang Qian tried to communicate with Lin Xiaoyu.
"No!"
Lin Xiaoyu turned her body slightly to the side, seemingly a little shy, afraid that Wang Qian would see something he shouldn't.
Wang Qian knew that now was not the time to act impulsively, so he could only endure it.
Can you tell me why you're angry?
He sat down by the bed and said softly, "You've been looking downcast ever since you came back from the hospital. Something must be on your mind, right?"
"No, don't overthink it!" Lin Xiaoyu shook her head again.
Wang Qian frowned slightly.
Still don't want to talk about it?
Not wanting to give up so easily, he asked again, "Did I do something to upset you?"
This time, Lin Xiaoyu remained silent.
She glanced at Wang Qian quickly, then averted her gaze just as fast.
"Looks like I really did make you angry!"
Having confirmed this, Wang Qian continued to patiently guide him, "Did I do something wrong? Or is there something I did poorly?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, it's my own problem!"
Lin Xiaoyu shook her head, a hint of sadness flashing across her pretty face. "I know I'm not good enough for you. I shouldn't have had any illusions."
"Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?"
Wang Qian was completely confused. "Can you explain yourself clearly?"
"You've been so nice to me all this time, it's only because of the child, right?"
Tears welled up in Lin Xiaoyu's eyes, and her voice choked with emotion, "From beginning to end, the person you truly loved was someone else, wasn't it?"