You still owe me a child, right?
Su Qingli curled up, holding her chest, and sobbed, "I didn't even get to see my father for the last time, and I didn't give him a decent life."
"His body was crawling with maggots, even in the cracks between his bones. He was a man who was afraid of the pain of even cutting his nails—"
"When I think about this, my heart aches so much."
Fu Xuechen tightened his arms like iron hoops, wishing he could bear all the pain for Su Qingli.
He held out his wrist bone and held it to her lips. "If it hurts, bite me. It will feel better if you vent it."
Perhaps it was really too painful, Su Qingli actually bit down as if possessed by some unknown force. Fu Xuechen closed his eyes and just held the person in his arms tighter.
It was unknown how long it had passed before Su Qingli fell asleep from exhaustion. Fu Xuecheng leaned over and carried her to the bed, lifted the veil, and bent down to kiss away the tears that had not yet fallen from her eyelashes.
He leaned on the bed, his hands wet and cold as his fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, and he felt no better than Su Qingli.
The next morning.
Su Qingli suddenly woke up and saw the pastries on the table. She was shocked to realize that everything that happened last night was not a dream.
She actually bit Tan Xi and fell asleep in his arms crying.
This is absolutely ridiculous.
She got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The rice washing water leaked out from between her fingers, and there were a few grains of sand and gravel mixed in between the rice grains, just like her life. No matter how hard she sifted, she would not be able to filter out all the sharp pain.
Seeing the meal she cooked, Mrs. Su still looked disgusted, as if she really regarded her as an enemy.
Su Zhaoming hurried forward to persuade Su Qingli, "Sister, why don't you go back? I will take care of mother here."
Su Qingli looked at her mother for a moment, then numbly filled the bowl with rice soup. She took off her apron and said, "Okay, let me know if anything happens."
After that, she glanced at her mother and said respectfully, "Mother, I'll be leaving first."
Mrs. Su turned her head away without looking at her again, nor did she respond.
Su Qingli walked out of the Su residence. After a few steps, her younger brother Su Zhaoming caught up with her from behind. "Sister, mother is in so much pain that she has nowhere to vent. That's why she blames you. Please don't take it to heart."
Su Qingli's eyes were calm, and she just said mechanically: "I know, don't worry, I won't ignore you and mother."
Su Zhaoming was stunned for a moment, feeling ashamed of his slight contempt.
"Actually - you could show some concern for whether your sister is in pain, instead of just persuading her not to feel pain." After leaving these words, Su Qingli turned and left.
Looking at her increasingly thin back, Su Zhaoming stood there for a long time, unable to recover.
…
When Fu Xuechen returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he called Qian Jue to bandage his wounds.
"Sir, how come you are injured so badly?" Looking at the wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen, Qian Jue's pupils suddenly shrank.
This is obviously a man-made bite mark. How much hatred must one have to bite someone like this?
"What do you know?" Fu Xuechen's eyes showed no trace of pain from being bitten, but rather pride. "This is a mark."
Qian Jue fell silent immediately. Having never been married, he really didn't understand.
Fu Xuechen suddenly asked, "What can we do to help those who have lost their loved ones divert their attention instead of being immersed in grief?"
Qian Jue didn't understand either, but he knew that his duty was to help the Prime Minister solve his problems, so he boldly put forward his own opinion, "Perhaps other emotional shocks are needed, such as making her happy, angry, or distressed?"
Fu Xuechen listened carefully and began to think about it.
After bandaging the wound, Fu Xuechen was raising his hand to admire it when he heard that Liu Meishuang wanted to see him.
Seeing her, Fu Xuechen didn't look happy. "What's the matter?"
Liu Meishuang was very annoyed by his attitude towards her. He ruined her own face, so how could he not feel any guilt?
"When will the Prime Minister fulfill his promise to marry me?"
"Let's talk about it after I complete my engagement with the eldest princess." Fu Xuechen's face was full of impatience. If he hadn't taken into consideration the great kindness her parents had shown him, he really wanted to get rid of her as a trouble.
"But I can't wait any longer. I'm not young anymore." Liu Meishuang just wanted to marry into the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible and live a good life. She didn't want to live on the little money she got from charity for helping Qi Jinqian slander Fu Xuechen.
"If you can't wait, I can find you another good family."
What good family can compare to the Prime Minister’s Mansion?
Liu Meishuangcai is not stupid.
"How about this, you give me a child so that I can have peace of mind." Then she will be able to enjoy the luxury of having a child and live a luxurious life with the child.
She just didn't believe that Fu Xuechen would mistreat his child.
Speaking of children, Fu Xuechen's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of a way to divert Su Qingli's attention.
Seeing that he was in such a good mood, Liu Meishuang really thought that he wanted to be a father, and she smiled carefreely.
"As long as you give me a child, I will never let Su Qingli know that you are Tan Xi."
Fu Xuechen's eyes flashed, "Are you sure?"
"Of course." Liu Meishuang promised solemnly.
Fu Xuechen nodded secretly, "Okay, I will give you a child."
…
Su Qingli stayed in the Qi Mansion for several days without going out, and she felt very tired.
Qi Jinqian felt a little sorry for her as she looked like a walking corpse.
But he firmly believes that these are only temporary.
When she loses everything and only has him left, she will rely on him wholeheartedly and fall in love with him.
And he will give her the best things in the world and protect her.
When Qi Jinqian was desecrating Su Qingli's socks, Yin Han suddenly knocked on the door.
"What's the matter?" Qi Jinqian said in a hoarse voice.
"News came from the palace that Concubine Xie has passed away."
Qi Jinqian's breathing stagnated, and then he continued, "I understand."
That little bit of old affection meant nothing to Qi Jinqian, not to mention that she was the emperor's woman, so it would be better for her to die to avoid trouble.
But Qi Yueqiao lost her mother from then on.
But so what? It is still doubtful whether Qi Yueqiao is his daughter. Maybe she is the emperor's child.
Su Qingli was depressed for a few days and came to the door of Su's house. She wanted to go in to see her mother, but when she thought of her mother's cold gaze like a knife, she stopped at the door.
She sat at the door for half an hour before turning around and leaving.
After walking a few steps, they were caught up by a carriage. Su Qingli saw that it was Fu Xuechen's carriage, so she quickened her pace and tried to escape.
Qian Jue got out of the car and stopped her, "Miss Su, you should know that a person can't run faster than a carriage."
Su Qingli lifted her skirt and stepped into the carriage. This time she was on guard and only got into the carriage after seeing Fu Xuechen sitting upright.
She sat close to the wall of the compartment, leaving enough space for two more strangers.
"What?" Su Qingli frowned tightly, and the arc between her brows was full of impatience.
Fu Xuechen was very satisfied and felt that his purpose of arousing her anger had been achieved.
What happened next was that she was troubled.
Fu Xuechen curled the corners of his lips and said slowly, "If I remember correctly, you still owe me a child, right?"
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