Chapter 175: Seeking Peace on a Rainy Night (Updated)
Xiao Ai used a lot of willpower to hold back her tears. She bowed to He Yan and turned to leave.
She has never known how desperate she is since she was diagnosed with AIDS.
At that moment, the sky fell and she even wanted to end her life.
But my sister is still alive and she can't live without her.
She lived in humiliation, enduring those strange looks.
He Yan is her salvation. Whether for her sister or for He Yan, she will not give up revenge.
Neither Wen Mingde nor Wen Xudong is a good person.
They probably haven't discovered that they are infected yet. She really wants to know what their expressions will be when they find out.
She took a taxi to the hospital, straightened her clothes, and put on a weak and pitiful expression. With her eyes still a little red, she looked like a little white rabbit.
Pushing open the door of the ward, she called out in a trembling voice:
"Uncle...are you okay?"
Wen Mingde reluctantly turned his head and saw Xiao Ai, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Ai was his woman, but she was slept with by his son.
"What are you doing here?"
Xiao Ai's tears immediately flowed down. She stumbled into the ward and knelt beside the bed:
"Uncle... I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I was insulted, but I can't help it. I... I'm just a weak woman. I know I'm not clean anymore. I just wanted to see you one more time. Uncle, I will end my life."
She cried so miserably and touchingly that at that moment Wen Mingde felt like a thunderclap in his heart.
Yes, she is just a weak woman, how could she possibly resist a man?
She even wanted to end her life to clear her name.
At this moment, Wen Mingde's heart softened, and at the same time, he began to feel a lot of resentment towards his son, Wen Xudong...
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It rains more in Haishi than in Kyoto. It is deep winter now, but the rain keeps falling.
Wen Nanxi woke up hungry in the middle of the night. She ate snacks while listening to the sound of the rain.
She felt a little irritated for no reason, pulled open the curtains and looked at the dim street lights outside.
Suddenly her pupils shrank. Was there someone standing under the street light?
The man was wearing black clothes and leaning against the car. The rain soaked his clothes and he had his head down, making him look a little downcast.
Wen Nanxi: ...
She knew who it was.
Pursing her lips, Wen Nanxi finally decided to go downstairs to take a look.
Although she didn't want to see Fu Ci Yan, what if this guy stayed at the door until morning and her grandparents saw her? She wouldn't be able to explain herself.
Wen Nanxi tiptoed downstairs, afraid of waking up her family, and walked out with an umbrella.
Fu Ci Yan, leaning against the car, was like a statue, not moving at all.
It was not until he heard the voice that he raised his head, revealing his pale and bloodless face. The moment he saw Wen Nanxi, light burst into his eyes again.
Missing, guilt, self-blame, love.
Countless emotions flowed through his heart.
"Why are you awake? Did I wake you up?"
Fu Ci Yan's throat moved up and down, and he looked greedily at the woman holding an umbrella in front of him.
She was wearing warm yellow home clothes and a coat. Perhaps because she was a little cold, she curled her hands into her sleeves, with only three fingers showing as she held the umbrella.
The warm yellow street light shone on her body, giving her hair a halo of light, making her beauty seem unreal.
When Wen Nanxi saw Fu Ci Yan's face again, he felt indescribable.
She stood not far from Fu Ciyan and frowned slightly:
"Why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Perhaps sensing the impatience in Wen Nanxi's tone, Fu Ciyan felt inexplicably nervous.
"I missed you a little, so I came to see you, but I didn't want to disturb you."
Wen Nanxi lowered his eyes:
"I've disturbed you. You should go back. I don't want to see you now."
"Nanxi..."
Wen Nanxi took a step back and avoided his hand:
"Fu Ciyan, I'm living a good life here now. I have grandparents who love me, uncles and aunts who treat me like their own daughter, and a brother who dotes on me. Could you please stop bothering me?"
There was a coldness in her words, colder than the December rain.
Fu Ci Yan felt as if his heart was being pulled apart and pierced by countless needles, causing him so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
"Nanxi...you really don't want me anymore?"
His eyes were red and his voice was trembling. The rain seemed to be getting heavier. Raindrops kept rolling down his hair. He looked as miserable as an abandoned dog.
Wen Nanxi sighed, suppressed the surging emotions, and said slowly:
"Fu Ci Yan, I loved you before. The Fu Ci Yan I loved was proud, strategic, and always noble. But now you're like this, I feel like I don't know you anymore. You're hurting yourself to make me soft-hearted. Isn't this a form of coercion? Do you really want to force me?"
Fu Ciyan's pupils trembled: "I..."
He had to admit that he had such a despicable idea.
As long as Wen Nanxi can stay by his side, he would be willing to die.
He can give up everything except her.
"I don't want to force you, but I don't want to lose you either."
Wen Nanxi sighed slightly:
"You can't have it all, Fu Ciyan. I haven't been happy this year. If I continue to be with you, I won't be happy either."
"No."
Fu Ciyan's voice was a little anxious:
"I will give you everything I have and listen to you, okay?"
Seeing him so humble, Wen Nanxi felt a sense of depression in her chest.
She really didn't want the two of them to get to this point.
"Then can you give me some time? I really don't want to see you. You cheated on me, and I need time to reconcile."
Fu Ci Yan's outstretched hand finally fell to his side.
"How long is that?"
Wen Nanxi pondered for a moment:
"If it's fast, it'll be one to two years, and if it's slow, it'll be three to five years. Of course, if you want to come to your senses and want a divorce, we can meet anytime."
"Oh……"
He laughed miserably: "Is this a death sentence?"
Wen Nanxi remained silent.
It's not exactly the death penalty, it's suspended death penalty.
Fu Ciyan's current feelings towards her are just driven by possessiveness. How much does he love her? Probably not much.
If you really love her, you won't lie to her like that and watch her sad and broken.
Fu Ciyan didn't wait for an answer, lowered his head, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Then you... take care of yourself, okay?"
Wen Nanxi subconsciously placed her other hand on her lower abdomen, her eyes gentle.
"I will, and so will you. Your family certainly won't want to see you so depressed."
How could she not take care of herself?
She is not alone now. There is a little life in her belly. It is her expectation and an existence connected to her by blood.
For the sake of her baby, she will take good care of herself and accompany her as she grows up.
Fu Ci Yan couldn't take his eyes off Wen Nanxi's gentle expression.
He knew that Wen Nanxi was living a good life now, even better than when she was with him...
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