Ignoring Chunlu's attempts to stop her, Shu Yao weakly got out of bed and walked unsteadily to Huo Jingsha's side, her face completely cold. "Huo Jingsha, let me go. I won't stay here and get in your way. Actually, I regret it. Even if I died, I shouldn't have believed your sweet talk and shouldn't have come back with you. You're a heartless and ungrateful man who has fallen in love with another woman. You can just say it openly. I, You Shu Yao, don't have the habit of clinging on. Why did you have to put on this show with everyone? Aren't you tired? I'm tired for you! There's a whole world out there, there's always a place for me. Give me Xiaobao. I don't need anything but him. Give Xiaobao back to me..."
She screamed hysterically, all the emotions that had been building up for two days bursting out in an instant. She grabbed Huo Jingsha's sleeves with both hands, as if she wanted to tear him apart. She was in a frenzied state, screaming and shaking him violently back and forth.
Huo Jingsha's sharp gaze fell on her. While she was still throwing a tantrum and refusing to let it go, he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. The slap made Shu Yao stagger, and she calmed down. The burning pain spread from her cheek to her entire face. At this moment, her heart completely cooled down!
She finally believed that Huo Jingsha no longer loved her. Before, he would never hit her, and he would even say a harsh word to her. He was a ruthless demon outside, but a docile cat at home, always obedient and compliant to her every whim. But now... this slap seemed to shatter her heart, destroying the last vestige of her affection, and leaving it forever unrepaired.
Staring at his face, she seemed to see Huo Jingsha again, the one who could kill her without mercy. Yes! That was the expression—cold, tyrannical, and cruel!
"I told you, Yuefang is my lawfully wedded wife, so I don't need to hide my love for her. Since you won't pester me, then recover your health as soon as possible and leave. It would be bad luck if you accidentally died in my house. If you dare to speak recklessly again and say anything that could damage my relationship with my wife, don't blame me for being impolite. This slap today is just a small lesson for you. My sleeves, Huo Jingsha's sleeves, are not for just anyone to touch."
Okay, okay, very good! She'll remember this slap. Did they think she liked it? She wouldn't even want it if they gave it to her again.
“Fine, if I touch you again, I’ll chop off my own hand.” Shu Yao stubbornly raised her chin. “From now on, who you love is none of my business. Give me Xiao Bao, and I’ll leave immediately. I won’t die in your mansion. That’s my only request. Don’t you and Yue Fang already have Xiao Bao? I only want the Xiao Bao that belongs to me.”
Shu Yao's eyes were filled with determination, as if she had already made up her mind.
The atmosphere froze. Chunlu's face remained turned towards the wall, and she didn't turn around. Yuefang also kept her head down, silent. After a long while, Huo Jingsha's indifferent voice rang out again, "You Shuyao, you are a widow with no children. Xiaobao is only one person, and that is my and Yuefang's child!"
Shu Yao looked up at the man in front of her, her mind gradually clearing. No matter what others said, she was Shu Yao, Xiao Bao's mother, Huo Jing Sha's former wife. She was not crazy. Although everyone said she was mentally unstable, her mind was clear. No matter how exhausted she was, no matter how everyone tried to erase her past, she was determined to stick to her beliefs.
She had to be strong, because Xiao Bao must have been hidden by Huo Jingsha. A living, breathing life that came from her womb—she couldn't possibly be so mentally deranged as to believe he didn't exist.
She'll leave without looking back as long as you give her Xiaobao, but don't even think about it before that!
Day and night, she frantically searched the mansion for her son, leaving no corner unchecked. Now she realized how vast the Huo mansion truly was; her own Biyue Residence was merely a tiny, insignificant corner within it. But no matter how much she screamed, how many times she called Xiaobao's name, her son remained unresponsive, as if he had vanished into thin air.
Nevertheless, she suppressed her anxiety and unease, and tirelessly searched room after room.
"Someone tell me, where have you hidden my child? Give Xiaobao back to me, please! I only want Xiaobao, I only want Xiaobao!"
After searching every corner of the Huo mansion without finding her son, Shu Yao suffered a mental breakdown. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless. Exhausted, she could barely lift her feet, relying solely on willpower to keep going like a wandering soul. But as she walked... as she walked... her body slumped weakly to her knees, despair overwhelming her. She looked up at the moon in the sky and found it as white and bright as ever, unlike the gloom and dizziness she felt at that moment.
"Moon, you stand so high, you must be able to see everything clearly. Please light my way, okay? Please tell me... what exactly happened? And why did they do this to me?" Shu Yaojin murmured softly, seemingly pleading. Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the silver moon in the sky, her eyes blurry with tears and filled with endless sorrow.
Everything from the past is gone like smoke in the wind; it can never be returned to.
Spring green, summer red, autumn moon, winter snow, will never protect her again. Xu Chang and Yue Ping also treat her as an insignificant stranger. Even Huo Jingsha, is she already sleeping sweetly with Yue Fang in her arms?
Little Bao, where are you? Mother is so lonely, so alone. She is all alone now, all by herself, with no one to rely on. She... has lost the courage to continue living.
Shu Yao's expression was numb, and no more tears could flow from her eyes.
One day, two days, three days and three nights passed, and she became increasingly depressed.
Everyone in the manor kept their distance from her, and even Chunlu and the others had disappeared. The courtyard where Xiaobao used to live was now inhabited by a fake Xiaobao. There wasn't a single thing she had ever bought for her son—clothes, shoes, toys; all that remained were items belonging to Yuefang's son.
So who exactly is the fake Xiaobao? Shu Yao's memory is distorted; is it the one in Yue Fang's arms, or the one from her own memory?
The more she thought about it, the more her head ached. It seemed there was some important information deep in her memory that she had forgotten. Why did the image of Huo Jingsha holding her and crying keep appearing in her mind? He kept repeating one sentence... "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Yao'er... I'm sorry..."
Why did he keep apologizing to her, and why did he cry? Would Huo Jingsha cry? And for her sake?
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