026 | Chapter Twenty-Six - Did you hear that?
—I love you, Xiaoyue.
Diaz, dressed in a suit, strode quickly down the corridor, seemingly never having felt so alive. It was as if he had instantly aged at least twenty years, as energetic as a young man.
He was single-mindedly focused on seeing the woman who had transformed him.
"Xiaoyue!"
He pushed open the ward door with a bang, his face a mixture of excitement and worry.
The morning light carried a hint of chill, stirring the white curtains. The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and a faint scent of gauze. The person on the bed, pale-faced and wearing an oxygen mask, slowly turned their head upon hearing his voice, their blue eyes showing a mixture of exhaustion and shock.
"Di...yas...?" Her weak voice sounded as if it might be blown away by the wind at any moment, but her eyes were covered with a layer of water, which kept rolling under the white light.
"Are you...are you alright?" Tears welled up in her eyes, large as beans, rolling down one by one, soaking the sheets.
Seeing her tears, Diaz felt a tightness in his chest. He rushed forward and took her hand, his voice softening considerably, "Shh...shh...don't talk."
"I'm here... and you're here too. It's all alright now, don't cry." His rough hands gently touched her cheeks, and his cool lips pressed hard against her forehead, lingering there for a long time.
"Does anything hurt? What do you need? I'll get it for you." Diaz cupped Xiaoyue's face, his brown eyes glistening with tears, his trembling fingertips conveying the excitement of regaining what he had lost and finding hope again.
She was connected to many tubes, and the rhythmic hum of the machinery sounded like the countdown of a time bomb. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Xiaoyue pulled off her oxygen mask, her eyes already red.
"I...I saw...those suicide notes..." Xiaoyue gripped his fingertips tightly, her voice hoarse and her pale face almost transparent, as if she might faint at any moment due to emotional distress.
"You said you were going to die... and that you left me money to arrange for Mark to go abroad, and also for those gang affairs... I'm not sure I can handle it..."
"Don't die... please don't leave me, Diaz..."
The more she spoke, the tighter she gripped his hand, until her knuckles turned white.
But he didn't rush to defend himself. He just lowered his eyes, his expression full of tenderness and happiness. Seeing her so worried, the corners of his mouth curved deeper and deeper.
"Stupid woman, I'm not going to die."
"You can't...you can't just abandon her like this after what happened to Mary—" Xiaoyue kept babbling on, tears streaming down her face, her sobbing appearance heartbreaking.
But in the next second...
She froze, her brows furrowed.
"you say……"
"What?"
Her tears lingered on her cheeks, her blue eyes wide and round, like a blue sky washed clean by water, blinking like the fluttering of butterfly wings.
"What do you mean, 'not dead'?"
...Can something like this be something where you can just die or not die at will?
But Diaz didn't rush to explain. He simply moved his arms, bracing himself on either side of her, and slowly moved closer, finally pressing her back onto the bed and burying his face between her slender neck.
Then, like a large dog, it gently nuzzled against her, its steady breath falling on her skin, so warm it made her hold her breath.
Xiaoyue calmed down as his actions subsided, her initial agitation gradually softening. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his broad chest. Although her doubts remained, nearly seven months had passed...
She couldn't even remember the last time they had hugged each other like this.
The steady heartbeat, like the beating of a drum, traveled through the fabric to her ears, proving that she was still alive and full of energy.
At this moment, the tears I held back were no longer tears of sadness, but rather a feeling of being moved after the storm, carrying a healing warmth that spread like ripples from my heart.
"I'm perfectly healthy... it's just that some bastard made me think I was going to die."
After a long while, his voice finally broke into a hoarse tone, tinged with a rare sob, the softest she had ever seen him in.
But such earth-shattering news was too much for someone who had just woken up from the brink of death to process. He could only let Diaz wrap him in his arms, and the only thing he could feel was a long-lost sense of "peace of mind".
However, this sense of security did not linger in my heart for long.
After confirming that Diaz was really alright, she remembered that she had fainted because her water broke and had been rushed to the hospital for a cesarean section.
"...Where are the children?" she asked anxiously, her voice tinged with guilt, after all, he didn't even remember how he got to the hospital.
Not to mention, she couldn't even get off the iron plate that she almost produced.
Diaz seemed to notice her emotions, slowly raised his head, and placed a kiss on her cheek. His eyes were filled with an intense and unwavering infatuation, and his rough fingertips brushed against her skin, which was gradually regaining its color.
"The babies are still in incubators because they were premature." His voice was low, as if hoping to give her strength in this way. "But they are all doing well. I'll take you to see them once you've regained your strength."
"...Never mind, let's watch it now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed eager to share it with Xiaoyue, and picked up the phone, saying in a deep voice, "Go to the nursery, I need to see the twins, turn on video call."
A few minutes later, Xiaoyue and Diaz sat together on the edge of the bed. She endured the sharp pain in her lower abdomen, staring intently at the swaying screen, and finally saw—
Two tiny figures lay in their respective incubators, even more rounded and adorable than she had imagined. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she felt a pang of regret for not having witnessed their birth firsthand.
But the fact that they survived healthy is the greatest blessing for their mother.
"Look how amazing you are... to have given birth to such a beautiful child of mine." Diaz gently kissed the top of her head, put his arm around her shoulder, and looked at her with pride in his eyes. "And... they're twins."
"Having a boy and a girl at once, I really struck gold," he chuckled in a low voice, wiping away Xiaoyue's tears that were about to fall. "Or is it because my offspring are just too amazing?"
Hearing his words, Xiaoyue was amused by his half-joking tone, and her tears turned to laughter as she echoed, "Yes..."
"It's because Diaz is so amazing... that she has the ability to make me so happy, willing to be a woman of the underworld."
Upon hearing this, Diaz suddenly burst into laughter, slapping his thigh repeatedly.
The atmosphere at this moment seemed to be filled with the sweetest candy, so sweet that it made one's heart soften and one wanted to taste more, as if the suffering endured over the past few months was no longer worth mentioning.
But soon, he stopped smiling, gripped Xiaoyue's fingertips tightly, and looked at her with utmost seriousness.
"Wife, listen carefully."
Faced with his sudden serious attitude, Xiaoyue also stopped smiling and looked back at him cautiously.
I never expected what he said next...
She will never forget it.
"...Xiaoyue".
I love you.
Her eyes widened, as if time itself had stopped moving and everything had ceased to function.
"I finally understand. I never wanted to use you as a 'tool,' or even as an 'appendage' of me as a mafia godfather..." Diaz's tone was very serious, as if he were sitting at a negotiating table.
"All of this... is because you've already taken over my heart and become the boss there."
"Although I've never believed in love..." He chuckled softly, but his eyes were full of doting affection.
"But because of you, I'm willing to make an exception this time."
Diaz's fingertips slowly reached out to her, gently brushing through her long, black hair, and lightly stroking the back of her head. "Perhaps I'll only say this once..."
The distance between the two gradually shortened, until their breaths almost mingled.
"But I really..."
"His mom loves you to death."
That kiss felt unfamiliar.
Because it was a tenderness she had never experienced before, she was so careful, as if she might disappear into the wind at any moment.
Yet it is also the most sincere and touching kiss, the sweetest fruit after expressing love openly.
However--
On the other hand, the border on the east bank.
In that damp and dark corner, the man wearing the Halloween mask finally took off his disguise, his bright orange short hair swaying in the wind.
"Macheo! Didn't you tell me that drug would work?" A sharp voice rang out from the shadows, and thick smoke billowed from the red lips, obscuring the true face.
"It should be useful, but nobody knew Diaz would be so tenacious." Marcheo tossed aside the mask in his hand, letting the dirty water soak it, and shrugged indifferently.
"Now that it seems he's not sick, this place has to be abandoned too," he added.
"Hmph! I don't care about all that! I want Diaz to be my man!" the woman growled resentfully, her stiletto heels clicking on the damp ground.
Then, she gently stroked her protruding belly and gave a sinister smile.
"...I believe it will happen soon, right?"
"Baby."
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