"Song Yan, don't sleep! You'll get sick if you cry yourself to sleep. Wash your face first." Wei Aiguo woke up Song Yan, who was almost asleep.
Her eyes felt dry and uncomfortable. Song Yan pulled a cool towel over her eyes. The cool towel chased away most of her sleepiness. After venting, Song Yan's bad mood also disappeared. Now she could think much more rationally. Wei Aiguo hated her because of the original owner's sins, so she couldn't blame Wei Aiguo. Through observing him over the past two months, she found that Wei Aiguo was a responsible person, a grateful person, and a magnanimous person. Even when his nose was bleeding profusely, he didn't lose his temper. The red welts on his arms and shoulders were quite noticeable. They were all from being hit with a feather duster. He didn't cry out in pain or flinch, letting her hit him to her heart's content. Before, Song Yan thought she would be subjected to domestic violence by Wei Aiguo, but in the end, Wei Aiguo didn't lay a hand on her. She never expected to be beaten up by herself today.
The towel had already been warmed up, and Song Yan was about to take it off and rinse it with cold water. Wei Aiguo immediately took the towel, soaked it in cold water, wrung it out, and handed it back to Song Yan.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you. Does it hurt a lot?" This was Song Yan's motto in both his past and present lives: if you know you're wrong, you must admit it. Song Yan knew without a doubt that Wei Aiguo had no intention of fighting back. Otherwise, even if Song Yan were tied up with Wei Aiguo, he wouldn't be able to defeat him with just one hand.
Wei Aiguo raised his arm. Two red welts on his arm were already bleeding slightly. "You really hit me!"
Admitting her mistake was Song Yan's bottom line; there was no way she would beg for forgiveness in a lowly manner. "If you feel you've been wronged, you can fight back; I won't say a word."
Wei Aiguo sighed. "I married a wife because I wanted to live a good life with her. I don't want to beat her."
"Hmph! You wanted to hit me the day you framed me for being pregnant. Did you think I couldn't tell?" Nobody would believe he wouldn't hit his wife.
"You said you have someone you like and you want to remain chaste for him. You said it, didn't you? Any man would mind this." Wei Aiguo letting Song Yan hit him didn't mean he thought Song Yan was right; he just wanted her to vent her anger.
The original owner of this body was so incredibly stupid that Song Yan couldn't deny that he hadn't said it. "I, I, didn't I already say that I was just scared? I was just making things up."
"You promised my mother you would live a good life from now on. You also promised me you would live a good life with me. You said all of that, right?"
Song Yan suddenly wondered how Wei Aiguo could have such a good memory. How annoying. "This was before you told me about the divorce."
“You know what obligations you should fulfill now that we’re married. We’re still so unfamiliar with each other, yet we’re doing the most intimate things. You’re scared. That’s what you said after I filed for divorce. We’ve been sleeping on this same bed for over two months now. Can’t we be considered strangers?” Wei Aiguo said all of Song Yan’s words.
His gaze was intensely aggressive as he stared at Song Yan. Song Yan was somewhat frightened. "You mind He Jianian's matter, otherwise you wouldn't have had him beaten up. Are you planning to live with me for the rest of your life with this kind of resentment?"
"Didn't you say you were still a virgin, a virgin? Are you lying to me?" Wei Aiguo felt uncomfortable looking at Song Yan's messy hair, so he reached out and gently smoothed Song Yan's hair.
Song Yan felt humiliated to admit that she was a virgin. The original owner of this body had indeed been very well-behaved and hadn't done anything out of line.
Song Yan's silence made Wei Aiguo's heart tighten, but he felt he should make his thoughts clear at this moment. "Whatever happened in the past is in the past. I'm looking at the future. Let's live our lives well!"
Song Yan was surprised that Wei Aiguo would think this way. His thick eyebrows, straight nose, dark and deep eyes, and resolute face... he was undeniably masculine. Song Yan was somewhat mesmerized. Wei Aiguo moved closer to her, and seeing that she didn't resist, he gently pulled her into his arms. It wasn't until she felt Wei Aiguo's body heat that Song Yan snapped out of her daze. How did things escalate from divorce to trying to make it work? Song Yan abruptly pulled away from Wei Aiguo's embrace. "Wait, things are so chaotic today, let me think. I need to think this through." Could she accept Wei Aiguo? And what about Li Yuanzhao in the future!
"It's too late now, lie down and think it over!" Wei Aiguo blew out the oil lamp and kept his distance from Song Yan. The room was plunged into darkness.
Song Yan wanted to think it over, but she was too tired. A little while later, Wei Aiguo heard her even breathing; she had fallen asleep… Since Song Yan said she needed to think it over, it meant she didn't just hate this family. Song Yan's love for the children was genuine. With her there, both children would be happy. If he hadn't brought up divorce a second time, perhaps her attitude wouldn't be like this now. Wei Aiguo felt he had brought trouble upon himself. And what about the car accident she mentioned earlier? He forgot to ask her!
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