Wen Dajun stood outside Yin Chunmei's house for a long time before leaving.
Yin Chunmei is timid, but not stupid.
Today she was frightened, and her own tolerance and feelings for herself made her unaware of anything.
Maybe she'll figure it out tomorrow.
Wen Dajun wants a son and a wife.
He was willing to gamble, betting on Yin Chunmei's reluctance to bear it.
He wasn't afraid of losing the bet anymore.
If he loses the bet, he loses his life. But with that life, he'll take all those damned people with him.
He will take away all those who have designs on Yin Chao and those who have bothered Chunmei.
So that the mother and son could live a peaceful life.
Even if I lose this life, it's worth it.
Wen Dajun understood and walked home with a sense of relief.
He hasn't taken care of himself these past few days.
I went back and washed up properly, and shaved my beard clean.
I found a new outfit and put it on the bedside table. I'll wear it tomorrow morning.
...
Wen Dajun sat on the bed and waited quietly.
He got nervous when he heard footsteps at the door, not knowing what awaited him.
Yin Chunmei pushed open the door and was taken aback to see Wen Dajun looking so clean and tidy, unlike his previous disheveled appearance.
"They're here!" Wen Dajun said with a smile.
Yin Chunmei put down the lunchbox, took out Wen Dajun's bowls and plates, and poured out the food. "I won't be coming anymore!"
Wen Dajun paused for a moment, then took a bite of the dish. "This dish is really delicious!"
Your last meal was a gift to me; it's good to be able to die well-fed!
So they lost the bet after all!
"You lied to me before, and now you're lying to me again, aren't you?" Yin Chunmei was genuinely angry.
"I wanted to lie to you before, to make you feel sorry for me."
Last night I couldn't resist, I gambled.
If I win the bet, I'll have a wife and a son.
If I lose the bet, I can afford to lose!
"This food is delicious!" Wen Dajun ate heartily, no longer dawdling like he had yesterday.
After finishing his meal, Wen Dajun washed the lunchbox clean and handed it to Yin Chunmei. "Go back now!"
Seeing Wen Dajun so neatly arranged and smiling made her feel particularly uneasy.
Yin Chunmei knew that Wen Dajun was also particularly stubborn.
Otherwise, how could he have never given up on himself all these years? "What are your plans for the future?"
"Xiuer, either agree to live with me, or don't ask any questions at all!"
"You don't need to worry about the future." Wen Dajun tried to tidy up a strand of her hair that had fallen down. His hand approached Yin Chunmei, and she took a step back.
Yin Chunmei couldn't quite describe her feelings, so she simply sat down on the edge of the bed.
Wen Dajun didn't say anything and just stayed with her silently.
long time……
Yin Chunmei: "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I'll marry you!" Wen Dajun said.
"I will not marry you," Yin Chunmei said very seriously.
"Okay!" Wen Dajun replied with a simple "okay!" and that was it.
"You...you tell me what you plan to do in the future!" Yin Chunmei, who never lost her temper with Wen Dajun, couldn't hold back today.
"Are you afraid that Yin Chao isn't my son, and that he doesn't deserve to call me Dad?"
Xiuer! You feel sorry for Yin Chao, but you also hate him, don't you? This is what Wen Dajun figured out last night.
Regardless of whether he was her son or not, she was willing to acknowledge him and let him call her "Dad." Everything would be resolved then. But Chunmei had remained at odds with him for so many years.
Yin Chunmei never felt that she disliked her son, but...
“When I get close to you, I can’t help but call you Xiu’er. Actually, you’re not Yin Xiu anymore. Your name is Yin Chunmei. You’ve started a new life. So has Yin Chao.” Wen Dajun couldn’t help but hold her hand. “When I’m here, I’ll protect you from those irrelevant people. When I’m not here, those irrelevant people won’t be able to bother you.”
"Brother Dajun, I don't want to think about anything else, just please be okay?" Yin Chunmei pleaded.
Wen Dajun didn't say anything, he just patted her hand.
The two remained silent for a long time.
Yin Chunmei: "Brother Dajun, I just can't get over that hurdle in my heart."
Yin Chao is your son, and he treats you like a stepfather. I feel sorry for him.
If he weren't your son, he wouldn't deserve to be treated as your father.
You're right, I'm afraid he's that beast's son, so I..."
“If you marry me, he should call me uncle!” Wen Dajun said, feeling that he was absolutely right. “You don’t need to think about any of those things!”
Because of Wen Dajun's words, Yin Chunmei didn't know what to think.
Suddenly, Yin Chunmei asked, "If I still don't agree to get married, what will you do?"
Wen Dajun's previous talk about not wanting to live was just talk; he didn't actually intend to do it. He didn't actually intend to do anything about it. He just kept quiet about what he truly planned to do.
Wen Dajun avoided the topic, "Can Yin Chao call me uncle?"
"I don't know!" Yin Chunmei said.
Previously, they were firmly opposed; now they hesitate—that's progress.
"Things aren't as simple as you think. If you marry me, people will say that the woman you married was... You might as well marry a widow and live a quiet life!"
You'll be talked about for the rest of your life...
Wen Dajun then slipped his hand inside Yin Chunmei's clothes.
Chunmei is soft-hearted; if he were pregnant, she definitely wouldn't be able to bear an abortion. What would happen then?
Wen Dajun knew that his thoughts were despicable.
She has her own conscience, and she never blames herself!
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