On Xiyue Island, the slightly salty sea breeze sways the white gauze curtains in the hall, and the setting sun outside the window casts an orange glow on the ground.
In the hall, a woman in a white silk dress was quietly arranging flowers. The position of each flower in the blue and white porcelain vase was carefully arranged, full of Chinese aesthetics.
Opposite her, on a huge projection monitor, two little boys were playing together on the beach. The older one was about five or six years old, and the younger one was about three years old. They were chubby and were spraying water everywhere with water guns.
After arranging the flowers, Nanxi looked around before asking the people around her, "Xiaoyu, what day is it today?"
"Madam, it's the 28th. The young master will be able to come and see you again tomorrow morning." Xiaoyu answered respectfully.
"Yes, the little dragon cub will be here tomorrow. Go and prepare some of his favorite food."
After Xiaoyu left and she was the only one left in the living room, the undercurrent in the woman's eyes slowly began to unfold.
It’s been three years. Tomorrow is the little dragon’s third birthday. Everything should be over.
Three years ago today, she suddenly slipped while going to the bathroom, and her amniotic fluid broke. She almost lost the baby and suffered heavy bleeding. At the critical moment of her life, she saw her Dailong, who was looking for her everywhere, his eyes red with anxiety and he was unconscious.
At that moment, her desire to survive reached its peak, and all the strength and courage in her life overflowed.
She told herself that even if the King of Hell himself came to take her away, she would still fight.
It was too little time. She had spent too little time with Dailong. She hadn't enjoyed his love enough, and hadn't seen the birth of the little dragon she had been waiting for for so long. How could she die?
The moment the child was born safely, she was already exhausted and could hear nothing except the crying of the little dragon cub and the voice of Balu calling his wife.
When I woke up, it was already the third day.
Cha Mu said the child was not in good condition and was sent to a top medical center outside the island, where a professional team was treating and caring for him. He showed her the surveillance footage.
Looking at that little meat ball, his eyes and eyebrows looked very much like his father, just as handsome, and he couldn't stop crying.
This is her and Balu's child, a child born out of love and expectation.
"Dailong, our baby looks like you..."
This was the first sentence she wanted to say when she saw the child, but she could only keep it in her heart and wait for the day they met again to tell him.
Nanxi saw the child a month after he was born. He was very small and cried very loudly. When he smelled his mother's scent, he kept snuggling into her arms.
However, Cha Mu asked the doctor to give her milk-suppressing medicine from the beginning because her body was injured during childbirth and she was unable to breastfeed her child.
Nanxi fed him milk powder and looked at the little dragon cub wolfing down the food. Her longing for her husband and her hatred for Cha Mu reached a peak at the same time.
Cha Mu gave the baby several names, all with the surname Nan.
Nanxi watched coldly, and finally tore the paper that was handed to her into pieces.
"My child is called Ba Chuang, you don't need to worry about him."
The word "break through" represents her unyielding resistance to fate and all her hopes for her son. She hopes that he can be as upright, strong and fearless as his father.
Cha Mu got very angry that time and smashed the whole bedroom. He was so depressed that he almost wanted to kill someone. At that moment, Xiaoyu came in and said that it was Onishan who waxed the floor, which caused Nanxi to slip.
In a fit of rage, Cha Mu walked out with a gun in hand, regardless of the fact that she was the sister of his savior.
Nanxi was still sitting on the bed, calmly burping the baby, as if nothing had happened, but her pair of eyes, distinctly black and white, were frighteningly cold.
When he came back, he was covered in blood. He snatched the little dragon cub, asked someone to stop Nanxi, and walked out without looking back.
Later, she threatened to commit suicide, and Cha Mu finally gave in and allowed her to see the child through surveillance every day. However, she could only see him twice a month as punishment and the price for her challenging him.
She resisted at first, but Cha Mu was really a madman, and he held the little dragon cub in his hand, so she had to compromise. And so, three years passed.
Over the past three years, she has thought of countless ways, but none of them worked. Fortunately, Xiaoyu covered for her and she was able to get away with it. It is also possible that Cha Mu discovered her and was sure that she could not escape, so he turned a blind eye and let her play the escape game. In short, as long as she did not make too much trouble, Cha Mu would let her do whatever she wanted.
Dadada——
The sound of leisurely footsteps interrupted Nanxi's thoughts. She knew that the man had returned.
"Xixi. Come and take a look. This is the birthday present I bought for A Chuang." Cha Mu excitedly asked someone to come in carrying several large boxes. After putting them down, those people left quickly, leaving them alone.
Nanxi glanced back but didn't move. "Didn't I tell you not to buy him so many dangerous toys? He beat Haohao's face up yesterday and it was swollen. Even though I was letting him off, he kept pushing it further."
Nanxi looked at those highly realistic toy sniper rifles and spoke unhappily.
"It's normal for boys to fight. Daozi went back and beat Haohao because he thought he was incompetent and got his face swollen by a kid younger than him." Cha Mu didn't think much of it. He seemed to have adapted to this way of communication. Sometimes he even felt in a trance, as if he and she were just an ordinary couple living here.
He watched Ah Chuang grow up, from the rejection at first, to the acceptance later, and then to the mixed feelings when the child called him "uncle" for the first time.
In fact, the child was calling him "Dad" at first, but Nanxi slapped him without hesitation and told him that he already had a father.
That day, he dragged her into the bedroom and pressed her on the bed. She refused to let go, so stubborn and crazy, smiling at him, a creepy smile. The child was crying heartbreakingly outside. He finally broke the bed guard with a punch. He didn't come back for a week and got drunk every day, but he couldn't get rid of her. The more he loved her, the more he couldn't get rid of her.
"Let's eat." Nanxi didn't say anything else. She walked to the restaurant coldly, sat down and started eating.
She ate very quietly and elegantly, hardly speaking a word.
Cha Mu watched her eat quietly, and after taking a few bites, he put down his cutlery.
"What's wrong?" the man frowned and asked.
"I'm stuffed."
"Eat more, you're too thin." His tone was filled with heartache, but the woman opposite seemed unaware.
"No, I feel uncomfortable if I eat too much at night." Nanxi shook her head, then looked at him, "You eat, I have something to tell you after you finish eating."
Cha Mu put down his cutlery and said, "I've eaten outside. I wanted to eat with you, but since you don't want to eat, I'll leave."
He raised his hand and had the food removed before speaking again, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"I want to leave. It's been three years. You lost, didn't you?"
Cha Mu raised his eyebrows, with no expression on his face, but his hands were rubbing back and forth on the high-grade mahogany dining table. This was a small gesture he made to control his emotions when he was extremely angry.
After several minutes, he raised his hand and lazily touched his ear, "Baby, am I spoiling you too much?"
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