Chapter 63 Chapter 63 What on earth is he trying to achieve?
In the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, sunlight pours in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside the windows is the familiar river view of W City.
Yu Sixie tried to explain her past experiences to Xitong in the most concise and gentle way possible.
The silver fork in his hand fell onto the plate with a clang. Xitong's eyes widened in shock, as if he had heard something out of the ordinary.
"so……"
She took a while to process what she was saying before finally speaking with difficulty, her voice a little distorted. "Not only did I give birth to a child... I was pregnant before marriage? We... have a child?"
She pointed at herself, then at Yu Sixie, with a look of "How is this possible?" written all over her face.
Yu Sixie looked at Xi Tong with an expression of disbelief, as if her worldview had been overturned, and felt sad and a little funny.
He nodded, his tone affirmative: "Yes, we have a son named Xizhi, he is very smart."
"You gave me this name, which means 'stop', to stop this relationship. I must have been really miserable back then..."
Xi Tong fell into an even longer silence, his brow furrowed, as if he was frantically digesting and reorganizing this explosive information.
She looked down at the scar on her lower abdomen, then looked up at the extremely handsome man opposite her with a strong aura.
Suddenly, she raised her head from her deep thought, her face extremely serious and incredible:
"So what you're saying is... I slept with you when I was nineteen?!"
"Puff—cough cough cough..."
Yu Sixie, who was drinking water, choked and turned his head to cough violently, his ears even feeling hot.
He finally caught his breath and looked at Xitong's serious expression as she waited for his answer, and finally couldn't help but laugh softly.
A deep and pleasant laugh vibrated in his chest, filled with helplessness and great doting.
Yu Sixie rubbed his brow with his hand, the smile in his eyes almost overflowing: "Miss Xi, your focus... is always so different."
What's the weird point of this?
Shouldn't he be shocked that he got married and had children at such a young age?
This is the first thing she worries about?
Hearing Yu Sixie's smile, Xitong seemed to realize that she had asked a stupid question. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. She picked up the juice and took a sip to cover up her embarrassment.
But inexplicably, because of this little episode, the estrangement and strangeness between the two people caused by amnesia seemed to have melted away a lot.
The following conversation was unexpectedly smooth and easy.
Yu Sixie was very good at steering the conversation, and Xi Tong's occasional sharp student-like comments and wild ideas always made him feel fresh and interesting.
The atmosphere between them was natural and harmonious, as if some tacit understanding deep in their souls had not completely disappeared.
The plates gradually emptied and the sunlight grew warmer.
However, after the initial shock and brief laughter, the huge loss and sadness stood out coldly and hard like a reef exposed after the tide receded.
Xitong turned her head and looked out the window.
Downstairs is the bustling street of W City, and further away is the winding river.
She was actually very familiar with the buffet restaurant in this hotel.
When she was little, her mother would occasionally bring her here as a reward for good grades on her exams.
She would wear a pretty little dress, sit by the window, and get lots of delicious food, and then the mother and daughter would finish the sweet shrimp piled on the plate together...
The warmth that was once within reach is now separated from us forever.
Her parents...are already dead.
Although she had a vague sense of foreboding deep in her heart when she discovered that she had lost her memory and her relatives had "disappeared" -
With the parents being so addicted to gambling and spending money extravagantly, this family will be completely drained sooner or later, and something bad will almost be inevitable.
But when her guess was confirmed, the sharp pain and huge emptiness were still so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
The scenery outside the window remains the same. This city records all the happiness and sorrow of young Xitong, but now everything and people have changed.
She silently withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and unconsciously poked the remaining food on the plate with her fork, trying to hide the instantly red eyes and the surging, silent grief.
After the bubble of happiness dissipates, the reality left behind is so heavy and desolate.
…
The sunlight quietly shines on the dining table, and the coffee in the cup has become slightly cold.
After Yu Sixie had roughly told what he could about the past, he stopped talking and just looked at Xi Tong quietly, giving her enough time to digest all this incredible stuff.
He didn't try to get closer, nor did he touch her aggressively like Wen Yanming did.
He even leaned back slightly, keeping a reassuring, polite distance from her.
The man's posture was relaxed, his eyes were gentle and focused, without any sense of coercion.
"So," Yu Sixie began, his voice low and steady, full of respect, "this is the current situation. I know all this is difficult for you to accept, and it's very... unfamiliar."
He paused, looking into Xitong's eyes, and his tone became more serious.
"I don't want to put any pressure on you. Miss Xi, what do you want to do now? What kind of relationship do you want us to maintain for the time being? Or, what do you want me to do?"
He completely and honestly handed the choice to Xitong.
This style, completely different from Wen Yanming's step-by-step pressing and forced arrangements, surprised Xitong, but also made her feel relieved.
My tense nerves relaxed a little unconsciously, and my vigilance towards him due to his "strangeness" also faded a little.
Good feelings grow quietly.
Xitong was silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the slightly cool wall of the cup.
He raised his head, met Yu Sixie's sincere and patient gaze, and finally spoke softly, with a hint of uncertainty and tentativeness: "I... I think... I should go back with you first."
Saying this seemed to have taken a lot of courage from "Eighteen-year-old Xitong".
She paused, an extremely strange and unbelievable expression on her face, as if she were telling a joke that had nothing to do with her.
"Although... I still can't imagine that I'm the CEO of some kind of group... super rich... and..."
Her voice lowered, with a dreamy trance, "...and a child."
This huge change in identity and life process was even more bizarre than the most absurd dream for her.
Yu Sixie nodded in understanding, a barely perceptible trace of heartache flashed across his eyes, but his tone remained gentle.
"Okay, let's go home. There's no rush. You can take your time to read and think."
"Whether you remember it or not, that place is your home. Xizhi, my parents, and I are all waiting for you."
A man's promise is not filled with fancy words, but it carries a calm strength that makes people feel at ease.
…
The news spread quickly, and the news that Wen Yanming was sent to the hospital by Su Luyao to treat injuries and minor bone fractures soon reached Yu Sixie.
At that time, Xitong was sitting next to Yu Sixie, trying to piece together her vague perception of this "boyfriend" and "home".
When she heard the news, she was stunned for a moment, then she said softly but firmly: "I want to go see him."
Yu Sixie's gaze lingered on Xitong's face for a moment. He didn't object, but just nodded.
"good."
The hospital ward was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant.
Wen Yanming had a plaster cast on his hand and scratches on his face. He leaned palely against the headboard, looking out the window with empty eyes.
When the door of the ward was pushed open and he saw Xi Tong walking in, his eyes instantly burst into an astonishing light. He struggled to sit up: "Xiao Xi! You're here! I knew it..."
Before he could finish his words, Su Luyao, who came in behind Xitong, rushed over first and hugged Xitong tightly, her voice filled with tears and fear.
"Xiao Xi! I'm so glad you're okay! I was so scared, so scared!"
She cried bitterly, like a child who had suffered a lot of injustice.
Xitong was startled by the sudden hug, but Su Luyao's sincere tears and concern softened her heart. She subconsciously patted her back to comfort her: "I'm fine, don't cry..."
Yu Sixie walked in last. He didn't look at the two people hugging each other, but cast his cold gaze at Wen Yanming lying on the hospital bed, with an undisguised sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.
All of Wen Yanming's expectations and words were stuck in his throat.
He looked at Xitong and saw that although she was comforting Su Luyao, the look in her eyes when she looked at him had regained clarity and distance.
After Su Luyao calmed down a little, Xitong gently pushed her away and walked towards the bed.
She looked at Wen Yanming, her tone calm but clear: "Mr. Wen, thank you for your care during this period. But, I'm sorry, I don't like you. I didn't like you before, and I still don't like you now. I plan to go back to Beijing with Yu... him."
These words were like an ice-cold file, slowly and cruelly grinding away the last bit of light in Wen Yanming's eyes.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
After Xitong finished speaking, she and Su Luyao, whose eyes were red, left the ward first.
As soon as the door was closed, the air in the ward dropped to freezing point.
Yu Sixie walked to the bedside, looking down at the disheveled Wen Yanming. His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth. "Wen Yanming, do you see clearly? Even without me, she wouldn't have chosen you. Everything you've done is meaningless except to impress yourself and disgust others."
Wen Yanming suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his resentment and anger almost bursting out, but he was completely defeated by Yu Sixie's next words.
Just then, Wen Yanming's cell phone rang sharply. It was his mother calling.
He took a deep breath and picked up the phone reluctantly.
My mother's anxious, even panicked, voice echoed from the other end of the line: "What the hell have you gotten yourself into out there?! Our most important project in Europe has been completely halted, and our funding is almost gone! The other party is being very aggressive, and they've specifically named you as a potential culprit! Return here immediately to handle this!"
Wen Yanming's face instantly turned paler than before. His fingers turned white due to the force he exerted, and the injured area was pulled, causing a sharp pain.
He subconsciously looked at the expressionless Yu Sixie opposite him, and instantly understood -
This is the work of Yu Sixie!
When he was in the most embarrassing and frustrated moment, he was given the most fatal and practical blow!
"I...I understand."
Wen Yanming uttered a few words with difficulty and hung up the phone.
The enormous pressure, the physical pain, the complete failure of the plan, and the embarrassment of being rejected by Xitong herself, were like countless hands, pressing him firmly into the quagmire of failure.
Not only did he lose his love, but his career and family might also be severely damaged because of him.
He had to go, immediately, right away.
In such a miserable state and with a broken hand, he returned to Europe in disgrace to clean up the mess he had created.
Watching Yu Sixie's indifferent back as he left, Wen Yanming leaned against the cold headboard. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but he felt cold all over, and his heart was so sour and stuffy that it almost exploded. What was more, he felt an unprecedented huge confusion and emptiness.
What on earth is he trying to achieve?
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