☆, Chapter 82: What belonged to them was lost and then found again
What no one noticed was the fleeting glint in the man's eyes.
When Jiang Yu returned home, she saw Yin Yufeng sprawled on the sofa, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor.
The strong smell of alcohol made Jiang Yu cover her mouth and nose, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
Hearing the noise, Yin Yufeng forced himself to get up, leaned back on the sofa, and half-closed his eyes, "So you've finally decided to come back?"
Jiang Yu frowned, her beautiful eyes slightly cold. "What do you mean?"
The man held her shoulders, pinched her chin with one hand, and sneered sarcastically, "Going to relive those moments with your old flame again, huh?"
These words were like a slap across Jiang Yu's face.
My heart felt chilly, as cold air kept pouring in.
She stared intently at the man, whose eyes held no love, no affection, only cold, merciless mockery.
It looked as if they were looking at something dirty.
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Yu chuckled softly, "Yes, so when are we going to get a divorce?"
"You..." The man tightened his grip.
Jiang Yu was in so much pain that tears almost welled up in her eyes, but she still spoke slowly and deliberately, "Give us the chance to be a family of three as soon as possible."
The two faced off, neither willing to give in.
The air was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Well done, Jiang Yu!"
The only sound that accompanied the man's departure was the heavy slam of the door.
A door completely separated the hearts of the two people.
Jiang Yu collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face again as she sobbed softly.
"Xiaoyu, the ground is cold, get up quickly," Wu Zhuyi squatted down next to her and gently comforted her.
Jiang Yu hugged her, sobbing, "Zhu Yi, he doesn't want me anymore..."
"He doesn't want me anymore..."
Jiang Yu just kept repeating this sentence, saying it over and over again.
Wu Zhuyi stroked her hair, lowering her eyes to hide a fleeting hint of jealousy. "Xiaoyu, Shiming is waiting for you outside. He'll stay with you the whole time."
Jiang Yu was still sobbing, and only slowly stopped when she seemed to have cried herself out.
"Xiaoyu, can Brother Shiming come in and take us away?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Shiming came in through the door. As soon as he entered, he blurted out "Xiao Yu".
He bent down, picked the person up, and carried them away.
He was completely oblivious to the dark look in the eyes of the person next to him.
The gloom almost buried her completely.
"So... he never looked for his mother again?" Li Muli's cautious and broken voice rang out in the quiet space.
The silence was shattered.
At this point, almost everything was clear: Wu Zhuyi and Li Shiming had conspired to deceive them.
Because of their youth, their pride, and their unwillingness to humble themselves, they missed out on this opportunity.
It seems impossible to say whose fault it is.
"I'm sorry, Mu Li," the man's deep voice was filled with deep remorse. "My father's health has been deteriorating over the years, and he really wants to see you."
Li Muli sighed inwardly, looked directly into the man's eyes, and said, "Thank you, I'll think about it."
It felt as if a wound had been cut into her heart, and a cold wind kept blowing into it.
The chill slowly seeped into the internal organs.
She has no right to speak for her mother about the past.
She has no right to say it's okay.
She is the least anticipated person in the world.
...
Li Muli sat by his bedside, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, "Ayan..."
"Please wake up."
"You've already abandoned me once..."
"None of them love me..."
"Nobody wants me..."
"..."
Hot tears fell onto the back of the man's hand, and his fingers twitched slightly.
Slightly imperceptible.
“Fu Chenyan, if… you abandon me again, I will…” He paused, “…not give you another chance.”
Li Muli's gaze drifted to the window, where large swaths of fallen leaves carpeted the ground. She murmured softly, "Ayan, autumn is almost over..."
The man's fingers twitched more violently, his eyes struggled to open, and his voice was hoarse from not speaking for so long.
"fool……"
Li Muli bent down and hugged the man, her hot tears falling drop by drop onto his cheeks.
Fu Chenyan reached out and slowly hugged her back, his arms stiff from not moving for a long time.
Li Muli kept crying, her scalding tears hitting his cheeks and his heart.
This will allow him to see the person in front of him more clearly and bring him back to his side completely.
The most precious thing about time is that it can be lost and then regained.
They regained each other after losing each other.
Fu Chenyan shifted slightly, his voice hoarse, "Baby, come up and hug me."
The two lay on the narrow hospital bed, only able to turn slightly to the side. Fu Chenyan reached out and put his arm around her waist, his chin resting lightly on her hair.
The familiar fragrance reached his nose, making him feel more at ease.
The man's unkempt beard prickled her hair, causing a slight itch.
She didn't want to move, but instead wrapped her arms around his waist even tighter.
Fu Chenyan closed his eyes, his voice low and deep, "Baby, I miss you so much."
Li Muli subconsciously replied, "Me too."
Fu Chenyan chuckled softly, “During the days I was in a coma, I kept having the same dream that you died in the hospital room and we didn’t even get to see each other one last time.”
Li Muli was startled and looked up to meet his eyes.
The man's eyes no longer held the deep affection and doting look they usually had.
More often than not, it was emotions she couldn't understand.
He was enveloped by intense longing, guilt, and pain.
Fu Chenyan reached out and stroked her face, his voice gentle, "Silly girl, I was such a jerk before, why are you willing to come back to me?"
The tears that Li Muli had finally managed to hold back fell again. "You remembered everything?"
The man gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, then lightly licked them with the tip of his tongue; they tasted salty.
"Fool, you should torture me a little more."
Instead of forgiving him so easily.
Li Muli bit her lower lip, trying to control her tears.
I've cried enough these past few days.
However, I still couldn't help feeling wronged.
Her obsession with her past life.
She has those unforgettable thoughts on her mind all by herself.
One day, he finally found out.
"Silly girl, don't cry," the man chuckled softly, kissing away the tears on the girl's cheek.
Over and over again, with impatience.
After a long pause, he sighed softly, looking down at the girl, "I always thought you were always behind me, but I never imagined that your departure would be forever."
Li Muli lightly punched his chest with her delicate fist, "You don't love me, and you're still biased towards her."
What can be said now is already in the past.
She was finally able to reconcile with her past self.
She also reconciled with Fu Chenyan from her previous life.
Fu Chenyan wrapped his large hand around her small hand and explained softly, "I'm sorry, baby, your Mr. Fu understood too late and made you wait too long."
"I'm not biased towards her, I just feel... she's not important."
Yes, back then, he was arrogant and complacent.
He is a self-serving opportunist.
So... he felt it was unnecessary.
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