When the matriarch of the Wen family left with the dying Wen Ruo and the child, he felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body, and each day felt like an eternity.
Every day, he endured endless torment, every minute and every second filled with worry and longing.
He woke up countless times at night from nightmares in which Wen Ruo and the child met with misfortune.
He shouted desperately, but no sound came out. He could only watch helplessly as they disappeared into the darkness.
Then he sat up alone in the darkness, gazing at the endless night sky outside the window, his heart filled with despair.
He had tried to visit the Wen family many times, but was stopped by the matriarch of the Wen family time and time again for various reasons.
Each rejection intensified his feeling of helplessness, causing him great torment.
He paced back and forth in the room, sometimes looking in the direction of the Wen family, his eyes filled with longing and helplessness, and sometimes slumping into a chair, holding his head in his hands, sinking into deep pain.
Later, when his wife and children returned safely, he felt it was a blessing from heaven, and the joy of surviving the ordeal brought tears to his eyes.
From then on, he cherished his eldest daughter even more, treating her like a precious gem.
The finest silks, satins, and precious jewelry in the house were all chosen for her first.
The tutor they hired was the most renowned in the capital, all so that his daughter could receive the best education.
He cared deeply for his daughter's studies and life, and he would do everything he could to fulfill her every wish.
When his daughter was sick, he stayed by her bedside without changing his clothes, personally preparing and feeding her medicine.
When his daughter is happy, he smiles along with her, as if all the beauty in the world cannot compare to her smile.
But now, Feng Qingyun's words on the screen were like a heavy hammer, striking his heart hard.
His body jolted violently, as if struck by an invisible force, and he staggered, almost falling over.
He couldn't understand why his beloved daughter, whom he cherished so dearly, had turned out like this.
Feng Qingyun spoke with absolute certainty that all of this was the work of the Madam, but Ning'er was born after the Madam risked half her life.
How could the lady bear to harm Ning'er after the hardships of ten months of pregnancy and the life-or-death struggle during childbirth?
He recalled his wife's usual attitude towards Ning'er. Although she hadn't shown any particular intimacy, she had never been malicious either, which made him even more confused.
His mind kept replaying the events of the past few years, trying to find some clues, but everything seemed so ordinary, without any abnormalities.
Luo Qi'an's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, like scars etched by time.
His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, his pupils slightly dilated, as if he were trying to find something.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound; his throat felt like it was choked by something.
He could only stand silently, his lips tightly pressed together, his fingernails digging into his palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks. The pain in his palms could not dispel the gloom in his heart.
His body trembled slightly, whether from anger, shock, or fear, it was hard to tell.
He waited expectantly for Feng Qingyun to continue, hoping to find a glimmer of truth in her words and unravel the mystery that had been causing him so much pain.
His eyes were filled with expectation and despair, as if he were searching for the last glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Madam Luo kept her head down, a few strands of hair slipping from her temples and sticking to her slightly pale cheeks due to nervousness.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes inside the wide sleeves, her fingertips turning white from the force, and she looked like a frightened deer, trembling with fear.
When the name "Wen Ruo" entered her ears without warning, her previously taut and tense shoulders instantly relaxed.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his breath filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
Her gaze began to wander, and she muttered to herself: How could anyone in this vast world know everything?
Even if we know she has failed in her duty to raise her children, it's not a big deal.
It's perfectly normal for a new mother to struggle with raising her child; no one else can find fault with it.
As long as her husband doesn't find out about that secret that could shake her position in the Luo family.
She remained the undisputed matriarch of the Luo family, still in control of all affairs and enjoying the respect of everyone.
She quickly devised a plan in her mind: once the storm had passed, she would find an opportune moment to feign deep remorse in front of her husband.
He tearfully admitted his mistake and earnestly promised to treat the girl well in the future.
Anyway, that girl's reputation is ruined now, and her health isn't good either, so she can't cause any trouble. What does it matter if we treat her better or worse in the future?
Thinking of this, a barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed in Madam Luo's eyes, like a cold glint in winter.
She immediately reverted to her dignified, gentle, and harmless demeanor, as if her scheming and ruthlessness had never occurred.
Luo Yuning's expression was aloof, like a lonely moon hanging high in the night sky, exuding a sense of detachment that kept people at a distance, making it difficult for others to discern her true emotions.
At that moment, however, she seemed to be struck by an invisible electric current, and her expression changed for the first time ever.
Ripples suddenly appeared in his eyes, which were originally calm and still like a deep pool, revealing the turmoil of his emotions.
She subconsciously leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to get closer to her mother, her gaze falling urgently yet gently on her mother, whose head was bowed.
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