Seeing the loving relationship between the two, Leng Mu felt only relief and blessings.
After the dishes for the two were served one after another, Qin Ziming served soup to his wife.
"Wife, have some pig's trotter soup."
Shen Shiyi raised her hand and took it.
"Thank you, honey."
Qin Ziming's heart and eyes were filled with his wife; the deep affection in his eyes was almost overwhelming. From the moment he entered, his gaze had remained fixed on his wife.
Shen Shiyi scooped up a spoonful of pig's trotter soup, blew on it a few times, and then drank it.
She glanced up unintentionally and found the man gazing at her with deep affection.
"If you don't eat, how can I get full just by looking at you?"
Qin Ziming was taken aback, smiled helplessly, and lowered his head to start eating.
The cold mother smiled silently to herself; as long as she was happy, that was enough.
After they finished eating and left, Leng's mother also got up and left. As she walked to the door, she happened to see Shen Shiyi by the roadside. Her tall and straight figure was completely different from before.
What happened to her? How did her once long hair become short?
Suddenly a car stopped, Qin Ziming opened the door and got out. He took two steps back, opened the door, and raised his hand to block the view above. After Shen Shiyi got in, he withdrew his hand and returned to his driver's seat.
Watching the car drive away, Leng's mother looked away, took out her phone, and called her driver. A short while later, the driver arrived in a Maserati, and she got in and drove off.
Sitting in the car, Leng's mother thought of Su Bing'er with her pretty short hair, and felt a pang of regret. If her son were still alive, he would probably be as happy as that man.
Originally planning to return home, she changed her plans at the last minute and bought yellow and white chrysanthemums to visit her son.
The tombstone reads "Tomb of Leng Qianhan".
Leng's mother reached out and touched the tombstone, a faint pain welling up in her heart. Her son was all alone here.
"Qianhan, Mom has come to see you."
Half an hour later, Leng's mother's phone rang. She suddenly stopped talking to herself and looked at her phone.
"husband."
"Honey, where are you? They say you're not home yet?"
He was afraid something might happen to his wife.
Leng's mother knew he was worried about her.
"I'm just here to see my son's grave. I'll be right back."
Upon hearing this, the father sighed softly.
"Okay, be careful."
Before leaving, Leng's mother turned back and glanced at the tombstone one last time. Turning away again, she walked with her head held high and chest out. Reaching the front, she spoke to the driver, Uncle Lin.
"Let's go."
Driver Uncle Lin followed closely behind.
That night, Shen Shiyi, who had just fallen asleep, dreamed of Leng Qianhan, who had passed away many years ago.
Meng Li Leng Qianhan wore a white shirt, black casual trousers, and white sneakers, looking like a clean-cut, sunny young man.
"Bing'er, are you alright? I miss you, I miss you so much."
In her dream, she was pregnant, several months along. Upon seeing someone she hadn't seen for years, she was astonished, clutching her belly and staring ahead in shock.
"Qianhan, is that you?"
The boy's smile was clean, sunny, and warm.
"It's me."
Upon seeing the girl he loved, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke her cheek.
"How have you been all these years?"
Shen Shiyi silently shed tears, only repeatedly apologizing.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault that you left with such regret." Not even being able to see her one last time is a pain that will forever remain in her heart.
Qin Ziming sensed something was wrong beside him and got up to reach for the light switch. As the dim, warm light came on, he turned to look at his wife, who was lying on her side facing him.
When he saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, his heart suddenly ached.
Poetry Memories, what is it that makes you cry even in your dreams?
But Shen Shiyi's dream continued, and the young man gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Don't cry, okay? It breaks my heart." He couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance. She was the girl he had loved for many years, the love of his life.
In her dream, Shen Shiyi shed tears again, looking up with teary eyes to ask the man in front of her.
Don't you hate me?
The boy gently pursed his lips.
"Why should I hate you? I love you too much to even think about it."
Shen Shiyi cried even harder.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The boy's fair hand stroked her face again. "Silly girl, I know, it's just that our fate was not meant to be. I don't blame anyone, especially not you. Please don't blame yourself anymore, it will break my heart."
The boy suddenly stopped talking, bent down and squatted down, looking tenderly at her stomach.
You are pregnant.
The boy reached out and stroked Shen Shiyi's belly repeatedly, his eyes full of smiles.
"That's wonderful, my baby is going to be a mother. You must be happy for the rest of your life, very happy. When you give birth, how about I reincarnate into your womb?" That way, he can love her and protect her again as her son.
Shen Shiyi was completely stunned when she heard his words, and tears kept flowing.
In real life, Shen Shiyi was also silently shedding tears, which made Qin Ziming feel extremely distressed.
The man leaned closer to his wife and spoke softly.
"Wife, wake up, wake up."
He called out to her, and Shen Shiyi woke up, but she was heartbroken.
Seeing that his wife was in a bad mood, Qin Ziming felt somewhat at a loss.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
But she still didn't say anything, she just kept crying, which made Qin Ziming anxious.
"Honey, don't scare me. It's okay, I'm here. You can tell me anything, don't keep it to yourself, it hurts me to think about it."
Upon hearing her husband's words, Shen Shiyi slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, and she slightly opened her mouth.
"Zi Mo, I dreamed about him."
Qin Ziming was taken aback. Him? Who was he?
Qin Ziming stepped forward, embraced his wife, and gently patted her back.
Who is he?
Shen Shiyi's voice was soft; only he, who was close to her, could hear it.
"Qianhan, he said he would choose me when he is reincarnated."
Qin Ziming was taken aback after hearing this.
"That's fine too, it will make up for everyone's regrets."
Shen Shiyi was stunned and looked up at her husband.
Aren't you angry?
He's a man, shouldn't everyone mind that?
Qin Ziming reached out and stroked his wife's tear-streaked face, his eyes filled with affection and seriousness.
"But you are my wife, the love of my life." Loving you means accepting everything about you.
Shen Shiyi was moved by his sudden confession, and tears fell silently again. Qin Ziming felt heartbroken seeing this and bent down to kiss away her tears.
Shen Shiyi was shocked by his actions and looked at him in surprise. The man under the warm light smiled gently and then embraced his wife.
"Wife, we must be together for a lifetime, until we grow old and never be apart, okay?"
Shen Shiyi responded to his embrace and spoke gently.
"good."
As dawn broke, it was another bright and sunny day.
Qin Ziming, who woke up early, looked at his sleeping wife and couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
Sensing the difference, Shen Shiyi suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. Seeing the handsome face so close to hers, she softly opened her mouth.
When did you wake up?
Qin Ziming smiled gently.
"Just for a little while."
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