Thinking of this, Xiao Yue patted the bed: "You should lie down here and cover yourself with this too, it's cold sitting outside."
It wasn't cold at all; Xiao Yue's room was always temperature-controlled, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable at all. But Mo Qing still went along with her, taking off her slippers and getting into bed.
Xiao Yue leaned into her husband's arms: "If I really leave, and you feel lonely, you can find another companion if you want. But if the feelings aren't deep, then don't get married. It'll save my children from having an extra stepmother and making them uncomfortable."
Mo Qing stroked his wife's hair, somewhat amused and exasperated, and said, "You've been overthinking things lately. You know me better than anyone. Don't keep thinking about things that make you upset. If you're really worried, try to get yourself better soon."
Xiao Yue knew she had been thinking too much lately, but she couldn't control herself. She was naturally prone to overthinking; otherwise, she wouldn't have developed that troublesome mental illness before.
When she was young, her parents were a model couple that everyone praised. However, less than two years after her mother died, her father remarried. At that time, her father was over fifty years old, and he and her mother had almost spent their whole lives together.
Xiao Yue believed that all couples should be deeply in love and devoted to each other, based solely on their parents' happiness. However, her father's remarriage shattered her heart, making her feel betrayed.
Her education and upbringing taught her that her father was also a human being who needed emotional support. He had been wallowing in the pain of losing his wife for two years, and finally someone was able to help him get out of it. As his daughter, she should be happy for him and should offer her support.
Xiao Yue supported her father and offered her blessings to his new marriage. In front of everyone, she played the role of an excellent daughter, and even though her father remarried, he still placed her in the most important position.
But only Xiao Yue herself knew that no matter how perfectly she performed, it was still just an act. Her father was originally the perfect man in her heart, but his remarriage shattered that image and destroyed her trust in men.
Many times, Xiao Yue felt like she had split into two people: one was perfect and understanding, and the other was bored with everything and found everything fake.
Now, as her body deteriorates, the belief that everyone is a masked person is increasingly influencing her thoughts.
Mo Qing is a good man, a good husband, and a good father, but she still can't trust him. She has always known that this is a psychological problem of hers and has been cooperating with treatment.
However, the results were not good because she could not trust her therapist. She had become accustomed to keeping her thoughts to herself and no one could make her feel comfortable dissecting herself.
Xiao Yue felt incredibly hypocritical at that moment. She wanted to say, "Where can you men be trusted? I'm just seeing through your true nature and making arrangements for my own future."
At this moment, she not only felt hypocritical herself, but even Mo Qing seemed insincere in her mind.
Xiao Yue felt a dull ache in her chest. She pounded her chest, and Mo Qing quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again? I'll go call the doctor."
Xiao Yue pulled him back: "It's nothing, I just feel a little stuffy. Don't keep calling the doctor, I'll be fine in a bit."
Seeing that Mo Qing was no longer getting out of bed, Xiao Yue took a few deep breaths before saying, "I'm serious. I understand that you men have needs. You've been taking care of me all these years, which has been very hard for you. If I really leave, and you find someone you like who can relieve your loneliness, I understand that too. But I have to think about my children."
Also, if you ever look for someone again in the future, it absolutely cannot be Li Zhenzhen. You must promise me this.
Mo Qing frowned as he listened. He knew that his wife was somewhat preoccupied with her thoughts and that she had been trying to change herself. However, perhaps due to her serious illness, she was inevitably overthinking things again.
“I promise you everything you said. I won’t find another stepmother for the children, and I will have no further involvement with Li Zhenzhen. Thinking too much while you’re sick will only worsen your condition. A-Yue, I just want our family to be complete. Please try your best for us one more time,” Mo Qing said, embracing his wife.
Xiao Yue only took Mo Qing's first sentence to heart: "It's good that you agreed. Don't let my child suffer in the future, and don't have anything to do with Li Zhenzhen. I don't trust that woman..."
Xiao Yue closed her eyes, feeling somewhat exhausted. Li Zhenzhen was too considerate; such a person was either genuinely upright or deeply scheming. Regardless of which type Li Zhenzhen was, Xiao Yue did not want Mo Qing to rekindle their old flame.
Xiao Yue persisted for another half month. Mo Qing sent someone early to notify Mo Cheng, who was away, to return as soon as possible. On the day Mo Cheng returned, Xiao Yue's spirits were much better than usual. The family ate dinner together, and Xiao Yue's appetite was much better than usual.
After dinner, the father and son talked about work for a while in Xiao Yue's bedroom, while their daughter sat beside Xiao Yue and whispered some words to her. The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious and beautiful. However, in the middle of the night, when Mo Qing habitually checked on his wife, her body was already cold.
Xiao Yue left this world as the cold was receding. In accordance with her last wishes, Mo Qing kept the funeral simple and quietly saw her off.
Chen Jiaojiao returned with her personal belongings and put them in the storage room before going into her mother's room: "Mom, Xiao Yue is dead. The funeral was held very quietly. Many of us from the same family weren't even notified to attend. She was the matriarch of the Mo family, after all. I don't know why it was so simple."
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