After everyone left, the study became unusually quiet, like another world separated from it.
Zhong Yinghong slammed the door, stepped over the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, walked towards Xu Guanshan, and looked straight into his dark eyes.
"Let me ask you." Zhong Yinghong blinked her eyelashes vigorously, tears falling, and her vision became clearer. "Is it true that you cheated on me?"
Xu Guanshan just looked at her quietly without saying a word.
Zhong Yinghong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She couldn't stand steadily. She supported herself on the corner of the table with her hands, but her body was still shaky. "Xu Guanshan, I have been married to you for so many years. Isn't it worth it for you to tell me the truth?"
No longer able to question, her voice sounded more like a plea.
Xu Guanshan looked into her moist eyes, and his expression relaxed a little: "It's all in the past."
The few words that fell into her ears were tantamount to admitting the fact of infidelity. When she realized the meaning of these words, something in Zhong Yinghong's heart collapsed, and she smiled with her lips stretched.
There was no point in asking who he had cheated with. Zhong Yinghong didn't ask, but only asked him: "Why did you do this to me?"
Xu Guanshan was unable to defend himself. He might have been unable to resist the temptation, or it might have been a moment of relaxation when he was extremely tired. He couldn't remember what happened because it was too long ago.
Zhong Yinghong rushed over and beat him, punching him again and again with all her might: "Are you human?! Ah Feng was so small, and you let him run into you, didn't you? That's why he fell down the stairs in a panic and broke his arm. The mark is still there!"
She was sad, not only because of her husband's betrayal, but also because of the psychological trauma suffered by her young son. Thinking about it carefully, it was from that time that Xu Yanfeng became less talkative and always kept things to himself.
Xu Guanshan's chin was hit by a fist, and it turned red. He restrained Zhong Yinghong's hands, his face twitching: "Enough."
Zhong Yinghong shook off his hand and stepped back, putting two meters between them, yet it felt like a chasm. Thinking of how Xu Yanfeng had kept this secret in his heart since he was eight years old, for so many years, her heart ached like it was being torn apart.
She couldn't touch her heart, so she just grabbed the clothes on her chest.
Many years ago, Xu Yanfeng asked her, "Do you still love my dad?" She answered decisively without hesitation, saying, "Of course."
Of course she loved it, from her youth and innocence until now, but she didn't realize that beneath the prosperous appearance were countless holes.
If she had hesitated for a second or two, Xu Yanfeng might have told the truth. He chose to conceal it for her, to prevent her from being sad and desperate, and to swallow the secret alone. He has always been a filial child, looking cold, but he is very caring.
Zhong Yinghong's tears flowed out freely, her face was pale, she felt that she was an incompetent mother, knew nothing, lived happily every day, and lived in a dream she had woven.
"I'm asking you one last time. Besides that one time, has it happened again?" Zhong Yinghong didn't know what she was saying. Her thoughts had already completely collapsed. "Don't lie to me."
Xu Guanshan is not a wooden man. He has been married to Zhong Yinghong for so many years and has feelings for her. Their marriage is a good match, but it is based on feelings.
There was a good story circulating in the circle at that time.
Xu Guanshan closed his eyes, feeling a throbbing pain in the nerves at the corner of his forehead. He rubbed them and said weakly, "Those were mistakes I made when I was young. I'm already this old, so what's there to worry about?"
"Yes or no," Zhong Yinghong insisted. "Is it that difficult to answer?"
"Yinghong..."
“Yes or no?!”
"If you think Miss Xia is good, I can agree to their marriage."
Zhong Yinghong burst into tears, heartbroken.
He refuses to give a direct answer, but doesn't that explain the problem? Why ask?
*
In the living room, Xia Xi's frown never relaxed. She took Xu Yanfeng's hand and pushed him to sit on the sofa. This was not her home, she was unfamiliar with it, and asked the dazed Xu Junmo for help: "Where is the medicine box?"
Xu Junmo was even less familiar with her than she was. He spent most of the year abroad, returning only during the holidays. He called a servant over and asked her where the medicine box was.
The servant was shocked to see Xu Yanfeng sitting there with a bloody head. "Should we call a doctor?"
Xu Yanfeng said sullenly, "No need."
The servant hurriedly went to find the medicine box, brought it over, and handed it to Xia Xi.
Xia Xi pursed her lips, opened the medicine box, and used tweezers to hold an alcohol cotton ball to wipe the blood off his face. Her movements were very gentle, and her breathing was a little erratic. The blood was wiped away bit by bit, revealing the original appearance of the wound. Fortunately, it was only a small cut, and stitches should not be needed.
Xia Xi breathed a sigh of relief, applied medicine, put on a band-aid, and then threw everything he had used into the trash can. Only then did he have the energy to ask Xu Yanfeng, "What did you say? Why did your dad hit you again?"
Xu Yanfeng looked quietly at Xu Junmo who was sitting opposite him.
Xu Junmo rubbed his nose with his knuckles. What was going on? He was just being kind, but his brother got beaten up again, and his mother was in a state of despair... It was outrageous.
"Speak." Xia Xi pushed Xu Yanfeng's shoulder.
Before Xu Yanfeng could say anything, Zhong Yinghong came over. Her eyes were red, but she had already wiped away her tears. She forced out an impeccable smile and apologized to Xia Xi, "I'm sorry, it's your first time at our house, and I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
Xia Xi didn't understand the situation, so she shook her head and replied, "No, Auntie."
Zhong Yinghong looked at Xu Yanfeng. The wound on his forehead had been treated. A medicine box lay spread out on the black glass coffee table beside him, and the faint scent of medicine lingered in the air. She feigned strength, patted his shoulder, lowered her voice, and gave him a few words.
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