Yong Zhixu stared at her intently, realizing she was being extremely serious. He became even more confused, "What did I do wrong? Did I make you angry?"
"No." Tang Xili shook her head and expressed her concerns, "You know, I'm infertile. You can accept it, but your family may not accept it..."
Her fingertips touched Yong Zhixu's eyebrows and gently traced them, her eyes clear.
"I'm a very proud person and I won't care about anyone's feelings. I don't want your family to find out about this and use the shackles of what a woman should do to restrain and criticize me."
Yesterday, Claire and her friends took me to Penang for a trip. While having dinner, we met a family whose daughter-in-law was infertile. She was being pointed at and criticized by the family in both implicit and implicit words.
The woman listened with a numb expression and didn't say a word the whole time.
Halfway through the meal, it seemed as if a string that had been suppressed in her heart collapsed. The woman overturned the table, rushed out of the restaurant amid the curses of the family, and collided with a passing car in a tragic way, committing suicide.
This incident was like a slap in the face, waking her up.
Will his family be the same?
Taking a step back, even if he can accept it, can he fully tolerate it since he is the heir to the family?
After hearing her concerns, Yong Zhixu was stunned and a little surprised.
In fact, he had thought about this problem a long time ago and had a way to deal with it, but what he didn't expect was that she was also thinking in the long term.
Does this mean that she also wants to spend her whole life with him?
His heart suddenly felt hot, and he held her hand tightly. "Don't worry, Yangyang. I'll ask the hospital to issue a certificate of infertility. I'll bear all the criticism."
In this world, men and women have never been equal. People are talking about wings and women's freedom, but between the lines there are still shackles.
He cannot change everyone by himself, so he can only protect the people he loves in his own way.
"No." Tang Xili got off his lap. "That's not what I want. Respect shouldn't be based on lies."
She walked to the window, opened it, looked out at the vast blue sky, and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice.
"Infertility is not a shortcoming of mine. I have never regretted it, nor have I ever felt inferior."
The girl turned around, with an unyielding pride in her eyes, like a tough bamboo, like a towering mountain,
"I'm not a canary, nor a greenhouse flower. The sky is my own, and the mountains and rivers are my own. Even if I love you so much, I won't break my wings for a man."
Either accept it sincerely or stop here. In short, it should be decent.
"Third brother... can you understand me?"
Gazing at her, Yong Zhixu saw through the beautiful appearance the uninhibited and unyielding soul inside, the extreme clarity and calmness.
So powerful that love and desire can be controlled freely.
He understood that she had her own wilderness, her own world, and her own pride. She would not allow herself to be tortured by the secular world. That would be a humiliation no less than lingchi.
Although his lie was well-intentioned, it did not fundamentally solve the problem.
After a moment, Yong Zhixu stood up, walked to her, held her hands, and locked his gaze on her.
"I understand. I'll go talk to them. If they don't accept it, I'll try to convince them. If I can't convince them in the end, then I'll let them go."
He would not, and was unwilling to, let her fall into that situation.
The moon should hang high in the sky and the fish should swim in the ocean. He doesn't want the moonlight to fall, and he doesn't want the fish to be trapped in the shallows.
He wanted her to be free, uninhibited, and live in peace and happiness.
Walking side by side, he was her sword, accompanying her in her invincibility.
They parted ways, and decades later, he was her old forest, her old home, and her way home.
Of course, the premise is still: if she is willing.
"Yangyang, wait for me."
The road ahead is daunting and the rocks are insurmountable, but he believes that when the fog clears, the boat will have passed through thousands of mountains.
Tang Xili climbed up his neck, stepped on tiptoe and kissed his lips, "I'll wait for you."
She didn't blame him if he couldn't wait.
The 'wall' between them was too strong.
In theory, love is a relationship between two people, but if you want it to last long, it should include family. If it can develop with blessings, it will be like a raging fire with oil boiling and flowers blooming.
On the contrary, if you cannot get recognition, you will be like the woman who committed suicide, a mess and in pieces.
She didn't want to break her wings one day, nor did she want him to be caught in a dilemma.
So, see you when the time comes.
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After breakfast, the man who came in a hurry left in a hurry.
Tang Xili sent the person to the dock, and when she came back, she saw several maids taking care of the baby on the lawn.
The sun is shining brightly, making the soft and clean lawn look lush and vibrant.
The sea breeze blows, the surrounding flowers surge, and the fragrance floats.
Her two clones, No. 5 and No. 6, one was playing intellectual games with the maid, while the other was wearing a cute onesie and a pacifier, crawling clumsily on all fours on the ground.
The six-year-old girl had an innocent smile on her face, and the eight-month-old baby had a pure and ignorant look in his eyes.
Looking at them, Tang Xili seemed to fall into a vortex of time and space, and saw the happy trajectory that another Yangyang should have had.
The servants saw Tang Xili standing not far away. One of them came over and nodded respectfully.
"Master, the two young ladies have been in our Moon Palace for several days, but we still don't know their names. Miss Jill said that we can just call them Little Five and Little Six, but we think that's too childish. Please give them names."
Naming... Tang Xili glanced at the two little guys and thought about it.
"The older one is called Tang Xijin, and the younger one is called Tang Xihe."
Holding the jade in hand, the wind and the crops are all rising.
They are her copies and pastes, yet so vivid. As a child, she longed for sunlight in the abyss.
Today, the two of them no longer have to go through that kind of darkness. They are lucky to have met her.
Because she has created a rainbow that never falls. When they look down, they see brocade, and when they look up, they see spring. From now on, they will have smooth sailing under her protection.
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The setting sun slowly fell into the endless sea, and the last ray of light reflected a magnificent shimmering color on the sea.
After confirming the time for the Unique Haute Couture Show, Tang Xili and her chief assistant Barica, who came from France, had dinner together.
After dinner, Barica stood up to say goodbye. Tang Xiliben wanted to go out for a walk with her. At this moment, an armed soldier standing guard at the dock came to report, "Master, there is a man who claims to be your brother and wants to see you."
"Ivis?" Why is he here?
"No, send him away." The girl said in a light tone.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the phone rang. It was Elvis calling.
Tang Xili thought for a moment and answered the phone, "What are you doing here? Sending yourself to die?"
Hearing the annoyance in her tone, Elvis was unhurried and said in a calm voice, "Evelyn, let's meet. We need to talk."
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