In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the Xiao family's spacious and luxurious living room.
Xiao Zhenbei sat alone on the sofa, the coffee beside him had long since lost its temperature. He frowned, staring blankly at the city outside the window that was gradually shrouded in twilight, his heart filled with inextricable sorrow.
He Jiayuan locked herself in the room for the entire day. No matter how he knocked on the door and called out, all he got in response was endless silence.
Morgan lived in the villa next door with her child. Even if she didn't say anything, Zhenbei could keenly sense her cautiousness and deep uneasiness.
"Zhenbei, it's time to eat." Mother Sun came out of the kitchen carrying steaming hot food, breaking the silence that was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
Zhenbei forced a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Sun's mother, please put it aside first. I'll eat it later."
Mother Sun sighed distressedly and whispered, "Young Madam is feeling miserable. Please bear with her. Once she calms down, you can talk to her properly."
Zhenbei smiled bitterly and nodded. He also wanted to, but things were not that simple.
He dragged his heavy steps to the bedroom door again, raised his hand and knocked gently on the door, his voice full of fatigue and tenderness: "Jiayuan, come out and eat something, don't starve yourself."
He Jiayuan's crying voice came from the room, cold and resolute: "Go away, I don't want to see you now." Zhenbei's hands dropped weakly, he slowly squatted down against the door, his heart full of regrets drowning him like a tide.
Thinking back on the past few days, every scene was like a needle piercing his heart. Ever since Morgan showed up with the child, He Jiayuan seemed like a different person. She used to be cheerful and lively with a bright smile, but now she has become silent and taciturn, often alone in a daze, her eyes full of hurt and confusion.
Zhenbei tried to comfort her countless times, vowing to take care of everything, but every conversation was like rubbing salt into the wound between them, and the situation became worse and worse.
Just when Zhenbei was filled with helplessness and pain, the doorbell suddenly rang urgently.
He stood up and dragged his heavy steps to open the door, and found that it was Morgan. Morgan was holding the child in his arms, with deep worry and hesitation in his eyes, and said softly: "Zhenbei, I...can I talk to Sister Jiayuan?"
Zhenbei was a little surprised, but at the moment he really couldn't think of any other way. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "She is in the room, you go and try."
Morgan held the child and knocked gently on the bedroom door. Her voice was gentle and cautious: "Sister Jiayuan, it's me, Morgan. Can I come in and talk to you?"
After a long while, the door slowly opened and He Jiayuan stood at the door with red and swollen eyes, her eyes full of vigilance and precautions.
Morgan walked into the room, sat down gently on the edge of the bed, and carefully placed the child aside.
"Sister Jiayuan, I know my appearance was like a bomb, causing you great harm. I feel really guilty."
Morgan's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes became red, "What happened between Zhenbei and me was really just an accident, a mistake.
After the child was born, I also thought about raising him alone, but when I looked at his little face, I knew he needed a father and a complete family. "
He Jiayuan sneered, her laughter filled with bitterness and sarcasm: "So that's why you came to me? Have you ever thought about my feelings for even a second?
You know what kind of life I'm living these days?"
Morgan lowered her head, tears dripping uncontrollably onto the bedsheets, leaving dark marks. "I've thought about it countless times. I know I'm selfish, but the moment I saw the child, all I had in mind was the only thing that mattered to me: to give him the best of everything.
I also know that Zhenbei loves you, and has loved you from the beginning to the end. I have never thought of destroying your relationship."
The room fell into a long silence. It was so quiet that only the occasional babbling of the child could be heard, as if breaking the suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
After a long time, He Jiayuan spoke in a hoarse voice: "So what do you want?"
Morgan raised his head and looked at her sincerely and firmly: “I hope we can give the child a home together, a home full of love.
I am willing to stay in this family in any capacity as long as I can watch my children grow up happily.
And you will always be Zhenbei's wife, the only mistress of this family. I respect you from the bottom of my heart."
He Jiayuan looked at Morgan with mixed feelings.
In Morgan's eyes, she saw a mother's pure and passionate love for her child, and also saw her undisguised sincerity.
At this moment, Zhenbei gently pushed open the door. He walked in front of the two of them, his expression solemn, and slowly knelt on one knee: “Jiayuan, Morgan, I know I made a big mistake and made you two suffer so much grievance.
I sincerely hope that we can face and resolve this problem together, provide our child with a warm haven, and give each other a chance to start over."
He Jiayuan looked at Zhenbei, then at Morgan and the child, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
She knew in her heart that this was a difficult test of love and understanding, and at this moment, she decided to muster up the courage to take the first step.
She reached out and held Zhenbei and Morgan's hands, her voice trembling but with a hint of determination: "Okay, let's work together."
The sunlight had poured into the room through the window at some point, illuminating three faces that were tearful but full of hope.
This family, which was once in deep trouble, finally saw the light of hope under the powerful force of love and understanding. In the days to come, they will work together to face more challenges and happiness.
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