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The Xu family had yet to hold a funeral, which was one of the reasons Jiang Rou was willing to wait.
Qin Jianyu brought news that several groups of people who had been kidnapped were still alive. Upon hearing this, Jiang Rou's eyes widened in an instant, a glimmer of hope igniting within her. Her body trembled slightly, overwhelmed with excitement.
Yet she couldn't understand—if they were alive, why hadn't they come to find her?
The Xu family sent over some supplements, claiming they were worried she might neglect the child in her womb.
Jiang Rou looked at the supplements with a hint of doubt in her eyes. However, for the sake of the child, she hesitated for a moment and consumed some. Still, an unsettling feeling lingered in her heart, and her brows remained tightly furrowed.
That night, Jiang Rou slept deeply, curled up under the covers, breathing evenly, completely unaware that someone had climbed onto her bed.
Early in the morning, a group of beggars fought over food and accidentally pushed open the door with a loud crash.
When they looked up, they saw two naked figures on the bed. A startled scream escaped their lips, the sound piercing through the quiet morning and drawing even more onlookers.
Jiang Rou was jolted awake by the screams. She opened her eyes wide and, upon seeing the scene before her and hearing the accusations from those around her, her face turned pale. In a panic, she grabbed the blanket to cover herself, clutching it tightly with white-knuckled fingers. Her lips trembled as she struggled to find words to defend herself.
In Mei Town, another scandal had erupted for Jiang Rou. People pointed and whispered among themselves.
"She just lost her husband and is already entangled with another man—caught in bed together! How shameless and filthy!"
More hurtful words pierced her ears like daggers.
Qin Jianyu lowered his head, his face full of shame, his body slightly hunched as he repeatedly apologized, "I... I'm sorry. I had a bit to drink last night due to the cold and ended up in the wrong room."
Jiang Rou took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, her expression had regained some composure. She spoke softly, "Nothing happened. You don't need to worry about it. Just help me find my Husband."
"If you want to leave, I can help you," Qin Jianyu said, guilt-ridden. He raised his head, his eyes filled with self-reproach. "At the very least, you could get away from all this slander."
"No, rumors can't hurt me. I still need to wait for my Husband to come back." Jiang Rou shook her head slightly, her gaze fixed firmly on the distance as if she could see Xu Shaoji returning.
Qin Jianyu hesitated and asked, "Do you really trust him that much?"
"If I don't trust him, who else can I trust?" Jiang Rou replied with a bitter smile, her expression filled with sorrow and helplessness. She lowered her head slightly, recalling the painful experiences of the past. "I've been hurt too many times; I no longer believe in anyone."
Hearing this, Qin Jianyu was left speechless. He opened his mouth but found no words to say and could only stand there silently.
Jiang Rou watched the leaves fluttering down in the garden, swirling as they fell. A wave of melancholy crossed her eyes as she sighed softly, thinking to herself that she had no other desires now—just for her child to be safe and for her Husband to return would be the best hope.
If only Xu Shaoji had never deceived her even once.
Yet deep down, an unease lingered that she couldn't shake off, causing her brows to furrow unconsciously once more.
The Winter Solstice arrived, with snowflakes fluttering down like goose feathers. Jiang Rou waited in vain for her husband to return, alone in the desolate house.
She was in a state of despair, struggling to give birth. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she clutched the bedsheets tightly, her face contorted in pain.
Qin Jianyu cradled the newborn as he stepped outside to wash the child. He held the baby carefully, his footsteps light, afraid of disturbing the frail Jiang Rou.
Jiang Rou lay there, her eyes open but vacant, her hopes fading away bit by bit. Tears streamed down her cheeks, unnoticed.
Qin Jianyu hesitated outside the door for a long time, his brow furrowed, uncertain whether he should follow through with the plan to send the child to the Xu family.
Just then, a figure approached, startling Qin Jianyu and causing him to stiffen. "Xu..."
"Your task is complete," Xu Shaoji said as he took the child from Qin Jianyu's arms. His movements were somewhat awkward and cold. "I will take the child."
Qin Jianyu pressed on, "What about Jiang Rou?"
"She..." Xu Shaoji turned back to glance at the once-familiar little house. His expression froze momentarily, a flicker of complex emotions crossing his eyes.
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