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Looking at Nangong Xiang, who seemed eager to pounce on her for mutual destruction, Flower Mother extended her jade hand to pick up the jade cup from the table, stood up, drank it all, and then smiled at everyone: “Flower Mother cannot hold her liquor, so I will take my leave.”
Xiao Chuxin immediately stood up as well: “Let me see you off.”
“This…” Flower Mother hesitated as she looked at Nangong Xiang, who was glaring at her with clenched teeth.
Xiao Chuxin set down his wine cup and stepped forward: “It’s fine, I’ll walk you home. Your Youlan Residence is still a bit of a distance away.”
“Husband… this might not be appropriate. It’s easy for a man and a woman to be misunderstood…” Nangong Xiang spoke up.
Xiao Chuxin shot her a cold glance, and she immediately fell silent. At that moment, Elder Xu looked at Nangong Xiang: “As a wife, you don’t trust your husband at all; you really are regressing.”
Elder Xu, a respected elder of Cangjian Villa, spoke with authority. With his words, Nangong Xiang felt as if she would lose face for a month in the manor and dared not stop Xiao Chuxin any longer.
Thus, Flower Mother was boldly escorted out by Xiao Chuxin, while everyone else continued to eat and drink. Only Nangong Xiang felt extremely uncomfortable; clearly, she was the Madam Zhuang of Cangjian Villa, so why was she sitting here watching another woman go home with her husband?
Under the starry night sky, Flower Mother walked behind Xiao Chuxin. After leaving the banquet, she did not utter a single word to him.
However, Xiao Chuxin could no longer contain himself. He stopped beside a rockery, turned around under the mottled starlight, and looked deeply into her eyes: “Flower Mother…”
“Hmm.”
“Can we return to the past?”
Flower Mother’s face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern her expression. All that could be heard was an extremely cold female voice, devoid of the tenderness of Bright Day, filled with severity and darkness: “...Xiao Chuxin, how weak must I be to allow you to trample on my dignity time and again?”
Xiao Chuxin was stunned, somewhat speechless: “...What’s wrong with you, Flower Mother?”
Taking a step forward, Flower Mother pushed him against the rockery and pressed herself against him. Despite their height difference, it did not diminish the intensity of her presence.
She curled her lips into a strange arc and reached out to hold his hand. "Do you want to feel what kind of life was once nurtured here?" She placed his hand on her abdomen, the light in her eyes growing colder by the moment. "Xiao Chuxin, do you feel it? When this life ended... how desperate I was!!"
"Flower Mother... were you the one who harmed my child back then?" Xiao Chuxin stiffened, leaning against the rockery, unable to move, his eyes flickering with shock and agony. "You harmed my child..."
"Child... hmph!" Flower Mother withdrew her hand and stepped back. "Your child was long ago forced by your good wife to meet the King of Hell. What child is there left?"
"Why don't I know any of this?!" Xiao Chuxin grabbed Flower Mother's shoulders, his eyes reddening despite being in his thirties. He had thought that perhaps it was a punishment from above... and indeed it was a punishment from above...
He, Xiao Chuxin, had once had a child, though that child left this world before even arriving... that child was still his and hers...
"Flower Mother, I'm sorry for your suffering." He held her tightly in his embrace, recalling how resolute she had been back then; at that time, he had only felt confusion and resentment, but now all he felt was heartache...
"Why didn't you tell me back then? You bore all this alone?" The man couldn't help but choke up.
Flower Mother smiled sadly. "Should I have told you? You were busy flying high with her, Nangong Xiang. Would it have mattered?"
"Flower Mother..." Xiao Chuxin knew he had wronged her, but he hadn't realized he also owed an apology to another person—his unborn child... his child...
"Let go of me." Flower Mother wiped the tears from her face and pushed Xiao Chuxin away, turning her back on him without looking back. In that moment, Xiao Chuxin found he didn't even have a reason to call her to stay...
"...Xiao Chuxin, what exactly have you done?" What exactly have you done?
He watched Flower Mother's slender figure disappear around the corner before turning back slowly, the smile on his lips looking more painful than tears. This strong man seemed to age ten years in an instant...
In the past of red dust, why force connections? Later on, when people leave and tea cools, only lingering fragrance remains...
Thirteen years ago.
This is Flower Mother in her youth, her brows and eyes much lighter than they would later become. Although she is only sixteen, she already shows signs of blossoming beauty. Now, she carries a bit more stubbornness and coldness, and less smoothness and charm.
"What is happening in the front courtyard?" She unconsciously covered her stomach with her hand as she asked her close maid.
The maid, Yu, sensed Flower Mother was asking her and a hint of panic flashed across her face. "It's nothing, probably just those subordinates playing with some firecrackers."
"Are they really playing with firecrackers? Yu, are you hiding something from me?" Her expression turned cold; Xiao Chuxin had not appeared before her for half a month.
She looked down at her flat abdomen… a fleeting sense of loneliness crossed her mind. Does he not want to take responsibility? If that's the case, she wouldn't make things difficult for him…
Yu was not someone who lied easily. Seeing Flower Mother's expression turn cold, she immediately knelt down. "Sister, forgive me. It’s Madam Zhuang returning home. I was afraid you would worry, so I didn’t… didn’t say anything…" The words suddenly caught in her throat as she saw the woman sitting by the window shed a stream of clear tears.
Xiao Chuxin… If you didn’t want to take responsibility, why did you have to say so many sweet words back then? You even coaxed me into giving myself to you… Just when I was overjoyed at the arrival of that child, you hid from me that you had already married another woman…
What a cruel heart!!
"Is he in the front courtyard?" She suddenly stood up, not even wiping the tears from her face before rushing outside. Yu didn’t react in time; by the time she realized it, her sister had already disappeared from the doorway.
"Sister… Sister!!" Yu's face turned pale as she hurried toward the front courtyard. Her sister had already made Zhuang Master indifferent; if she caused a scene now, there might be no place for her in Cangjian Villa.
Flower Mother rushed forward, her mind filled with one thought: He has betrayed her! He Xiao Chuxin has betrayed Flower Mother!!
"I want to see which girl has made you so eager to marry!" She whipped out her riding whip and used its force to propel herself forward. Although she felt a pang of pain in her abdomen at that moment, the overwhelming sorrow made her completely disregard it.
Upon reaching the front courtyard, everything was drenched in bright red—the decorations that hadn’t been taken down yet burned into her eyes.
"Sister… are you feeling better?" A soft voice came from behind, and Flower Mother instinctively turned around to see a graceful face.
"Who are you?" She did not recognize the woman in front of her, but the attire she wore, the number of maidservants following her, and the adornments on her head all indicated that this was indeed the lady that Xiao Chuxin had just married!
A woman he had brought home without her knowledge.
And what about her? How could she have inexplicably slept for two nights? It seemed that Xiao Chuxin had engaged in such a loving and noble act behind her back.
"Are you the lady he just married?" she asked, fully aware of the answer.
The woman nodded shyly and said, "My name is Nangong Xiang, my sister calls me Xiang Er."
"Sister?..." She scoffed and turned away, but in that moment of turning, her nails dug into her palm, and drops of crimson blood fell onto her plain clothes.
She, Flower Mother, had devoted herself to Xiao Chuxin, even becoming pregnant before marriage. But what had he done? A fierce slap! It left her feeling cold all over, chilled to the bone!
The sight of red seemed to mock her lack of self-respect, ridicule her helplessness, and deride her current predicament...
"Ah—!!" She let out a long cry, then clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground while laughing uncontrollably.
Xiao Chuxin had just entered through the door and immediately saw someone kneeling in the center of the Yard. The slender figure looked desolate, but recalling what Nangong Xiang had told him—that Flower Mother was merely playing with him—he buried his feelings of pity deep within.
"What are you doing?" he asked coldly from the doorway.
Hearing his voice, Flower Mother felt a pang in her heart. She suddenly swung the whip in her hand, catching it around a tree for leverage, finally managing to stand up. The delicate woman who had just been there was now anxiously hiding behind Xiao Chuxin, who was looking at her with a cold expression.
Indeed, what was written in the book was correct... This man would reveal his true nature once he possessed a woman's body. She had originally thought that Xiao Chuxin was different... Unfortunately, she had only been blinded by sweet words.
At this moment, they were deeply in love with each other, while she... wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and let out a bitter laugh.
"I only ask you one question." She coughed, her breath a bit unsteady.
"What is it?"
When Flower Mother looked up, the sunlight just happened to dapple across her left cheek, warm but not enough to warm her heart.
Her gaze was distant, seemingly looking at Xiao Chuxin yet also seeming not to. Her voice was ethereal, like a ghost: "…Have you ever had even a shred of sincerity towards me?"
Indeed… have you ever had even a shred of sincerity towards your childhood friend?
She watched his thin lips press together, and then she was about to let it go… Her heart tightened, and she spoke first: "It's fine, I understand now…"
She was truly afraid that those lips, which had once intimately kissed her all over, would utter something terrible… she was so afraid.
Over there, Yu anxiously looked this way. She smiled reassuringly at Yu, then dragging her broken body, turned away, pretending to unintentionally wipe away the blood that kept surging from her mouth with the back of her hand. Her expression was very calm, as calm as ashes…
How many times has Luo Shu Hong Yan hurt me?
Xiao Chuxin… I hope you won't regret it in the future.
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