Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
The Military Young Master's Second Wife
墨書 Inktalez
On a clear summer morning, a red sun slowly rose from the east of Jiangnan City. Golden rays of light filtered through the gaps in the purple curtains, landing on the handsome faces of a couple nestled together in bed, instantly filling the room with a warm sense of happiness!
Tick... Tick... Tick...
The alarm clock by the bedside rang punctually at seven. A slender arm, as white as lotus root, emerged from the silk quilt and deftly turned off the alarm. Shen Qingyou glanced at Yuan Mufang, who was still fast asleep. Her long fingers brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead, revealing a hint of her dimples.
Carefully withdrawing her body from Yuan Mufang's embrace, she got out of bed, rearranged the quilt around him, picked up her slippers from the floor, and tiptoed out!
After a simple wash-up, she entered the kitchen. Frying eggs, toasting bread, brewing coffee—everything was done in an orderly manner. Once everything was ready, she checked the time and thought, "It's about time!"
Shen Qingyou looked toward the bedroom with an uncontainable smile at the corners of her eyes. "Three, two, one." Just after she silently counted to three, Yuan Mufang's slightly anxious voice came from the bedroom.
"Serene, where's my tie?"
...
"Serene, where did you put my polished shoes from last night?"
In the bedroom, Yuan Mufang stood in front of the dressing mirror with a frustrated expression. When he saw a slender figure running toward him, his rugged facial features softened slightly. "Serene, please hurry up! I'm going to be late..."
As Yuan Mufang spoke, he wrapped his arms around Shen Qingyou's waist and buried his head in her long hair. The faint scent of lilies wafted toward him, making him feel those restless cells within him stir once again.
"Yuan Mufang..."
Shen Qingyou's fair face turned bright red, and her breathing gradually became rapid. He always had that magic, easily stirring every fiber of her being. "Aren't you going to be late?"
"The timing is just right..."
Yuan Mufang quickly glanced at his watch, then a wicked smile appeared on his lips as he swept Shen Qingyou, who was bending down to find her tie, into his arms. After working late last night, she had already fallen asleep when he returned. This morning, he needed to make up for the "homework" they hadn't done yesterday.
"Mu..."
...
The room was already beautifully adorned...
Golden sunlight shone on Shen Qingyou's flushed face, casting a faint halo. Until a soft sound of a door closing came from outside, her eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings before slowly opening. Her clear eyes, like a spring, fixed on the messy room, and she buried her face deeper into the covers...
She had known Yuan Mufang for ten years, yet their relationship remained as sweet as honey. For this love, she even gave up her job to be a good wife at home, quietly waiting for a new life to arrive...
In the past two years, due to buying a house and a car, they had been financially tight and had not considered having children. Now, they had saved some money for a baby; it was time to have one...
Thinking of this, Shen Qingyou instinctively touched her abdomen. When would there be a life quietly growing within her?
With this expectation in her heart, the happiest thing for a woman who loves a man is to bear his children. She longed for this new life to come and to form a happy family of three with Yuan Mufang...
"Oh hey, Mom, are you shedding tears for me again..." The crisp ringtone from her phone on the bedside interrupted Shen Qingyou's reverie. Did her mom call this early for something urgent?
Shen Qingyou suddenly hit her head, realizing that today was the day her mother accompanied her father to the hospital for a check-up. How could she be so forgetful about such an important matter? Shen Qingyou quickly picked up her phone, "Mom, Dad..."
Before Shen Qingyou could finish her question, her mother's crying voice came through the phone. A strong sense of unease immediately enveloped Shen Qingyou's heart. Could it be... no, it couldn't be. Her father's health had always been robust; he only felt that eating was difficult. What serious illness could it be that made her mother cry like this? It couldn't be; it must be something else. As Shen Qingyou tried to comfort herself, she also reassured her mother on the other end of the line, "Mom, don't cry. Take your time. What exactly happened?"
"Serene, your dad... your dad..."
Shen Qingyou could no longer hear what followed. Her hand holding the phone began to tremble violently until the phone fell to the ground, and she didn't even notice. How could this happen? How could it be cancer?
Cancer, a term that instills immense fear, how could it fall upon her father? Shen Qingyou couldn't snap out of this dreadful news for a long time. Looking out at the bright sunlight, she suddenly found it blindingly bright, burning her eyes, and tears began to fall silently...
In an instant, life seemed to have plunged from heaven into hell. Just a moment ago, she was looking forward to a beautiful life; now, in this thunderous shock, she found it hard to extricate herself. Life truly plays tricks on people...
Regaining her senses, Shen Qingyou dressed and washed up as quickly as possible. Her mother, that gentle woman from Jiangnan, had never experienced such things; she needed to hurry to the hospital. In the mirror, her previously rosy face had turned pale beyond recognition. There was no time to care for her usually well-maintained long hair; she simply ran a comb through it a couple of times before rushing off to the hospital. Deep down inside, she still held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping this was just a misdiagnosis and that the doctor had mistaken someone else...
Comment 0 Comment Count