Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Si Zhengting nodded, then slowly said, “Okay, I understand.”
He stood up and left the office to make his way to Zhuang Nainai’s ward.
When he got to the door, he saw Ding Mengya standing outside the ward with her hands bandaged. As if afraid that Zhuang Nainai would notice her presence, she was stooping by the door and peeping inwards, ducking every now and then.
The sight of his mother being so careful wrenched Si Zhengting’s heart.
From what he remembered, his mother had never bowed down to even his father. She had always been high up in the air and had always held her head high despite having been divorced. She had even managed to fight for the succession rights to the Imperial Group for him and his sister, where she made his father lose all his possessions and allowed herself to win.
But the mother in front of him now was like a thief, acting furtively just to be able to steal a glance at her pregnant daughter-in-law.
He would never believe that a mother like that was the culprit behind Mother Zhuang’s accident.
Si Zhengting made up his mind; there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere.
He narrowed his eyes and, for once, felt that he should have gotten someone to check up on the car accident that had happened.
He took a deep breath and walked over.
Upon seeing him, Ding Mengya was shocked. She immediately took a few steps back and moved away from the room door. Straightening her back, she immediately looked at Si Zhengting and smiled. “You young brat, you’re going to be a father!”
Si Zhengting nodded his head and gave a bitter smile.
Ding Mengya continued, “Take good care of her. I can understand why she’s in a bad mood, so don’t you worry about me. What haven’t I experienced in life? I was betrayed by my best friend in my younger days, then betrayed by your father when I got to middle age… as long as you don’t betray me when I grow old, then everything will be alright!”
Listening to her self-mocking tone made Si Zhengting even more uncomfortable. Patting Ding Mengya on the shoulder, he said, “Mother…”
“You can stop right there, don’t call me that. Having a son is like this — in critical situations, you’ll pay attention to nobody but your wife. She’s awake now, so go in and placate her. Women like sweet nothings; it’s time you changed your outwardly cold demeanor.”
Si Zhengting nodded his head, and Ding Mengya left.
Si Zhengting made his way to the room door. Peering through the glass, he saw Zhuang Nainai talking to Lin Xi’er in a rather good mood. Lin Xi’er was saying something to her, to which she began laughing in response and pushing Lin Xi’er away in jest.
Seeing that she was in a good mood, Si Zhengting pushed open the door and entered the ward.
The moment he entered the room, Zhuang Nainai immediately closed her mouth. The room’s relaxed atmosphere broke down in an instant.
Zhuang Nainai lay down on the bed, her tummy sending her occasional spasms that made her freeze.
The nurses and doctors had instructed her to lie in bed for the whole day; if not, she would be risking a miscarriage.
Facing Si Zhengting, she knew she was not supposed to have emotional fluctuations, yet she felt her chest getting stuffy as she cast her mind back to when he had escorted Ding Mengya away from her with a cold expression on his face, and she decided not to bother herself with him.
She simply lay down, turned her head to one side, and stared out of the window.
It was bright and sunny in Beijing, and the sunlight warmed her as it shone onto her bed.
Her gaze pierced through the glass and fell on an indefinite point in the sky. Her thoughts floating here and there, she thought to herself, Where is Mother Zhuang?
