Chapter 860
Forget personally baking him a birthday cake; even if he sliced the cake and presented it to her, she wouldn’t take a bite—she’d only light incense for him!
“In our junior year of college, I gave birth to your son,” she continued, “and not two years after graduation, I gave birth to your daughter. The childbirth was difficult, and there you were, a grown man, raging outside the delivery room, threatening to ‘wipe out the source of all trouble.’ That story was all the buzz among our friends. What now, are you saying all that is just fiction?”
“!!!!!!!!” Of course, it was all fiction; how could he have possibly done such a thing?
What kind of man would even utter such words?
Shen Mo looked at Ye Xingguang, who had an expression that said, “What are you talking about, I have no idea, where am I, who am I,” picked up the unfinished coffee from the table without any hesitation, and splashed it on Ye Xingguang’s face before leaving.
Tang Zhou just so happened to walk into the sunroom in a flurry, holding a snowball. He saw the scene and shouted, “Junior, what are you doing!”
Shen Mo threw five words back: “Wake his brain up.”
“Damn it, have you lost your mind? You wake up my bro’s brain, are you sick?” Tang Zhou felt like smashing the snowball in his hand onto Shen Mo’s face.
Shen Mo said, “Didn’t he wrongfully accuse Xingguang and Li Yu of having an affair? Don’t I have the right to teach my brother-in-law a lesson?”
Uh…noveldrama
Tang Zhou promptly suppressed the urge to pelt Shen Mo with the snowball.
After Shen Mo dragged Tang Zhou away, Ye Xingguang, not bothering to wipe his face, stood dumbfounded, unable to believe what Shen Mo had said since it was totally different from his own memories!
People, naturally, believed their own memories more.
He did wish he could have two children with her in three years, but could that really happen?
Hah…
Long after, Ye Xingguang left the sunroom and went upstairs to his bedroom. Entering the bathroom, he splashed his face with water, changed into pajamas, and his gaze landed on the woman sitting at the table by the window, eating dumplings and admiring the snow. His eyes held an unfathomable depth.
Ye Xingguang had almost finished her dumplings, with just the last one left. She looked up to see Ye Xingguang’s eyes narrowed, staring at her intently, causing her scalp to tingle. She asked in confusion, “Why are you staring at me like that? You brought these dumplings for me to eat yourself. You didn’t say you wanted any, so I thought you might go downstairs to get another bowl for yourself. There’s one left, do you want it?”
“Keep it for yourself,” Ye Xingguang walked toward her, pondered for a long moment, and then said, “Baby, if I got diarrhea and ended up in the hospital, would you make soup for me?”
“I don’t know how,” Ye Xingguang replied instinctively, but then quickly added nervously, “I’ll ask my mom to teach me. Are you sick? Did you eat something that upset your stomach?”
“No, I was just saying. Cooking isn’t for you.”
Ye Xingguang picked up the last dumpling and brought it to his mouth. He opened his mouth and ate the last dumpling, then lifted her up and carried her back to bed, pulling her into his arms to continue their nap.
Using his hand as her pillow, he stared into her sparkling, starry eyes—her beautiful eyes clear-cut between black and white, incredibly fetching.
He twirled a strand of her long hair with his fingers and brushed her face with the tip, his mind involuntarily revisiting Shen Mo’s words. Could it be possible? Absolutely not!
The her of the past never liked him, much less would she make soup or cake for him, or bear him children. If she had, they wouldn’t have been unable to continue together; he wouldn’t have felt so tired, so weary.