Chapter 1147: Old Married Couple Whispering Sweet Nothings

Jian Yixin: "I know the logic you're talking about, but I just can't control myself, what should I do?"

Sheng Zerong: "Go see a psychologist. If you don't want to see your classmate, we'll go somewhere further away. Moli is doing very well at the Sheng Family; when I went, he was doing a puzzle with Zihan, and he was doing it so fast and well, he was almost about to beat Zirui."

This sentence was what Shi Youxuan had told him.

He hadn't actually seen his son, but he made it up as if it were true.

Mentioning her son, Jian Yixin was like a different person, constantly asking how the child was doing at the Sheng Family.

Had he cried until his voice was hoarse?

How would Sheng Zerong know?

He hadn't even seen his son's face.

But if he didn't know, he could make it up, though he couldn't make it too outrageous.

After all, saying the son had adapted quickly wasn't realistic, and it would be a blow to his wife; she would feel that her son no longer needed her, and he feared she might do something extreme.

"He started by crying, of course. He's grown up by your side the whole time and has never been away for a minute, how could he not cry? But the children at Big Brother's house are really great. They surrounded our Moli in the center, and Moli was like a little sun."

"Everyone kept him company and went along with whatever he wanted, so he stopped crying after a while and was playing quite happily with Zihan and the others..." Although he hadn't made up every detail correctly, it actually wasn't far off.

Jian Yixin stopped crying and asked over and over again, never tiring of it.

As long as her son was mentioned, she was fine with everything else.

Sheng Zerong continued to make things up, and before he knew it, the afternoon had passed.

It was dark.

His stomach rumbled, and Sheng Zerong clutched his belly with a bitter face: "Wife, I'm so hungry I barely have the strength to talk. Can we eat first? We can continue talking after the meal."

"Mm, okay."

The couple sat at the dining table, and Jian Yixin stared blankly at the seat her son usually occupied.

"No, I want to call that heartless woman Shi Youxuan and ask if my Moli has eaten."

The call went through, and Shi Youxuan asked lazily: "What is it?"

"Has my son eaten?"

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The call was hung up.

But soon, several photos were sent over via WeChat, and the photos even had the date and time on them.

In the photos, Moli was eating dinner with everyone, smiling very happily, and eating with great relish!

"Hmph! You heartless little thing, adapting to someone else's house so quickly. No, I have to think of a way to snatch my son back, otherwise, in a few days he'll be her son again. That woman is an expert at winning people over."

That was what she said, but the heavy stone in her heart had finally fallen to the ground.

She ate quite a bit for dinner and was stuffed.

After the meal, her husband suggested: "Let's go out for a walk to help digest."

It was snowing outside again.

In this kind of weather, if her son were at home, Jian Yixin wouldn't let him go out for fear he would catch a cold; naturally, she would stay with the child, so she wouldn't go out either.

But since her son wasn't home, she wasn't afraid just being with her husband.

"Okay."

She agreed.

Sheng Zerong considerately took her coat, she naturally stretched out her arms, and her husband helped her put it on and skillfully fastened the buttons.

For these past few years, she had been like a nanny, taking care of her son meticulously; how could she describe the feeling of being taken care of now?

It was truly wonderful.

"Thank you."

"Silly, you and I are husband and wife, why say thank you?" her husband chided.

The couple walked on the small path in the residential complex; the path wasn't very flat, and the pebble-paved path was just right for walking on in thin-soled Spring Shoes during the summer, as it could provide health benefits.

But on a snowy day, walking on it was wet and slippery, and it was easy to fall.

So, this path was basically empty, and now only the couple was walking on it.

Jian Yixin held onto Sheng Zerong's arm, and he reminded her from time to time: "Slow down, if your feet slip, just lean on me. I've got plenty of padding and am not afraid of falling; I can be your cushion."

Her heart felt very warm, but she glared at her husband and chided: "It's all your fault, you insisted on taking this path instead of the good one."

"Hehe, this little path is quiet, no one will come over to say hello." It was hard for the couple to finally have a chance to be alone, and Sheng Zerong didn't want anyone to ruin this rare, happy time.

The two leaned against each other, walking leisurely on the path.

They talked about the past, bit by bit.

When she was young, Jian Yixin's eyes and heart were full of others, and she didn't know that there was someone who, just like her, had his eyes and heart full of her.

The interesting things she could remember were related to everyone else, while the past he brought up was only related to her!

Many trivial matters, Jian Yixin had long since forgotten, but her husband still remembered, and he remembered them all.

He spoke, and she listened.

At this moment, it was as if only the two of them were left in the world, with no one else.

Jian Yixin was somewhat moved.

What had she been doing all these years?

With such a good husband by her side, she had almost turned a blind eye to him, putting all her thoughts into her son and ignoring her husband.

She felt a bit guilty and asked softly: "Husband, do you blame me?"

"Hm?"

He didn't quite understand; why did his wife suddenly come out with such a question?

"All these years I've only cared about the child and have paid too little attention to you. I'm sorry." The apology was sincere.

If her husband had blamed her at this moment, or complained of his grievances, or vented his dissatisfaction, Jian Yixin would not have had any objections; it was her fault to begin with, and it would be expected for him to be dissatisfied.

But he did not.

Sheng Zerong tightened his arm around his wife, pulling her closer into his embrace, kissed her forehead, and said gently, "Silly, I won't blame you."

"You must have forgotten what I said to you on our wedding day; I said that in this life, once I married you, I would love you well, dote on you for a lifetime, make you the center of my world, and no matter what you do, whether it is right or wrong, I will support you and listen to you."

"Swish—"

Her eyes welled up with tears.

She had indeed forgotten.

But with her husband's reminder, she remembered it again; her husband had said those words on their wedding night all those years ago.

It was just that she hadn't paid attention at the time, and certainly hadn't taken it to heart, thinking it was merely the sweet talk of a man in the heat of passion, and had forgotten it afterward.

She had thought that one shouldn't take a man's words to heart, and that whoever took them seriously would be the one to lose!

She had indeed not taken it seriously, but her husband was serious.

Tears could not stop flowing down; she was too moved.

She knew her husband was good to her, but she had never imagined that his love for her could be so deep and so true.

"Oh, don't cry."

Sheng Zerong was a bit at a loss, hurriedly helping his wife wipe the tears from her face.

Pure white snowflakes drifted down, the snow falling heavier and heavier, and the wind picked up as well.

His wife hadn't worn a hat when she went out, and her long hair fluttered in the cold wind.

He unbuttoned his overcoat, turned up the collar, and then pulled his wife inside, so she wouldn't have to fear the cold wind blowing against her face.

Jian Yixin buried her face in her husband's chest; it was very warm and gave her a great sense of security, a peace and tranquility she hadn't felt in her heart for a long time.

"Husband, I love you."

"What did you say? Say it again!"

He had heard clearly, but he just couldn't believe his own ears.

Jian Yixin raised her head from her husband's embrace, tear tracks still on her face, but her gaze was very firm: "I love you!"