Chapter 510 - 142 Pitiful and ridiculous, who is the most naive_8
The second time, coerced by Bai Ran, wasn’t quite as disgraceful.
The third time, even without love, there was a sense of shame as if cuckolded.
The fourth time, full of fatigue and disdain, he mocked himself as ridiculous.
He couldn’t help but recall the first time he heard her announce her pregnancy, what was his mood then?
She was too delicate; the mere thought of childbirth pains made her depressed for a while, but he comforted her, saying, "Just this once, and I’ll never let you suffer like this again."
At that time, she laughed and said, "It would be best to have twins, a son and a daughter, then we’ll never have to go through this again."
She was afraid of pain, even becoming upset over a mosquito bite, such a princess-like delicate woman became his deepest yearning.
Right then, he thought, whether it be a son or a daughter, he only wanted this one, and never again would he want her to endure such agony.
On the day before their wedding, he secretly underwent a vasectomy without telling her.
At that time, he did not anticipate that just one day later, a tragedy would engulf his world.
If he had known what would happen later, would he have still made the same decision?
The answer is definite.
No matter how the world changes, in his heart, there is only her, the sole person qualified to bear his children, only her and no one else.
No matter how splendid the world may be, or how vibrant the sceneries, once it enters the heart, it can never be uprooted.
Her casual words became prophetic; indeed she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, unimaginably beautiful.
After delivering naturally, she was so exhausted that she fainted.
He looked at the pair of lovely and beautiful babies sleeping beside her, feeling no joy of a new father, but only a heart filled with grief and despair.
At that moment, he actually extended his hand, wanting to strangle the two children.
The baby boy was deep in sleep, oblivious to the sorrows and joys of the world; only the baby girl, with her sparklingly large eyes, curiously observed this new world. Her eyes were so clear, so pure, that his hand on her delicate neck couldn’t bring itself to exert any force.
She smiled at him, and he had never seen such a beautiful smile. He thought to himself that she would grow up to be just like her, a girl as pretty and proud as a princess.
He had also thought that if he had a daughter, he would certainly indulge her as the happiest princess in the world.
But I’m sorry, Dad is ultimately going to break his promise.
You cannot live, you must die...
His heart hardened, he built up his mental defenses, clenching his teeth and exerting force...
The baby girl’s laughter was innocent and pure, completely unaware of the predicament she faced.
"Brother Shen... what are you doing?" The woman who had just awoken screamed in horror.
Yun Shen’s hand trembled, almost unable to face her, leaving a hurried apology as he fled in disarray.
His thoughts in a haze, Yun Shen suddenly realized that he was truly despicable. To push all the blame onto two innocent children, what wrong had they done?
The one at fault was he, it was Yun Shu, ah...
If only time could be reversed...
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Yun Ya had a long sleep, filled with many fragmented dreams, but upon awakening, she recalled none of them.
The curtains in the room were drawn, and the bright sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sheer curtains, casting speckled glows across the floor.
She sat up, stretching herself in a big yawn.
Refreshed and clear-headed, all weariness and melancholia swept away.
Her nose seemed to catch the scent of food; it must be the aroma from someone cooking upstairs or downstairs wafting over, stirring up cravings in Yun Ya’s stomach.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she noticed that the food aroma was getting stronger. Glancing up casually, she saw a tall figure busily cooking in the kitchen.
Yun Ya paused for a moment, then her face broke into a big smile, and she ran over and hugged his back, rubbing against him like a little cat.
"Brother Yan, are you my conch brother?"
The young man, holding a spatula, said helplessly, "What conch brother? Hurry up and wash up; breakfast is almost ready."
"Yes, sir."