Otherwise, bearing too much sorrow, a person would break down, would be crushed.
Tang Yuchen was also worried that she couldn’t bear it, which is why he let her cry out.
Five minutes had long passed, yet the woman in his arms was still crying, just much more quietly.
She kept sobbing, her thin shoulders continuously trembling, inexplicably tightening his heart and making his mood somewhat heavy.
His large hand caressed her head as he gently rubbed it, making his first promise to her, "Stop crying. As long as you are my wife for a day, I won’t let anyone hurt you even a bit."
An Ruo suddenly stopped crying, she looked up and pushed him away, wiping her tears she said lightly, "Thanks, it’s already pretty good that you don’t hurt me."
Tang Yuchen wasn’t angered by her words, he looked at her and smiled, "If you behave, why would I hurt you?"
"Why should I behave as you say?" An Ruo sharply retorted.
Her mood was awful today; anyone who upset her was stepping on a landmine.
"I like women who are obedient," the man shamelessly said.
An Ruo coldly laughed, "Sorry, I can’t be what you like."
"Really sharp-tongued," Tang Yuchen shook his head with amusement, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of doting.
An Ruo looked towards the window, her eyes drooping dimly; her only weapon was her sharp tongue.
She wouldn’t hurt others, nor did she have the strength to confront them—other than protecting herself like a hedgehog, what else could she do?
She hadn’t eaten much when visiting the An family; upon returning to the villa, Tang Yuchen instructed the servant to prepare food.
An Ruo said she didn’t feel like eating and went upstairs to rest.
Tang Yuchen didn’t ask her whether she planned to reclaim her father’s shares.
These issues were currently beyond An Ruo’s consideration; she was physically and mentally exhausted and didn’t want to think about anything. Other matters could wait.
An Ruo had slept, but in her dreams, she cried in sorrow; when she woke up in the afternoon, she felt as though she had had a big cry, completely drained. However, the pain and grievances in her heart had lessened quite a bit; crying indeed was good medicine for sorrow.
She had agreed to meet Xia Nuo for hotpot; when An Ruo left the house, Tang Yuchen asked her where she was going, she casually mentioned a few things, and he didn’t ask further.
"An Ruo, over here!" Xia Nuo called out excitedly as she saw her enter.
Seeing her, An Ruo’s mood improved greatly.
"Today I ordered all your favorite dishes. I also got a dozen beers, tonight we won’t go home unless we’re drunk!"
Xia Nuo was in high spirits today; her energy infected An Ruo, and the unpleasant events of the day were pushed to the back of her mind.
"Xia Nuo, why didn’t you invite your significant other?"
"Why invite him? This is a sisters’ gathering; a man would just dampen the mood! I’ll introduce him to you next time we have a chance."
With that, Xia Nuo handed her a gift, "Happy Birthday."
Xia Nuo suddenly felt a bit melancholic, "After all these years, I thought I would never get to celebrate your birthday in this lifetime."
An Ruo patted her hand and comforted her with a smile, "Here’s our chance, from now on, we’ll celebrate each other’s birthdays every year."
"Deal! An Ruo, baby, let’s toast; this first drink, to your everlasting happiness and joy."
"And to your everlasting happiness and joy too," An Ruo raised her glass to clink with hers.
The two women shared a smile, yet neither saw the secrets hidden in the depths of the other’s eyes.