He reached out to touch her belly, and she forcefully slapped his hand away.
"Please show some respect for yourself."
"An Ruo, I am touching my son."
"Your son hasn’t come out yet; you’re touching me."
"Well, there’s no helping it, if he hasn’t come out, I can only feel him by touching you." Saying this, his hand reached out again.
Suddenly, the baby in the belly moved, and Tang Yuchen froze, then joyfully exclaimed, "He moved, he moved!"
This was the first time he felt the baby move, and his heart could not have been more delighted, more thrilled.
The baby in the belly moved again, and Tang Yuchen, overcome with excitement, pressed his face against An Ruo’s belly and smiled, speaking to the baby, "Son, I am your dad, can you hear daddy’s voice?"
An Ruo stared blankly at his joyful demeanor, listening to him talk to the child, feeling a mix of emotions.
Anyone who didn’t know better would certainly think they were a very happy husband and wife.
Tang Yuchen spoke a few words to the child and, feeling An Ruo’s silence, looked up puzzled, only to see her eyes were tinged with red.
She turned her gaze away, said coldly, "You’ve seen the child; you can leave now."
The man stood up, cupped her face in his hands, and looked deeply into her eyes.
He knew why she wanted to cry, he wanted to comfort her, but he had no right to comfort her.
Her heart ached, and his did too.
An Ruo looked down and did not meet his gaze, sniffed, and frowned slightly, "You should go."
If he didn’t leave, she really was going to cry.
Tang Yuchen bent down and kissed her lips, a trace of deep understanding fleeting through his eyes, "Rest well, I will come to see you another day."
He understood that he had to make a choice, he had to give up one of them.
The man stood up and left. An Ruo curled up into a ball, sat blankly for a long time, and then began to eat what was in front of her.
Emotions are truly complicated, chaotic, and entirely irrational.
An Ruo ate too much, causing her stomach to feel bloated, and she was woken up by the pain at night.
Scared pale, she immediately called out loudly for Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou hastily called for an ambulance, and also phoned Tang Yuchen.
She had upset her stomach from eating, so she had to stay in the hospital for observation for a day.
Tang Yuchen rushed to the hospital, and there was An Ruo, her face pale as she lay on the hospital bed. He approached and took her hand, frowning with concern, "How are you feeling now?"
"My stomach feels uncomfortable," she said, feeling sorry for herself.
She regretted eating so much.
The man kissed her forehead and whispered reassurances, "Don’t be afraid, everything will be alright. I’ll go ask the doctor, and I’ll be right back."
She had been rather scared earlier, but now that she saw him, she wasn’t as frightened. It seemed as though with him around, she didn’t need to worry about anything.
Tang Yuchen left for a moment, then quickly returned. He told her that she was all right, that the doctor had asked her to stay in the hospital only as a precaution.
He kept speaking words of concern and comfort to her, never once blaming her for anything from start to finish.
An Ruo lowered her eyes and whispered softly, "I’m sorry..."
The man gave a slight smile, "Silly, there’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault; it’s my failure to take proper care of you."
She looked up, surprised by his words.
Tang Yuchen held her hand, kissed it gently, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "An Ruo, I’m sorry."
"..." Why is he apologizing to her?
His eyes looked at her with deep regret as he said: