The man’s eyes sparkled with emotion as he caressed her stomach and made a promise to her, "I will definitely rush back before you give birth."
"No rush, the baby still has three months before it’s born. You’re going at most for two months, so there’s plenty of time."
Yes, it was just two months. Once they passed, everything would get better.
When he came back, they would live happily together, free of any pressure.
Tang Yuchen hugged An Ruo tightly, not letting her see the murky emotions in his eyes.
That night, they lay in bed quietly, not saying a word, just silently enjoying the warm moments together.
The next morning at six o’clock, Tang Yuchen woke up.
He opened his eyes, quietly got out of bed, saw An Ruo still asleep, left a gentle kiss on her lips, and whispered, "Baby, wait for me to come back."
An Ruo stirred, turned her back to him, and continued sleeping.
The man sighed with relief, thinking he might have woken her up.
There was no need to prepare anything; after dressing and washing up, he gave one last longing look at the sleeping woman, then silently left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
An Ruo opened her eyes, and suddenly her eyes reddened, and she couldn’t help crying.
Really, what was there to cry about? He was only going for two months, not leaving forever.
Two months would pass quickly; she just had to endure it.
That’s what she told herself, but her heart still felt reluctant, truly wishing she could be with him every single moment.
Tang Yuchen left quietly, his phone off. Not until that evening before going to sleep did he call An Ruo.
He said he had just gotten off the plane and reached his destination.
An Ruo, worried he might be tired, told him to rest soon, and after chatting briefly, they hung up.
The house felt so much emptier without him there.
During the days Tang Yuchen was away, An Ruo felt listless in everything she did. The only moment she looked forward to each day was the phone call before bed.
Due to the time difference, they could only talk around eight or nine in the evening, so they both eagerly awaited the arrival of nightfall.
Xia Nuo, aware of Tang Yuchen’s business trip, often came to visit An Ruo to keep her company.
Day after day passed quickly this way, and before she knew it, a month had gone by.
An Ruo didn’t even know how she had managed that month.
At first, every day was painful, missing him terribly. Later, it got better, but she still missed him a lot.
However, she had endured half the time already; in one more month, he would be back.
Winter arrived again, and it became very cold. An Ruo seldom went out, staying at home every day.
In three days, it would be Tang Yuchen’s birthday.
She went to bed early, lying in bed waiting for his call.
He usually called precisely at eight-thirty, they talked for an hour, then hung up.
But today, it was past eight-thirty, and he hadn’t called yet.
An Ruo waited anxiously, thinking he might have been held up by something and would probably call soon.
Time ticked by, and by nine o’clock, he still hadn’t called.
At nine-thirty, there was still no call...
Lying heavy in bed, An Ruo kept her eyes wide open, completely unable to fall asleep.
In her mind, she kept guessing, what on earth was he doing?