Unfortunately, that just made her even angrier.
In the past, it was he who rejected other women. He was the one who made others suffer, yearning but failing to attain. Now, he had finally tasted that flavor of suffering, and it was indeed painful.
An Ruo returned to her bedroom, curling up on the bed, with the events of that day flooding her mind.
Reflecting on it now, she had indeed been foolish then.
So he had married another woman, she shouldn’t have let the fact that she couldn’t accept this reality lead to a difficult birth.
She should have been indifferent, she should have been more relaxed, and then the child wouldn’t have died.
But she also understood that at that time, she was completely incapable of being rational and detached. They had just pledged themselves to each other, she was carrying his child, she loved him so deeply, she naturally couldn’t accept his betrayal.
In fact, it was all her own fault for being too foolish, for loving someone too much...
Tears involuntarily slid down An Ruo’s cheeks, and as she realized this, she hurried to the bathroom to wash her face.
Really, if her heart felt nothing, why the tears?
Since learning that the child had already died, Tang Yuchen’s heart was in pain and filled with guilt.
He never showed it in front of An Ruo because he felt he didn’t have the right to show his grief in front of her.
So, he chose to hide his sorrow deep inside, not letting her see it.
That child was the one he had long hankered for. Even though he had never seen him, he still loved him; he would always be his child.
To make up for his mistake, he bought a new grave site with a particularly good feng shui location. He was planning to move the child there.
Of course, he would have to discuss it with An Ruo first.
"I don’t agree," An Ruo coldly rejected his proposal after hearing it.
"He’s already resting peacefully in his grave; don’t disturb him. Besides, the place where he’s lying now is fine; no need to move him."
Tang Yuchen’s throat tightened, "An Ruo, even if he’s gone, I want my child to rest in splendor. His gravestone doesn’t even have a name, don’t you think that’s a bit too simple?"
An Ruo scoffed, "What you mean is too shabby, right? Tang Yuchen, do you know why there’s no inscription on the gravestone?"
The man shook his head, and she stared into his eyes, saying each word deliberately: "Because he died as soon as he was born, so he doesn’t have a name. And because, neither of us deserve to be his parents."
Tang Yuchen’s pupils contracted, a sharp pain piercing his heart.
Yes, he didn’t deserve to be the child’s father, nor did he deserve to be the man she loved.
"Fine, I’ll leave it as you wish, I won’t touch him," the man nodded slightly, an undeniable dejection in his eyes.
"As for the name you mentioned, I actually had one ready; I just hadn’t had the chance to tell you. Tang Zhiyu, I wanted to name him Tang Zhiyu."
Loyal until death, that was his love for her, but sadly he had not had the time to say it.
An Ruo turned her head away, not letting him see the turbulence in her eyes.
Tang Yuchen, it’s all too late, eternally too late.
"An Ruo, I promise not to disturb his ashes, but I still want to inscribe the tombstone, to tell him who his mom and dad are."
This time An Ruo did not argue, let him be, it didn’t matter anymore anyway, the person was already dead.
Tang Yuchen did as he said, immediately calling to have it taken care of.
He even personally went to oversee and supervise the design on-site, and in just one day, the child’s gravesite had been transformed.
The next day, he specially took An Ruo to see it.