"You too, they’re just kids and you’re bullying them , do you even look like a father?"
Although she knew Bai Da was joking, she said it out of instinct.
In fact, she was quite happy with a loving husband and two obedient children. What was she still worrying about?
"Why not? Raising a son is about letting him be free. When our Xingxing is born, she will certainly be the most beautiful girl. I’ll carry her on my shoulders, take her to see the stars, catch fish, and catch rabbits. She will definitely be as adorable as you."
Bai Da would go on and on about his daughter ever since the check-up when they suggested it might be a girl, he seemed to go crazy, preparing lots of clothes and shoes, all in pink for his daughter.
Ye Xiu was helpless with this ’daughter-obsessed’ man.
Time passed day by day, and Bai Da’s work got busier and busier.
He finally managed to take a day off to take her to the market, planning to buy some food, but an accident occurred.
She was going into labor.
Bai Da rushed her to the hospital.
Upon reaching the hospital, although there were other pregnant women there, her situation was too urgent, and she was rushed in.
Bai Da hurried to make the payment, while she struggled hard to push. This time, she had no strength left.
She heard the doctor mention a severe hemorrhage and urged her to push.
Her Xingxing was born, and the nurse showed Xingxing to her briefly—a wrinkled little girl, her Xingxing.
Due to the massive bleeding, she fell into unconsciousness again.
When she awoke again, all was painless. Bai Da’s face looked fierce, and he even started to disdain Xingxing, though he didn’t make it obvious.
Throughout the confinement period, Bai Da took meticulous care of her but was indifferent toward Xingxing.
The man who once said he would spoil Xingxing to the skies had changed.
She thought, as Bai Da had said, it was only because this time was too dangerous, she had almost not come back. So he was afraid and dared not face Xingxing.
Her Xingxing was well-behaved, never crying or fussing, just disliking being touched. Each touch would make her cry loudly, she’d be calm only if left untouched.
Xingxing grew day by day, and Bai Da said the bracelet was getting old, and he would take it for maintenance.
When it returned, it indeed looked as good as new.
She didn’t know why, but upon seeing Xingxing, she suddenly felt alienated.
That kind of avoidance, even holding her felt irksome. She is a mother.
She was always dreaming, not knowing what she dreamt of, but always awoke with tears streaming down her face.
Bai Da suggested, "Xiuxiu, haven’t you always wanted to be a teacher? Go ahead, I’m here, I’ll take care of the kids."
She really couldn’t face Xingxing. She loved her dearly, but seeing and holding her felt repulsive—maybe going to work would be better.
Starting at the school, looking at the children reignited her passion. She wanted to be a good teacher.
Every time she returned home, indeed, Xingxing wasn’t crying or causing trouble, and the sons were even more sensible and obedient. Bai Da seemed to want to give her everything, and it seemed like a return to happy days.
When Xingxing was six, Bai Da brought home a girl, saying she was Nan Jin’s child—it had been many years since she had heard this name. She was somewhat dazed; the girl was Bai Da’s brother’s child.
She didn’t feel much at first, but later, as the girl sweetly called her ’mum,’ Bai Da kept praising her, and she started to like the girl.
No, that’s not right!
Ye Xiu screamed desperately, watching the Ye Xiu in her memories. That’s not her daughter. Your daughter is Xingxing, you’ve been deceived.
You’ve been deceived?
Ye Xiu broke through the barrier.
She opened her eyes, a sharp glint flashed through, staring at her empty wrist, she gave a cold laugh.
Bai Da had deceived her for over a decade; there was something wrong with that bracelet.