Rong Shaoze looked at her, smiling without a word.
If she could fall in love with him too, they would be even more affectionate.
Suddenly, he remembered what his father had said about wanting to hold a grandson and his gaze involuntarily fell on her stomach.
Lin Xinlan noticed his unusual look and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"
The man curved his lips, smiling somewhat wickedly, "I am wondering if there might already be a child of mine in your belly."
Lin Xinlan’s heart skipped a beat, but fortunately she steadied herself; otherwise, she would have shown an abnormal expression.
"I remember you haven’t been taking birth control pills recently, and I have been so diligent, so you should have a child of mine in there," he said.
Rong Shaoze looked expectantly at her belly as if by simply looking, a little boy might truly start bouncing out from inside.
Lin Xinlan forced a smile and said lightly, "Getting pregnant isn’t something that can happen anytime; it depends on fate."
"Fate?" He frowned in confusion.
Does the creation of a child really rely on fate?
Isn’t it just his seed planted inside her body, combining with her, that grows into a child?
In his opinion, this didn’t depend on fate, but on his ability!
Lin Xinlan knew what he was thinking and said with a laugh, "What I mean is, it’s not possible to become pregnant every time, so it depends on fate. You should know that children are gifts from heaven, not something we can have just by wanting them."
He understood what she meant now.
Holding her close, he kissed her forehead and said with a smile, tenderly, "Heaven will definitely bestow us a gift, a child. But I also need to work harder, maybe you can get pregnant again soon."
Lin Xinlan’s body tensed slightly.
Rong Shaoze sensed her reaction and held her even tighter, resting his chin on top of her head, his voice low yet firm.
"Don’t worry, I will never hurt our child again, I will treat him well, I truly won’t hurt him again."
Thinking of that child he had personally killed, his heart ached.
He had never shown it in front of her because he didn’t have the right to suffer, and even less the right to be sad in front of her.
Having killed their child, how could he display his anguish and stir up her sorrow?
Lin Xinlan closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, her gaze was very calm, now devoid of any pain.
Pushing him away slightly, she said indifferently, "Shall we go? Are we heading straight back or should we eat something first?"
The man clasped her hand and smiled, "Of course, we should eat first."
They left, and Huifang stayed in the hospital room, taking care of Rong’s father with all her heart.
Rong’s father didn’t know what had gotten into him, but suddenly he really wanted to talk more with Huifang.
He kept talking ceaselessly, starting from when the two of them met, then getting married, and then having children...
He remembered all the big and small events in their life.
Now, looking back, he realized how beautiful those experiences were.
Huifang listened with a smile, occasionally chiming in to help him recall memories.
Seeing him tire from speaking, she tenderly asked him to rest, forbidding him from talking any more.
Rong’s father nodded with a smile, holding her hand, he said earnestly, "Huifang, let’s go on a trip when I get better. Wherever you want to go, I’ll accompany you."
Huifang was moved, but even more so, she was filled with sweetness.
After decades of marriage, when had he ever spoken such words to her?
Being able to feel his care for her in this life, she felt no regrets.