After Yang Ming and the senior doctor left, Xiaoxiao felt more and more that the old doctor hadn’t told the truth, so she quickly followed them, only to overhear a fact she was unwilling to believe.
She was actually infertile. How old was she? Would she really never be able to have her own children in this lifetime?
She hadn’t expected retribution to come so swiftly. Was this the price she had to pay for abandoning her family to come here?
Her lips curved into a cold smile, but tears kept flowing uncontrollably. Her heart had sunk to the bottom. Just thinking that she couldn’t have children made her feel so apologetic, so sorry for Yang Ming. Could he bear living a childless life forever?
Even she, with her modern ways of thinking, couldn’t accept it, let alone him.
Soulless, she turned around and returned to her boudoir.
Seeing his bride’s tearstained face and her soulless eyes, Yang Ming felt unbearably pained and hurried after her.
Back in the room, he saw his wife sitting on the bed motionless, silently shedding tears.
He comforted her with heartache, "My wife, don’t take to heart what the doctor said. Maybe his medical skills aren’t refined. Let’s find another doctor."
Xiaoxiao spoke expressionlessly, "I believe what he said. This is retribution."
"..." Retribution? What was his wife talking about?
"This is retribution for abandoning my family to come here. Heaven is finally punishing me, ha ha ha!"
As Xiaoxiao laughed through her tears, Yang Ming was terrified, fearing she might harm herself. Hugging his wife tightly, he said with heartache, "My wife, this isn’t retribution. We will definitely have our own children in the future, trust me."
Retribution? If it were, he was willing to accept it, as long as she was by his side. No children, then no children.
But no matter how Yang Ming tried to persuade her, Xiaoxiao just wouldn’t listen. She was immersed in the fact she could not bear children and couldn’t pull herself out. She then said, "Husband, perhaps you should marry another. You can’t be without children."
As she spoke these words, although Xiaoxiao was in pain, she meant it sincerely. She knew people here cared deeply about having children; she couldn’t be selfish.
Hearing this, Yang Ming hugged his wife even tighter, and with anguish, said, "Don’t talk such nonsense again. In this life, I’ll marry only you."
Xiaoxiao’s tears kept flowing; she had cried so much that day, perhaps her tears would soon run dry, "But, husband, I’m sorry, I can’t give you children."
"If we can’t have children, then we won’t have them. I only want you."
"But your parents are really looking forward to you having children."
"They will understand."
"No buts, stop thinking so much. We can still see other doctors, and the doctor prescribed some medicine. Don’t give up so easily, okay?"
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao’s eyes cleared up. Her dear husband was right; she was young and had plenty of time for treatment. She couldn’t give up so easily, "Okay!"
Seeing his wife relent, Yang Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Let’s keep this between us and not tell the family, okay?"
"Stop crying; you look like a tear-streaked kitten, with swollen eyes." Yang Ming said as he took out a handkerchief to wipe his wife’s tearful face.
Xiaoxiao stopped crying and showed a smile, "Okay, no more tears. I’ve cried them all dry."