"And she wouldn’t allow anyone to call me a cripple either; in fact, I know that many people used to secretly refer to me as such, calling me ’little cripple.’" When Mr. Luo mentioned this, he saw that Ye Zi’an bore no sign of defeat, but instead, his whole being shone brightly, emitting a different kind of radiance.
"Do you know, sir? I actually don’t care about others calling me ’little cripple,’ since I don’t have much to do with them after all. But my wife cares, she cares a lot. Even before we were engaged, she wouldn’t allow it, she wouldn’t let anyone call me ’little cripple.’ Whoever said it, she would beat them up, no matter who they were! While I was disabled, my wife always protected and took care of me, she only cared about me as a person, not what I looked like."
He paused slightly before continuing, "When I came to the Capital City, my wife said something to me, that it didn’t matter whether I achieved great success or had nothing at all, even if I were disgraced. In her eyes, I was still Brother An. So, setting aside all those other factors, I dared not to take part in the imperial examination; I dared to lead a mediocre life. My wife wouldn’t demand that her husband stand out, to live a life of luxury, she wouldn’t despise me for lacking talents. But once I made my choice, she would support me with all her might, she would never become a burden to me."
Mr. Luo was surprised by his words and looked at him for a long while, this was the first time he heard him talk so seriously about that stubborn girl.
From the way he spoke, having such a wife could indeed make a man’s life more relaxed, free, and without pressure.
Seeing that Mr. Luo didn’t respond, Ye Zi’an just smiled and started to wonder by himself what their child would be like and who the child might resemble more.
In fact, the reason he shared all this with Mr. Luo was also to convey through Mr. Luo’s words to that person that his wife was really very good, their marriage was wonderful, and they were indispensable to each other. He hoped that there would no longer be any unnecessary misunderstandings or dislikes toward his wife.
Meanwhile, Yang Chuxia in the faraway Yangshu Village of Funan had no idea that Ye Zi’an had shared so much with Mr. Luo because of her.
She was even afraid that Ye Zi’an might worry, not wanting him to know that she was pregnant.
Therefore, on the second day after Mu Shaoling and Luo Linhao settled in at the Yang Family, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to tell Mu Shaoling not to mention her pregnancy to Ye Zi’an, so she rose early to find someone to go fetch Mu Shaoling.
Unexpectedly, by the time she came downstairs, Mu Shaoling was already there.
"Oh, I forgot to remind you, when you send the letter, don’t tell Brother An about my pregnancy." Originally, Mu Shaoling was going to stay in a separate building, but after hearing her concerns about Ms. Wang’s nagging, he moved into the Yang Family residence with Luo Linhao.
"Why not tell him?" Mu Shaoling asked with raised eyebrows while sipping his tea.
"He’s supposed to concentrate on the exam, isn’t he? I don’t want to distract him with this." She thought of how much Ye Zi’an valued her, managed a disheartened smile, and then added, "Besides, knowing him, he might even give up on the exam if he hears the news, definitely giving Mr. Luo a headache."
Well, they truly understood each other like a married couple should, so in tune even from thousands of miles away.
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling just shrugged, "You’re too late, I’ve already sent the letter." Not only had he sent it, but he also took the opportunity to provoke that man a bit.
Hmph, he did not believe that such a small matter could cause friction between the two. He was all too aware of how much they trusted each other; alright, he had to admit that he just didn’t want Ye Zi’an to get too comfortable.