Shujun thought that if it had been Lao San treated , she would have lost her temper long ago. But what about Yixuan? It was probably due to a lack of self-confidence or perhaps his nature. Even when provoked by her , he bore it.
Such a personality was far too dull.
However, later on, Shu Yu realized that he had miscalculated.
Shu Yu had a habit of enjoying the breeze in the courtyard after dinner each evening, a routine made possible because his health had improved compared to the past; otherwise, he wouldn’t even think of going out for fresh air and would probably have to stay inside all day. After enjoying the breeze, he thought that, as Lao Si had been on night duty yesterday, tonight should be his turn. But when he came to his wife’s room and pushed the door, he found that someone had bolted it from the inside.
He heard Yixuan’s voice coming from inside and then turned to look at Lao Si, who was huffing and puffing as he split firewood in the courtyard.
Liang Haoming glanced at his second brother, then hung his head low, looking sullen.
Shu Yu’s lips curved imperceptibly.
Good lad, it seems Yixuan couldn’t hold back anymore!
His lips curled with a subtle smile.
Inside the house, the young mistress swallowed, looking at the man whose face was serene but carried a hint of alcohol, sitting on a stool. His drunken gaze was misty, and the pain in his eyes was startling.
"In the heart of my wife, just what position does Yixuan hold?"
"You care deeply and sincerely for Big Brother and the others, but what about me? Am I so insignificant?"
He laughed hoarsely, his expression very forlorn.
Dong Huiying hurried toward him, "It’s not like that!" She bit her lip, then reached out her small hand, gently touching his face, her body trembling. She tried to ignore the pain the skin contact brought, forcing a small smile on her face. "It’s important, all of it is important!" They were her family, the people she cared for.
Certainly, Zhi Chen, Shujun, and Haoming held different places in her heart, but she knew Yixuan, Yue Ning, and Shu Yu were also part of this family. Since she was here, she had to accept it all — she had long been conscious of this.
Moreover, she did not dislike Yixuan. Whether it was due to a chick complex or her infatuation with his tenderness, he had always held a very special place in her heart, from the beginning to the end.
"Please don’t be sad, okay?"
Yixuan saw her pursing her lips, shivering, her face pale and her eyes slowly reddening. He did not know why but could see a coerced effort in her countenance.
It seemed that touching him was quite painful for her.
He had long known he was different from other women. For example, polyandry, which seemed normal to other women, was something she had to force herself to slowly accept with all her courage.
He was only called her husband and could be a man to her because his surname was Liang and because he was lumped together with his big brother and the others.
He knew it, he knew it all. But it was precisely this clarity that pained his heart.
He slowly stood up, with a look of indulgence and helplessness, staring deeply at her, "Let’s just pretend I wasn’t here tonight."
Then, he walked towards the door.
Her heart clenched, his retreating figure, his back turned to her, his desolation – it was an unbearable feeling.