The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 500 - 503. After the Event [Brief Introduction Skit] (15th Update)
In fact, no one expected things to develop to where they are today.
"Sigh, the most innocent one is that child," Yu Xiaoxuan said. In the entire affair, Ding Minghui and Tong Yushi had what was coming to them, but the only innocent one was that unborn child.
Yu Xiaoxuan’s words were met with agreement from Shen Qinglan and Fang Tong.
"However, if you think about it from another angle, it’s better that this child was not born. If he was born, he would have lived in an unhappy environment," Shen Qinglan said indifferently.
That child was an unwelcome presence. Even if he had been born, he would not have received love from his own parents. It was very likely that, due to his parents’ grudges, he would have had a tragic childhood. Shen Qinglan had seen too many news stories about parents abusing their children. Perhaps leaving now was a good thing for the child.
When the child was mentioned, Fang Tong glanced at her own swollen belly and touched it, her expression somewhat forlorn.
"Alright, let’s not think about this matter anymore. You’re about to give birth, stay happy, the mood of a pregnant woman is very important," Yu Xiaoxuan comforted Fang Tong.
Fang Tong nodded, "Yeah, I know. It’s just that I felt a bit emotional after hearing about what happened."
Fang Tong’s due date was a week away, so she was admitted to the hospital four days before her due date.
It was the night before her due date when she suddenly felt the onset of labor. Her child was considerate of his mother. Soon after Fang Tong felt abdominal pain, her cervix dilated quickly, and she was wheeled into the delivery room. Compared to Shen Qinglan and Yu Xiaoxuan, Fang Tong’s delivery was quite smooth. Before long, she gave birth to a son weighing seven pounds and six ounces—a truly hefty little boy.
Since her close friend had given birth, Shen Qinglan and Yu Xiaoxuan naturally came to visit.
At the hospital, Yu Xiaoxuan looked at Fang Tong’s son with a face full of smiles, "Qinglan, this child has such long eyelashes, look. When he grows up, with just this pair of eyes, he’s going to enchant loads of young ladies."
Shen Qinglan looked at the little guy, who was sleeping with his eyes closed. His eyelashes were thick and dense, like little fans casting tiny shadows on his face.
Anan’s eyelashes were also very beautiful; this child’s eyelashes were on par with Anan’s.
Yu Xiaoxuan’s heart almost melted with cuteness; she liked kids with long eyelashes. Guoguo’s eyelashes were also long, but compared to Anan and this little guy, they were still a bit shorter and sparser.
Fang Tong had a cesarean section, and her surgical wound was only beginning to hurt now. Li Bo Ming had been by her side the whole time at the hospital, not going to work at all, even changing Fang Tong’s clothes for her.
Because she chose a cesarean, Fang Tong’s recovery time was longer, and she had to stay in the hospital longer than Shen Qinglan and Yu Xiaoxuan.
One day, an unexpected visitor entered the hospital room.
Fang Tong looked at the person who came in, somewhat surprised.
Tong Yushi smiled, "I heard you had a son. I came to take a look."
Fang Tong’s expression remained calm, but her hand under the blanket unconsciously clenched a little tighter, "Thank you."
Her gaze briefly swept across Tong Yushi’s flat abdomen. Tong Yushi did not notice her look, found a chair for herself, and sat down next to the baby’s crib.
Li Bo Ming had gone to get some fresh clothes for Fang Tong. Knowing she wanted to see her son, he had brought the boy into the hospital room before leaving.
"Is this your and Bo Ming’s son?" Tong Yushi asked, looking at the little one asleep. Her gaze softened, but when she raised her hand, Fang Tong called out to her nervously, "Tong Yushi."
Tong Yushi looked towards Fang Tong, saw her wary gaze, and dropped her hand, smiling, "Don’t be nervous, I just wanted to touch him, your son is very cute."
How could Fang Tong not be nervous? She was alone in the hospital room, unable to move well, and her son was within Tong Yushi’s reach. If Tong Yushi wanted to do something, she wouldn’t even have time to stop her.
Tong Yushi noticed Fang Tong’s anxiety and voluntarily moved her chair further away, "You can relax now."
Although Fang Tong hadn’t fully relaxed, she was not as tense as before, "Thank you for coming to see me today."
"No need to thank me, it’s not you I wanted to see." She just wanted to see what Li Bo Ming’s son looked like and whether he resembled Li Bo Ming.
"Actually, I was carrying a son too," Tong Yushi said softly, "but he wasn’t fortunate enough, chose the wrong womb, and didn’t even get the chance to take a look at this world." A hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, and the mention of the unborn child still made her heartache.
Even though she already knew the outcome, seeing Tong Yushi’s appearance at that moment, Fang Tong didn’t know what to say. She could feel Tong Yushi’s genuine sorrow, perhaps because she had just become a mother herself.
"You must have seen the news online, right? Ding Minghui is in prison," Tong Yushi changed the subject, and Fang Tong looked at her, only to hear the latter continue, "It was I who personally sent him there, because he caused the death of my child."
"So, you came today just to tell me this?" Fang Tong responded.
Tong Yushi looked into Fang Tong’s eyes, with a hint of inquiry in her gaze, "I thought you would have some reaction to such news, after all, weren’t you and Ding Minghui lovers who spent many years together?"
Fang Tong’s expression was indifferent, "That’s all in the past. I have nothing to do with him anymore."
Tong Yushi nodded, looking at Fang Tong with complex eyes, "Yeah, I know. Actually, Fang Tong, you’re a particularly lucky person, so lucky that I’m jealous of you. You successfully escaped the pitfall that was Ding Minghui, and then you met Li Bomming, who loves you so much." That was something she aspired to but could not have.
"You don’t need to look at me like that. I am indeed jealous of you, but I won’t do anything to you. Or did you think that I would take revenge on you at the hospital? I admit I disliked you quite a bit, and I still don’t like you now," said Tong Yushi frankly.
From the moment she saw Tong Yushi today, Fang Tong felt that something was different about her, and now she realized what it was: the look in her eyes. The past Tong Yushi always had eyes filled with resentment and jealousy, but now her gaze was calm and peaceful. Despite saying she disliked and was jealous of her, her emotions remained subdued.
"You..." Fang Tong started but suddenly didn’t know what else to say. Her only common ground with Tong Yushi was Li Bomming. They had fallen in love with the same man. Tong Yushi’s initial approach to Fang Tong was determined to have Li Bomming, so they were never friends.
"If you’re thinking of showing sympathy, don’t bother. I’m not so pitiful that I need sympathy from a rival in love," Tong Yushi cut off what Fang Tong was about to say. "And you don’t need to change your opinion of me. I won’t offer blessings for you and Li Bomming."
After exchanging a few words with Fang Tong, Tong Yushi left. As she was leaving, she happened to run into Li Bomming at the entrance of the hospital.
Through the crowd, Tong Yushi stared blankly at Li Bomming, feeling a tinge of sourness in her heart. Li Bomming also saw her, his expression changing slightly as he quickened his pace.
Just as he was about to pass by Tong Yushi and head to the ward, Tong Yushi spoke up, "Bomming, can we talk?"
Li Bomming paused in his steps, hesitated for a moment, then turned in a different direction, walking towards the hospital garden. Tong Yushi’s eyes gleamed faintly as she followed him.
"Bomming, congratulations on becoming a father," Tong Yushi spoke softly.
Li Bomming pursed his lips, "Thank you."
"Your son is very cute."
Li Bomming looked at her intently. Tong Yushi smiled, "You and Fang Tong are both so edgy. I didn’t plan to do anything to them. I just came to see your son purely. Bomming, I’m leaving."
Li Bomming watched her, silent.
Tong Yushi gave a wry smile, "My child was Ding Minghui’s. My relationship with him... well, it doesn’t matter anymore. The doctor said that I’ll never be able to be a mother again in this lifetime, which is also what I deserve. I caused a lot of trouble for you and Fang Tong in the past, and now I’d like to apologize to you both." Her eyes were sincere, not as if she were lying.
Because Ding Minghui was Ning Ke’s ex-husband, his incident made it into the news and newspapers, so Li Bomming naturally knew about it, and knew that Tong Yushi was the plaintiff.
"I probably won’t come back after I leave this time. Today is the last time I’ll see you. I just hope you can let my father’s company go. I’ve already told my parents that I’ll leave Beijing. They gave birth to such an unfilial daughter. All that’s left for them is that small company. I’m begging you not to cut off their only means of livelihood."
As long as Tong Yushi doesn’t do anything, Li Bomming naturally wouldn’t touch her father’s company, "Just make sure you keep your word."
"Thank you, Bomming," Tong Yushi said earnestly, her gaze lingering on Li Bomming’s face, reluctant to leave for a long time.
Bomming, I once promised you, if this child wasn’t yours, I’d never appear before you again. Now, I’m going to fulfill my promise. Goodbye, Li Bomming, the dream of my youth.
"Goodbye, Li Bomming," Tong Yushi took a deep breath, said, and then turned and walked away.
Li Bomming watched Tong Yushi’s departing figure, his eyes flickering before he turned and walked into the ward.
Inside the ward, Fang Tong was feeding her child. Seeing Li Bomming come in, she took the initiative to speak, "Tong Yushi came just now, said a few words, and left."
"I ran into her downstairs. She was saying goodbye," Li Bomming recounted Tong Yushi’s words to Fang Tong without any omission. Fang Tong sighed softly, "I didn’t expect that after going through such a change, she would come to a realization."
Li Bomming nodded his agreement, "It’s for the best." It was better than her taking things to an extreme. If Tong Yushi couldn’t let go and continued to cling on, Li Bomming wasn’t sure what he might do to protect his family.
**
Fang Tong’s troubles were resolved, and Shen Qinglan also breathed a sigh of relief for her. The smooth birth of Fang Tong’s child was also a doubly joyous occasion.
These past few days, Shen Qinglan’s mood was very good. Without her saying anything, everyone could feel her happiness.
"Mummy, Daddy is coming back today, isn’t he?" Anan asked, tilting his little head up at Shen Qinglan, who was painting.
"Daddy will be back tomorrow morning."
"Oh." Anan responded with a sound.
"Missing Daddy? Then Mummy will call him."
Anan shook his head, "No, don’t call Daddy."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan glanced at her son, "Why, doesn’t Anan miss Daddy?"
Anan tilted his head and thought, his small face full of conflict. Actually, he did miss his Daddy, but he didn’t want Daddy to come back. Seeing him conflicted, Shen Qinglan chuckled, put down her brush, and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Mummy, if Daddy comes back, then I can’t sleep with you." This was what Anan was most conflicted about. Every time Daddy came back, he wouldn’t allow him to sleep with Mummy, and even the bedtime stories were told by Daddy. And Mummy spent all day with Daddy and didn’t have time to play with him.
"Didn’t Anan promise Daddy last time that he would sleep by himself?" Shen Qinglan teased him.
The mention of this made Anan even more conflicted. Last time, Fu Hengyi took Anan out to play, and Anan took a liking to a set of toys and wanted Fu Hengyi to buy them. Fu Hengyi tempted his son with the toys, saying if he agreed to sleep by himself in the future, he would buy them. Unable to resist the temptation, Anan nodded and agreed. That moment became a lifelong regret. Since then, whenever Anan wanted to sleep with Mummy, Fu Hengyi would remind him of the promise.
Shen Qinglan had taught Anan from a young age that once he promised something to someone, he had to follow through and not go back on his word. So, even though Anan was very unwilling, he would still go back to his room to sleep on his own.
"But Mummy, it’s been a long, long time since I slept with you. Can you sleep with me tonight?" Anan pleaded softly, his big eyes blinking.
Every time Anan begged like this, acting all cute and soft, he knew that Mummy would agree. Sure enough, Shen Qinglan couldn’t refuse her son’s request and nodded, "Okay, Mummy will sleep with you tonight."
"I want to see Mummy when I wake up in the morning." Anan made a further request. There were several times Mummy had promised to sleep with him, but when he woke up in the morning, she was gone.
"Okay, Mummy promises. When you open your eyes, tomorrow morning, you will definitely see Mummy, alright?"
"Then Mummy, you mustn’t tell Daddy." Otherwise, Daddy would tease him, saying he didn’t keep his word.
Shen Qinglan smiled and nodded, "Okay, I won’t tell Daddy." Anyway, Fu Hengyi wasn’t coming back until the next morning.
Anan was immediately happy.
At night, after Anan had his bath, he climbed into bed early and lay down. Seeing Shen Qinglan come in, he scooted over, patting the spot beside him, "Mummy, I’ve warmed the bed for you."
Shen Qinglan smiled, Anan had learned this move from Fu Hengyi. On cold winter days, Fu Hengyi would warm the bed for Shen Qinglan and told their son that Mummy was a girl and was afraid of the cold, while they were boys and should be nice to Mummy. So, every time Anan wanted to sleep with Shen Qinglan, he would warm the bed for her, even in the scorching summer.
Shen Qinglan lay down beside Anan, gave him a kiss on his small face, and said, "Thank you, my darling."
She took a fairy tale book from the bedside table, randomly opened a page, and began to tell Anan a bedtime story in a soft voice. Anan snuggled into Shen Qinglan’s arms, listening intently at first and even asking questions. Half an hour later, he fell asleep with his eyes closed.
"He fell asleep quite fast." Shen Qinglan smiled lightly, put the book aside, and hugged her son to sleep.
Even though it was a children’s bed, Shen Qinglan wasn’t very tall, so it didn’t feel cramped.
In the middle of the night, Shen Qinglan suddenly heard the sound of footsteps. She opened her eyes and saw a blurry figure in the darkness. Who else could it be but Fu Hengyi? She blinked in surprise, sat up, and asked in a voice low enough not to wake her son, "Why are you back now?"
Fu Hengyi sat down by the bed, turned on the floor lamp, and the room became faintly visible. "I missed you, so I came back." The corner of his eye caught sight of a certain little boy who had drooled all over in his sleep. "Sleep in your room?"
Shen Qinglan glanced at her son and shook her head, "I promised Anan I’d sleep with him tonight."
"He’s already asleep," said Fu Hengyi with a hint of jealousy. He had just arrived home today, keen on finally being able to sleep with his wife, but when he got home, he found an empty bed. Entering his son’s room, he saw Shen Qinglan and his son sleeping sweetly together.
Shen Qinglan patted Fu Hengyi’s arm, "You go back to sleep first. If Anan doesn’t see me when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he’ll cry."
"I want to cry now that you’re not sleeping with me," Fu Hengyi said grievously. "Besides, Anan is already over three years old. He doesn’t need someone to sleep with him."
Shen Qinglan gave him a look of speechlessness, "You are over thirty years old this year." Implying that he didn’t need someone to sleep with even more.
Fu Hengyi, disgruntled, didn’t say another word, picked up Shen Qinglan, and walked out. Indeed, actions were quicker than tender words. Caught off guard, Shen Qinglan instinctively wrapped her arms around Fu Hengyi’s neck.
"Blanket." She said. Fu Hengyi had just moved, causing Anan’s blanket to fall to the floor. Fu Hengyi put Shen Qinglan down, went over to cover his son with the blanket, turned off the night light, and carried Shen Qinglan back to their room.
"Let’s go, let’s take a shower." Fu Hengyi, holding Shen Qinglan, walked into the bathroom.
"I already took a shower."
"Then join me for another one."
As a result, the shower lasted a whole two hours. After bathing, Fu Hengyi came out, lay in bed holding his wife, and then contentedly closed his eyes to sleep.
As sleep fogged Shen Qinglan’s senses, she felt an oppressive heaviness on her chest, as if a mountain was weighing down on her. She suddenly opened her eyes to see a dark head.
Fu Hengyi, seeing that Shen Qinglan was awake, lifted his head and said with a smile, "Good morning, wife."
Shen Qinglan stared at Fu Hengyi. "Fu Hengyi, I’m human, not a machine." They had just fought a "300-round battle" last night, and first thing in the morning, this man was at it again. Shen Qinglan felt sore all over.
"So this time I’ll do the work, you just lie there," Fu Hengyi said matter-of-factly, bending down to her chest and naughtily reaching for the straps of Shen Qinglan’s nightgown.
Shen Qinglan pushed him away. "Let’s do it tonight; let me rest for a bit." They say land can’t be overworked, only the ox pulling the plow can die of exhaustion, but Shen Qinglan feared she might become the first piece of overworked land. This ox had labored all night and was still full of energy, while she didn’t even want to move a finger.
"Wife, you must understand the feelings of an old man who has been abstinent for over two months." Fu Hengyi’s words were slurred as he spoke. Last month when he came home, he happened to catch Shen Qinglan on her period; he couldn’t even savor the broth, let alone the meat. Needless to say, he intended to have his fill this time.
"Fu Hengyi, listen to me. We’ll do it tonight, tonight," Shen Qinglan just wanted to sleep now.
"You sleep, don’t mind me," said Fu Hengyi, persisting in his difficult labor.
Shen Qinglan looked heavenward, speechless. Do you think I’m dead? How can I not feel anything with you doing that?
Fu Hengyi was more familiar with Shen Qinglan’s body than even his own and soon had her in a state of disarray.
Just as they were about to take things further, the door was knocked on. "Mommy." Anan’s tender voice reached their ears. Fu Hengyi paused in his actions, continuing on, while Shen Qinglan gave him a shove, "Your son is still outside."
"Don’t mind him; he’ll go back on his own if he gets no response," Fu Hengyi said, without the slightest inclination to attend to his son. He then bent down and kissed Shen Qinglan’s red lips, swiftly removing her nightgown and throwing it to the floor.
Anan slept contentedly with his mom last night, but waking up, he was upset to not find her in bed. His mom had promised to accompany him.
Xiao Pang rubbed his eyes, climbed out of bed, and wobbled to knock on his parents’ door. "Mommy." He tiptoed, reaching for the doorknob only to find it locked; Fu Hengyi had locked it from the inside. Anan continued to knock on the door, "Mommy."
Inside the room, as Fu Hengyi was about to remove the last hurdle between them, the lingering Anan outside added a hint of grievance to his calls for his mommy.
When Shen Qinglan heard this, she felt a twinge of heartache, pushed Fu Hengyi away, grabbed her robe, and draped it over herself. "Anan, mommy’s here," her voice was gentle as water.
Fu Hengyi lay back in bed, looked down at his eager self, and couldn’t help but let the tears stream down his face...
Shen Qinglan opened the door, immediately closing it behind her, and crouched down, touching her son’s face. "Mommy’s here; what’s wrong?"
"Mommy, you said I’d see you when I woke up," Anan said, feeling aggrieved, thinking it was the same as before—waking up alone. Without guesswork, Anan knew it must be because Daddy was back; Daddy always fought with him for mommy.
Shen Qinglan was embarrassed; she had broken a promise to her son, all thanks to a certain man. "Mommy was wrong; I apologize to Anan. Will you forgive mommy?"
"Mommy, did Daddy come to see you?" asked Anan.
"Yes, Daddy came back last night and went to see Anan, too, but you were fast asleep," Shen Qinglan said softly.
Anan furrowed his little brow. Just as expected.
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and a dressed Fu Hengyi walked out. He glanced at the little rascal who had ruined his plans. "Why didn’t you change your clothes when you got up?"
Anan was still in his pajamas.
Fu Hengyi picked up his son, ready to help him change, but Anan waved his little hands, "I want mommy to change me."
