The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Chu Ningyi’s eyes darkened and he did not answer immediately.

The little darling could not grab the phone at all. He was angry and reached out to slap his daddy with his little arms. It was his fault for not giving the phone to him.

Chu Ningyi grabbed his son’s little hand with one hand and calmly said, “No need, I’ll come with the mother and son tomorrow. I’ll ask Old Third to pick you up. You can go with him.”

‘He’s bringing… the mother and son?’

Yuan Jiayi sat in the wheelchair as she gazed outside the window. She clenched her fist on her lap but stayed calm.

“Alright, since that’s the case, you don’t have to ask Brother Fengyang to come over. I can go on my own,” Yuan Jiayi said, but if one listened carefully, one could hear the grief in her voice.

“It’s inconvenient for you to move around. I’ll send Old Third over.” Chu Ningyi frowned as if he did not like others being contrary to his intentions.

“Mm, then you do your thing. I’ll go get ready,” Yuan Jiayi said and quickly ended the call. She then clenched the phone tightly in her hand. “Shui Anluo, don’t get complacent so soon, the winner and loser have yet to be determined.”

Chu Ningyi ended the call and gave the phone to the little darling. However, the little darling was being audacious now. He twisted his head around and leaned into his mommy’s arms, ignoring his daddy. He did not want it now when he was giving it to him.

Chu Ningyi raised his brow. This audacious kid really deserves a beating sometimes.

Shui Anluo lowered her eyelids. Just as Chu Ningyi took the little darling, she carefully asked, “Yuan Jiayi?”

“Mm, tomorrow is the anniversary of Uncle Yuan’s death. His grave isn’t too far from here, I’ll take you both there tomorrow,” Chu Ningyi said darkly.

Shui Anluo lowered her head. Chu Ningyi had flung the bowls and chopsticks last time because of this. It was the most important reason why he had left the army.

“What is it?” Chu Ningyi stared at Shui Anluo who was silent and had her head down. He frowned as he asked the question.

Shui Anluo looked up and shook her head at him. “It’s nothing. What time are we going? Is there anything that I should prepare?” Shui Anluo asked as she blinked. Her mother had always handled the preparations on the anniversary of her grandfather’s death so she only knew that she had to prepare something but she didn’t know what.

“No need, I’ll ask Maid Yu to make the preparations.” Chu Ningyi stroked her head. “What unrealistic utopian fantasies are you having this time?”

Shui Anluo avoided him and pursed her lips at him.

Chu Ningyi stared at her as well. Shortly after, he said, “Has Maid Yu told you?”

“Not everything. However, she gave me a rough explanation of why you were so fierce to me and had flung the dishes last time. It had been triggered by this.” Shui Anluo lowered her head as she spoke.

Chu Ningyi slowly lowered his head and stared at the little darling in his arms. The large fire from that year flashed across his eyes and his body unconsciously tensed.

The little darling felt uncomfortable in his embrace and began to twist his little body around, looking for his mommy.

“Hey, what’re you doing?” Shui Anluo stared at her son who was close to tears and quickly pulled him into safety. She patted his little body gently and frowned at the man whose face was turning pale.

Had that incident affected him so much?

Chu Ningyi clenched his fists and shut his eyes. When he opened them again, everything seemed to be clear and bright. “I’m fine. You should head back first, I’m taking you to a party tonight,” Chu Ningyi said before he swept pass Shui Anluo and walked away.

Shui Anluo carried the little darling as she followed slowly behind him. She had searched the newspapers for news from that year but not even the papers had any records of it. Maid Yu had said: ‘How could there be a record of anything like this? It has all been erased by the higher-ups.’

An incident that Chu Ningyi still remembers yet all records of it have been destroyed. Just how tragic was it?