"The doctor said he wasn't sure if it was hereditary, as everything looked normal. But I was also normal when I was born. It was several days later that they discovered I couldn't see."
He buried his face in Sang Wuyan's palm. She leaned over and rubbed her face against his hair.
"Your father and mother are both fine, which shows that it is not inherited, so our children will also be fine."
"What if?"
"It won't happen."
"What if something happens?" he asked again.
"That doesn't matter. The baby has such a good father. He will be loved and protected for life and will not suffer any grievances. What else can he regret?"
In September, the entertainment edition of a widely circulated newspaper, Metropolis Morning Post, broke a news story that Yi Jin, a lyricist who had suddenly disappeared from the entertainment industry, was actually the sole heir of the current Su family. A recent photo of Su Nianqin was also attached to the article.
The report said that a former staff member of the A City Radio Station could come forward to testify.
Sang Wuyan learned the news after reading the newspaper at home.
She was stunned for a moment before she remembered to call Su Nianqin.
The cell phone was busy, the office phone was always disconnected, and she could imagine how many calls had to be squeezed in.
He hated to appear in front of people, so he kept a low profile, but there were so many people who would not let him go. She redialed his phone while reading the past that Su Nianqin had deliberately forgotten.
He was sent to an orphanage in City C when he was three months old. He was taken back by the Su family when he was seven years old. During that time, he ran away from the orphanage three times. His mother died in a plane crash when he was fifteen. He has been engaged in Braille translation and teaching in a school for the disabled since he became an adult. He took over the family business three years ago...
Every bit was ruthlessly revealed, some of which were new to even Sang Wuyan. As she read, her eyes began to moisten, and no matter how many times she redialed, the receiver kept ringing busy.
I don’t know when the photo in the newspaper was taken, but it was probably taken at a dinner party. Su Nianqin was dressed very formally, and the photographer caught him turning around at the moment. His expression was as indifferent to outsiders as usual, and his eyes were empty.
At this moment, she heard her cell phone ringing in the bedroom. She put down the landline phone and ran to get the cell phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Su Nianqin couldn't wait to ask, "Wu Yan, why is the phone at home always busy?"
Hearing his voice, Sang Wuyan's tears fell, "Nianqin—"
It turned out that they were both dialing each other's number at the same time.
"Wu Yan?" Su Nianqin called her anxiously.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," he replied.
"I'm fine too. The baby is very well behaved. He just rolled around in my tummy," she said.
"you alone?"
"And Aunt Zhang, she just came back from buying groceries."
"Don't open the door when you're at home, draw the curtains, and unplug the telephone line. I'll come back to pick you up in the evening." He now has someone he must protect, so he naturally becomes much tougher.
"Nianqin, are you really okay?"
"Don't worry, I'll make this go away soon." There was a convincing firmness in his tone.
"I'm afraid you'll be sad." Sang Wuyan said.
"With you, I won't be sad anymore."
"You shouldn't be sad about the past. The more painful it is to look back on, the more it means you deserve happiness in the future."
"Wu Yan..." He paused, "I'm sorry."
There were many things he had wanted to tell her a long time ago, but he had been putting it off, and now he let her find out in this way.
"This is the first time I hear you apologize to me."
Su Nianqin smiled bitterly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Nianqin, I will give you happiness and make up for all the happiness you missed in the past."
Hearing the noise outside, Sang Wuyan stood up with the phone in hand and saw that many reporters had come to the fence without her noticing, and all of them were looking inside. She suddenly became nervous and hurriedly pulled up all the curtains as Su Nianqin had instructed.
"alright."
Her body was very heavy and she would pant for breath whenever she moved. After she finished, she did not forget to report to her husband.
"Please ask Aunt Zhang to lock all the doors and windows." He instructed again.
"She's in the kitchen making lunch, don't disturb her. I can do this little thing, I'll take it as exercise."
"Be careful, or put the phone down first."
"It's okay, I'm strong." She smiled, and then checked one by one to see if the windows and doors were locked tightly.
Su Nianqin was on the phone and heard her climbing up the stairs panting, and then she cried out in pain.
"What's wrong? Wu Yan?" He stood up from his chair and asked in panic.
"Nothing, I just wanted to scare you." She giggled.
Su Nianqin on the other end of the phone was about to say something, but was interrupted and had to hang up.
Sang Wuyan hung up the phone, slowly sat on the stairs, and rubbed her waist. She had accidentally rubbed her waist against the handrail just now, and it hurt a little, but she didn't dare to tell him.
After being bombarded by various media reporters, he was exhausted. If it were before, he could just stand by and watch, but at this moment, he still represented the entire Su Group. As the helmsman, he couldn't do anything that would damage the group's image.
Su Nianqin's face turned pale, and even his voice was hoarse. He leaned back in the back seat of the car, rubbing his forehead with both hands, "I want to go home."
"There are a lot of reporters and fans gathered there." Xiao Qin was worried that Su Nianqin would not be able to escape once he showed up, and he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on.
"Wu Yan is at home, she can't live without me."
Su Nianqin closed his eyes extremely tiredly. In fact, sometimes this sentence could almost become: He can't live without her.
Xiao Qin arranged for another car to pick up Sang Wuyan with several people. The car then circled the highway several times before avoiding the pursuit from behind.
The two cars agreed to meet in a secluded alley.
Sang Wuyan opened the car door and saw Su Nianqin dozing off inside.
"Nianqin."
When he heard her voice, he hid his fatigue, slowly smiled, and opened his arms, "Wu Yan, let me hug you."
"Have you eaten?" Sang Wuyan sat in his arms.
Su Nianqin smiled and shook her head.
Sang Wuyan had an expression that said "I knew it". Then he took out a thermos box from his bag and opened it to reveal a bowl of steaming preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
"It's a little mushy, but not so greasy that I can't drink it," Sang Wuyan explained.
For the first time, Su Nianqin drank it without frowning.
“Delicious?”
Su Nianqin didn't say anything and just kissed her.
The kiss was deep but extremely gentle, and the taste of rice porridge remained in Su Nianqin's mouth. There was still a strong smell of burnt food, and it tasted too salty, Sang Wuyan concluded in his heart.
During the passionate kiss, Su Nianqin grabbed Sang Wuyan's hand and felt the empty ring finger, so he slowly let go of her lips and asked, "Where's the ring?"
"I took it off when I washed my face before going out and forgot to wear it." She explained hurriedly. In fact, she had been looking for the ring for the entire afternoon but couldn't find it, but she didn't dare to say it.
"Once you put it on, you shouldn't take it off often. You have a bad memory. If you lose it, I can just buy you another one, but you will feel it is unlucky." In the past, Su Nianqin would always get furious when he saw her not wearing a ring, but this time he was not angry and instead talked to her in a friendly manner.
The tyrant also has a day to reason, which made Sang Wuyan a little at a loss. He was just like a kitten who had made a mistake and did not refute at all.
"Where are we going?"
"You can go to the hotel."
Sang Wuyan suggested: "Why don't we go back to the elevator apartment where you used to live? I don't like hotels."
Su Nianqin nodded. Whatever she said was fine.
"Xiao Qin said you are very tired, close your eyes and rest for a while."
"I can't sleep." As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could think of was the mess of the day.
"How about I sing a lullaby for you?" Sang Wuyan winked mischievously.
"I'm afraid I'll have nightmares for three days."
"Oh, Su Nianqin, you have such a bad character." She bared her teeth and tried to bite him.
Su Nianqin touched her bangs and laughed deeply.
"It turns out that Nianqin's mother had an accident while on a plane."
"Well. The body has not been found, and there is an empty hole in the cemetery." Su Nianqin said lightly.
"Are you sad?"
"Since I had Sang Wuyan, I've never been sad again."
"I want you to tell me in person what happened in the past when you are free."
"Okay." Su Nianqin promised.
Sang Wuyan touched her stomach and frowned. She didn't know whether it was because she bumped into the stairs just now or because she was squeezed by the crowd when she came out of the house, but her stomach felt a little uncomfortable.
They arrived at the underground parking lot of the downtown apartment. Xiao Qin went out to take a look and found that there were indeed very few people in this place, and there were no reporters.
Su Nianqin got off the car first, then walked around to lead Sang Wuyan, "Be careful."
"You have to say this word to me at least ten or twenty times every day." Sang Wuyan was helpless.
At this moment, Sang Wuyan suddenly saw a few people getting off two vans, running towards them with cameras in their hands. She reacted faster than Su Nianqin and quickly stepped forward to protect him behind her.
"Mr. Su, I'm Zhang Wei, a reporter from the Morning Post, and I want to interview you." One of them said.
"Zhang Wei?" Su Nianqin said, "Are you the one who wrote that report?"
The man named Zhang Wei said complacently, "Not bad."
"There will be a press conference tomorrow. If you have any questions, you can ask them there."
"But there are some questions I would like to understand privately, provided that Mr. Su doesn't mind making them public." Zhang Wei smiled.
"Whatever you want." Su Nianqin smiled faintly and took Sang Wuyan's hand to get on the elevator.
Zhang Wei wanted to follow in, but was stopped by a driver who came later.
"Mr. Su!" Zhang Wei said loudly, "I wonder if people can guess which family's scandal it is if tomorrow's headline is "Young stepmother has an affair with blind stepson"?"
Sang Wuyan was shocked, and then became furious.
"There are many truths in this society that are worth your interviews and reports. There are many orphans and disabled children waiting for your help. There are also many unjust, false and wrong cases waiting for you to dig out and analyze. Why do you just keep holding on to him?" Sang Wuyan said angrily.
"Because Mr. Su is rich, has status and reputation, readers like to hear about him. Once he is reported, sales will increase. With profits, we can free up money to report the social truths that you, Mrs. Su, have mentioned. Simple logic, this is killing two birds with one stone." Zhang Wei said sarcastically.
"You!" Sang Wuyan was so angry that his face turned blue.
Su Nianqin held Sang Wuyan's hand and comforted her softly, "Wuyan, don't be angry."
Then he turned around and slowly said to Zhang Wei: "My wife has not had much experience in society, so what she said is a bit too idealistic. But you shouldn't provoke her. She is nine months pregnant and needs help to walk, so you must not get angry."
Zhang Wei didn't say anything. "It was my negligence that the news you wrote was published today. But I can guarantee that this negligence will never happen again." There was an unquestionable power in his calm tone.
"Mr. Su, are you threatening me?"
"It's not a threat, just advice." He smiled and nodded as a farewell, then helped Sang Wuyan into the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door closed, she couldn't help but lean on him. When those people appeared just now, she subconsciously wanted to protect him, but she didn't know since when, he had already become her backbone.
"I will protect this family, don't worry." He touched her cheek.
"I'm just worried that you'll feel bad," she said.
"Your man is not as fragile as you think." He laughed.
She woke up in the middle of the night and felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. She couldn't sleep well and was afraid of disturbing Su Nianqin next to her, so she quietly got up and prepared to sit in the living room.
Unexpectedly, as she just reached the door, her legs suddenly went weak and she fell, sitting hard on the ground.
She couldn't help but scream.
Su Nianqin suddenly stood up from her sleep: "Nothing?"
"Nianqin." She called him with a moan.
"Fell?" He walked anxiously in the direction of the sound.
"It hurts."
Su Nianqin knelt down and hugged her, feeling the warm liquid flowing out between her legs, and was almost going crazy.
He didn't dare to touch her, so he had to make phone calls everywhere and finally waited for the ambulance to arrive.
"Wu Yan, Wu Yan, wait a minute, we'll be there soon, soon." His face and lips were as white as paper, and even his teeth were chattering.
"Nianqin..." She called him in pain.
"Don't talk, save your energy. We'll be there soon, we'll be there soon, and it won't hurt when we get there. If it hurts, bite me." He comforted her incoherently.
"You said you were going to teach our baby to play the piano."
"no problem."
"You have to be patient and not be mean to the baby."
"I won't get mad at him, I promise." He nodded very seriously.
Sang Wuyan looked at his expression and couldn't help crying, "I'm sorry, Nianqin, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. What if the baby is gone?"
"If he's gone, he's gone. We don't want him anymore."
"You love him so much, how can you just say you don't want him anymore? If I die, will you also not want me?"
"How dare you!" He was annoyed, "Don't say anything about life or death."
"What if I really die?"
"If you dare to leave me and go away alone, I will immediately find someone else and forget about you in two or three days."
"You're lying." Sang Wuyan smiled weakly, "You're the one who can't bear to forget me."
Hearing this, he kissed her face hard.
The last thing Sang Wuyan remembered was that when she was put on the rack, Su Nianqin held her hand tightly, and the nurse said, "Sir, please let go. We need to send the patient to the operating room."
Xiao Qin said, "Mr. Su, let go."
An older nurse said, "Do you still want the doctor to treat her? She is in premature labor, and we will not be responsible if there is a delay."
Another voice shouted: "Take him away!"
Then she heard nothing.
In the dimness, someone called out: "Wu Yan, Wu Yan..."
She opened her eyes and saw a blinding white light. Standing in front of her was Cheng Yin, who had two pigtails and wore a dark blue denim dress, the same outfit she wore the last time they were trapped in the elevator.
"Nothing." Cheng Yin said, "I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"You have a husband and now a child. You don't need me anymore."
"Then..." Sang Wuyan asked, "Will you come back to see me?"
Cheng Yin smiled and said, "I'm not coming back."
Sang Wuyan lowered his head, "I can't bear to leave you."
"If you can't bear to leave me, why not come with me?" Cheng Yin asked mischievously.
Sang Wuyan thought about it and shook his head again, "I can't bear to leave them either."
"That's right, you have your own life. And I will also have a new beginning. So we have to say goodbye."
Cheng Yin walked closer and hugged her gently, "Goodbye, Wu Yan."
Seeing Cheng Yin gradually becoming transparent and finally disappearing in front of him, Sang Wuyan couldn't help but reach out to grab her, wanting to keep this phantom.
Unexpectedly, when she stretched her hand into the air, it was caught by another person's hand, and then she was called "Wu Yan" - it was Su Nianqin's voice.
She opened her eyes and saw Su Nianqin sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes were a little swollen and the beard on his chin had grown a lot longer.
"Is our baby okay?" she asked.
"Very good." He smiled.
(End of this chapter)