MY BOY [ZHANYI] ✅

TWENTY

*UNEDITED CHAPTER*

Wang Yibo only smiled broadly as his mother-in-law proudly displayed the baby clothes she had just rushed to buy a few hours ago. The face of the middle-aged woman, still too beautiful, shone brightly, hugging the baby clothes as if she couldn't wait for her grandchild to come into the world.

"Darling, forgive Mama for not taking you along to buy the clothes this time. Mama doesn't want anything to happen to my grandchild!" Mrs. Xiao said, feeling slightly guilty, looking at her son-in-law who was sitting comfortably on the bed.

Yibo shook his head. "No, Ma, it's okay. Besides, I don't like crowds."

"Well... but it's really fun, dear. When the parents themselves buy the baby things—" Mrs. Xiao hurriedly stopped herself. She forgot that this could make Yibo feel hurt.

Too late, his face was already downcast with despair, prompting Mrs. Xiao to immediately approach him, feeling guilty.

"Oh, sorry, Mama forgot that Xiao Zhan is always busy. Don't be sad," Mrs. Xiao coaxed, patting Yibo's slumped shoulders.

"Ugh, you're only left behind because you're busy, and you make such a face. What about me, who's left behind to get married?" Hearing the irritating remarks, Yibo immediately lifted his head. Mrs. Xiao, too, looked at Xing Ling incredulously.

"Stop arguing, you two are already adults," Mrs. Xiao intervened.

Xing Ling didn't listen; she just went into the room casually, then sat down beside Yibo's bed, causing Yibo to sigh and lean against the bed.

"I'll be going home today," Xing Ling said later, making Yibo immediately turn to her with a puzzled expression. However, just a moment ago, this girl was still annoying. Clearly, Yibo was surprised by her sudden change.

Mrs. Xiao chose not to leave but also didn't choose to interfere in their affairs. She was still standing, warning them in case of a quarrel.

"Why?" Yibo asked, but Xing Ling understood his meaning.

"It's useless for me to force a heart that's already taken. Because the more I try to hold on, the more it hurts me," Xing Ling replied bitterly.

Yibo chose not to answer. The feeling of pity and pain from her words yesterday made him still hesitant. But this time, he felt relieved. There was no one else trying to disturb their marriage anymore.

"Oh yeah, I forgot something." Yibo raised his head when Xing Lin stood up and approached him, then cupped both of his cheeks with her hands.

"What are you—" Yibo held his breath as Xing Ling's thin lips touched his chin softly. Even Mrs. Xiao was a little surprised. But a few moments later, she laughed gaily.

"The kiss I gave to Xiao Zhan Gege," Xing Ling said, smiling innocently. Ignoring Yibo's sharp gaze.

"Damn! So this is the kiss you meant?"

Xing Ling laughed, "No wonder you're so stupid. You're too naive, Wang Yibo. I did that kiss when I was still in elementary school."

"Yeah, you're really annoying," Yibo said, unable to accept it, but Xing Ling chose to turn around and leave after hugging Mrs. Xiao for a farewell and thank you.

Perhaps, people were right. Letting go wasn't the end of everything, but the beginning of an unharmed feeling.

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The sound of moans that greeted Xiao Zhan's ears almost asleep in the middle of the night immediately woke him up. The mature man quickly turned on the light to make sure what was happening. When his eagle eyes saw his wife writhing in pain, clutching her stomach, he immediately reached out to hold her body in a worried embrace.