Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

He Yuzhu frowned upon seeing this, with a hint of helplessness and distress in his eyes. He knew Yu Haitang's character very well, and once she got emotional, it would be hard for her to calm down.

At this moment, he chose to remain silent, not because he agreed with Haitang's accusation, but because he understood that arguing at this time would only make things worse.

So he took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, turned around and slowly walked out of the room, each step seeming unusually heavy.

When they arrived at the yard, the moonlight was like water, filling the entire open space. He Yuzhu stopped, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with trembling fingers.

The firelight danced in the night, reflecting his complex and ever-changing expression. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of cigarette, let the smoke linger in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

This brief moment seemed like a time for him to have a conversation with himself, giving him the opportunity to think and sort out the confusion in his heart.

"Haitang is right. There are indeed some things I haven't done well enough."

He Yuzhu said silently in his heart, and every detail of his acquaintance with Yu Haitang and their marriage emerged in his mind.

He understood that Yu Haitang had to bear a lot of pressure and grievances by marrying him, a man who was married for the second time. As the mainstay of the family, he did not give her enough love and security, which made him feel deeply guilty.

"But Chang'an is also my son. I can't give him up for my wife..." He Yuzhu frowned again. He knew that he could not favor either side.

Family harmony requires everyone's efforts and understanding, and he is now standing in the middle of the scale, trying to find a balance point.

"Oh, this is a really difficult thing to deal with..." He Yuzhu sighed, gently put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

The moment He Yuzhu opened the door and stepped into the room, a quiet and slightly dull atmosphere hit him. He closed the door gently. In the room, the moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a bit of softness to the dark space.

"Haitang?" He called softly, with a hint of caution in his voice, fearing that his words would cause unnecessary ripples in the air. However, the only response he got was dead silence, as if even the air had frozen.

He Yuzhu sighed, feeling mixed emotions. He slowly walked to the bedside, his movements so gentle that it seemed as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping Yu Haitang.

He first took off his coat gently, folded it neatly and placed it on a chair beside him, fearing that it would make any noise. Then, he sat down slowly, and his eyes swept around the room, finally stopping at Yu Haitang's figure with her back to him.

He sighed softly, with a bitter smile on his lips. He knew that Yu Haitang was still angry about what happened before, but he also understood that at this time, the best way was to give her some time and space to let her calm down.

He Yuzhu carefully lay down on the bed, trying not to make any noise. He turned sideways and just looked at Yu Haitang's back quietly, which made him feel an indescribable sense of loss.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep as quickly as possible, but the scenes that happened tonight kept replaying in his mind.

Yu Haitang's anger, his own helplessness, and the various possibilities for the future of this family... these thoughts were like undercurrents, churning in his heart.

After a long time, when the night deepened and everything was silent, He Yuzhu finally found a trace of peace in this chaos. His breathing gradually became even and deep, and finally he slowly fell asleep in this quiet night.

However, in his dreams, there is still Yu Haitang's stubborn and aggrieved figure, as well as every little bit they have gone through together...

......

The next morning, in the living room, He Daqing, He Yuzhu and Yu Haitang sat around the simple but warm dining table, and the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

There was a hint of haste and dissatisfaction in Yu Haitang's movements. She gently put down the chopsticks in her hand, glanced at He Yuzhu with complicated eyes, and without saying much, she stood up and put on the coat hanging on the back of the chair with neat movements.

She deliberately avoided eye contact with He Yuzhu, walked straight to the door, pushed the ladies' bicycle at the door, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

"I'm leaving first." Her voice was low and brief, with a barely perceptible tremor. She got on the bicycle, pedaled her feet, and disappeared into the morning light, leaving only a string of crisp bells echoing in the air.

He Daqing's gaze followed Yu Haitang's back until she was completely out of sight, then he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to He Yuzhui.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed both blame and confusion, as if he wanted to penetrate He Yuzhu's heart and find the root cause of the quarrel.

"Yu Zhu," he said, his voice low and powerful, "What's going on? Hai Tang is still pregnant and needs more care both physically and mentally. How could you make her angry at this time?"

He Yuzhu's heart tightened when he heard this. He looked up at his father. His eyes, full of traces of time, were filled with worry about the family and expectations for the future.

He opened his mouth, his lips trembled slightly, as if he had thousands of words he wanted to pour out, but in the end he couldn't find a suitable beginning.

His eyes wandered, sometimes looking at his father's expectant eyes, and sometimes lowering his eyes to avoid the scrutinizing gaze.

Seeing this, He Daqing's anger seemed to dissipate a little, and his tone became much softer, "Yuzhu, I know you may have your difficulties, but no matter what, Haitang is a pregnant woman now, and her emotions are easily fluctuating. You have to coax her and let her feel your care and support."