The cannon fodder female supporting role in the misplaced life

Looking at Xu Yingying, who was so close, she stood there delicately, her body trembling slightly, her big, watery eyes filled with tears, like crystal dewdrops on flower petals in the morning, ready to roll down at any moment. She bit her lower lip lightly, as if trying to suppress the grievance and pain in her heart. Her whole body exuded a kind of endearing aura, as if a breeze could blow her down.

Lin Weiye gazed at the delicate, pitiful figure before him, and a wave of regret washed over him. He began to seriously reflect on the words he had just blurted out, wondering if they had truly pierced Xu Yingying's fragile and sensitive heart like a sharp sword. In an instant, the entire room seemed enveloped by an invisible pressure, plunging into a suffocating silence.

As time passed, Lin Weiye's mind raced back to the memories of how he and Xu Yingying had met, known, and fallen in love. He felt a surge of guilt, especially when he thought of her being pregnant. He knew pregnant women experience emotional fluctuations and require extra care and attention. He couldn't let his impulsive words upset her. Otherwise, it would not only affect Xu Yingying's own physical and mental health, but could also negatively impact her unborn child.

After an intense ideological struggle, Lin Weiye finally made up his mind and took the lead in breaking the silence. He took a deep breath, slowly walked over to Xu Yingying, took her hand, and said softly, "Honey, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I said something I shouldn't have said. Please forgive me!" After saying this, he looked at Xu Yingying expectantly, hoping to gain her understanding.

Hearing Lin Weiye's sincere apology, Xu Yingying, who had been trying hard to hold back her tears, could no longer control her emotions, and tears burst out like a flood. However, although she still felt a little aggrieved, she finally softened her heart. After all, friction and quarrels are inevitable between husband and wife. As long as they can admit their mistakes in time and tolerate each other, they can still live a happy and fulfilling life. So, while wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, she pretended to be tough and said, "Okay, for the sake of the baby, I will forgive you this time! But it won't happen again!"

Thus, a conflict sparked by words was resolved through candid communication and mutual understanding between the two. And regarding Xu Yingying's second pregnancy, after this friendly discussion, they ultimately unanimously decided to welcome this little life into the world. From now on, this family will have a new joy and hope...

The next morning, it was still early, the sun barely peeked over the horizon, its soft rays streaming through the window into the room. Lin Weiye gently lifted the covers, fearing to wake his wife, Xu Yingying, who slept soundly beside him. However, despite his utmost caution, the slightest movement still roused Xu Yingying. She turned over, mumbled a few inarticulate words, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

Lin Weiye was startled by this, almost thinking he'd woken her. His next steps became even more cautious, each movement as slow and gentle as a slow motion shot. He tiptoed out of bed, dressed, and washed, making almost no sound. When everything was ready, Lin Weiye went to his daughter, Lin Xinyi's, room and gently awoke the little darling, still deep in sleep.

When taking Lin Xinyi out, Lin Weiye couldn't help but look back in the direction of the bedroom and found that Xu Yingying was still sleeping soundly, with no signs of waking up. Originally, according to the plan, after returning from the business trip, Lin Weiye only wanted to rest for a day before returning to work, after all, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with in the company. However, because Xu Yingying was so tired that she fell asleep in the office yesterday, and she was pregnant and needed more care and attention, after careful consideration, Lin Weiye decided to put the company affairs aside for the time being and accompany his wife and children wholeheartedly.

In fact, ever since their lovely little daughter Lin Xinyi suffered that horrifying and thrilling kidnapping incident and was finally miraculously rescued, the originally close relationship between Xu Yingying and her family has gradually been overshadowed and started to become tense and subtle.

Recalling that nightmarish experience was an indelible trauma for Xu Yingying. Whenever she recalled those horrific scenes and details, she couldn't help but tremble, and the pain was difficult to recover from. The negative impact of this incident wasn't limited to Xu Yingying herself; it also quietly spread to her interactions with her family.

Although Lin Weiye didn't fully understand the whole story, he noticed that Xu Yingying had almost stopped talking about her family in his presence. The Xu Yingying who once loved to share her mother's thoughts and interesting family stories with him seemed to have vanished overnight. Initially, Lin Weiye simply assumed that his wife might have harbored resentment and dislike for her sister-in-law, perhaps because she might have been involved in Xinyi's kidnapping. Gradually, this sentiment even spread to his mother-in-law, causing Xu Yingying to develop a slight rift and conflict with her.

However, regardless of past unhappiness and entanglements, the reality was now clear: Xu Yingying was pregnant. Common sense would dictate that she likely didn't want her mother to come and help care for her. As a thoughtful husband, Lin Weiye knew he had to step up and proactively fill this void, providing his wife with meticulous care and attention.

After sending Lin Xinyi off to school, Lin Weiye slowly returned home, his steps slightly weary. The house was now completely tranquil. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor. And Xu Yingying, still lost in a sweet dream, her gentle breathing a melodious lullaby.

Lin Weiye quietly walked into the living room and looked up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was almost pointing to half past eight. He frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "The company must be busy by now." Thinking of this, he picked up his phone and skillfully dialed the company's number.