It Started With a Kiss: Leng Shao's Beloved Wife

"Yi Chen, I..." Wu Xinyan's voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost drowned out by the crackling sound of burning wood in the fireplace.

She clutched the pillow tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

Luo Yichen gently stroked her hair, his gentle eyes full of doting, "What's wrong? Tell me if you have anything on your mind."

Wu Xinyan took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak: "I... I went to the hospital for a checkup before..." Her voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "The doctor said... that my physical condition... might not be... suitable... for childbirth..."

As the words fell, the room fell into a deathly silence. Only the flickering flames in the fireplace illuminated the two people's complicated expressions.

Luo Yichen's hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by an expression of incredible shock.

He has always been looking forward to having a child with Wu Xinyan, a little life that will inherit the fruit of their love.

This news was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

He was silent for a long time, looking at Wu Xinyan with complicated eyes, trying to find a trace of a joke on her face, but he only saw the uneasiness and pain in her eyes.

"Doctor...did you really say that?" Luo Yichen's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had lost his former vitality.

Wu Xinyan nodded gently, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry..." She choked, like a child who had done something wrong.

Luo Yichen stood up suddenly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turned his back to Wu Xinyan, and looked at the dark night sky outside the window.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The room fell into silence again. The air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

After a long time, Luo Yichen turned around and looked at Wu Xinyan with tears streaming down her face. He said in a complicated tone, "I...I need some time..." After he finished speaking, he turned and left the room, leaving Wu Xinyan sitting alone on the sofa, crying like rain.

Wu Xinyan looked at Luo Yichen's departing back, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.

She bit her lips tightly, trying to hold back the tears that kept flowing, but she couldn't stop them.

"Could it be that you care about the child instead of me..." She murmured softly, her voice filled with pain and despair...

Wu Xinyan curled up on the sofa, her tears soaking the pillow.

Luo Yichen's back as he left was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart deeply.

It’s not that she doesn’t care about children, but she longs for a child with Luo Yichen more than anyone else.

However, fate played a cruel joke on her.

What frightened her even more was that Luo Yichen's reaction made her feel a sense of estrangement, a sense of distance that she had never felt before.

Luo Yichen paced back and forth in the study, smoking one cigarette after another, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

He felt mixed emotions, heartache for Wu Xinyan and loss of not being able to have children in the future.

He loved Wu Xinyan deeply, but the child was equally important to him.

He finally returned to the bedroom and saw Wu Xinyan curled up on the sofa, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. His heart ached as if it was being pricked by a needle.

He walked to her side and gently held her in his arms, "Xinyan, I'm sorry, I..."

"You don't have to say sorry," Wu Xinyan choked, her voice hoarse, "I know you care about the child, right?"

Luo Yichen was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, "The child... is very important to me."

Wu Xinyan's heart sank suddenly, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"I know..." She pushed Luo Yichen away, stood up, and looked out the window with empty eyes, "I have always known..."

Luo Yichen wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to start. He held Wu Xinyan's hand and said, "Xinyan, listen to me, I'm not..."

"I'm tired," Wu Xinyan interrupted him, her voice low and weak, "I want to be alone for a while."

She broke free from Cai Luo Yichen's hand, walked to the corner of the bedroom, sat on the floor with her knees hugged, and buried her face in her knees.

Luo Yichen looked at her, his heart filled with helplessness and pain.

"Xinyan..." He tried to get closer to her again, but was interrupted by her whisper.

"Let's go..."

Luo Yichen looked at her, and finally turned around and left the room silently.

The sound of the door closing was particularly harsh in the silent room, like a sigh, and also like a farewell.

Wu Xinyan's mind suddenly flashed back to the past, memories of being abandoned and betrayed... She trembled and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "He will leave me... just like them..."

The room was silent, with only Wu Xinyan's suppressed sobs occasionally breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

She thought of the past, the despair of being ruthlessly abandoned by her family, the pain of being betrayed by her fiancé, all of which surged into her heart like a tide, drowning her.

Luo Yichen's reaction just now made her feel the fear of being abandoned again.

Is he going to leave again?

Just like them... because she couldn't give him a child?

"No... He won't..." Wu Xinyan murmured to herself, trying to convince herself, but she felt more and more powerless.

She hugged herself tightly, as if this could give her a sense of security.

On the other side, in the top-floor office of Luo Group, Luo Yichen was out of character, with a frown on his face, holding a document in his hand, but unable to read a single word.

He just dealt with his subordinates' reports absent-mindedly.

When signing the document, he almost signed in the wrong place, which surprised Li Ming, his assistant who had followed him for many years.

"Mr. Luo, are you... okay today?" Li Ming asked cautiously.

Luo Yichen rubbed his brows and waved his hand, "It's okay, you can go out first."

After Li Ming left, Luo Yichen threw the documents on the table in annoyance.

Xinyan's haggard face and desperate eyes lingered in his mind.

It’s not that he doesn’t want a child, it’s just… he’s more afraid of losing her.

He couldn't imagine how he would get through the days without her.

In the evening, Luo Yichen returned home, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Wu Xinyan still curled up in the corner, her face pale and her eyes empty.

He walked over with heartache and gently held her in his arms.

"Xinyan..."

Wu Xinyan didn't respond, but just leaned silently in his arms, feeling the familiar warmth from him. But this warmth made her even more afraid of losing it.

"Yi Chen..." Her voice was hoarse, "If...if we really don't have children..."

Luo Yichen hugged her tightly and interrupted her, "Stop talking, Xinyan." His voice was low, but with a barely perceptible tremor.

How could he convince her that he would not leave her even without the child?

Wu Xinyan raised her head and looked at his tired face, feeling even more worried. She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, "Yichen, are you... okay?"

Luo Yichen held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, "I'm fine." But his flickering eyes betrayed him.

Wu Xinyan looked into his eyes, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart... "Yi Chen, we..."