Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The candlelight cast swaying shadows in the gauze curtain. Shen Yunyan half-knelt on the footstool, carefully wiping the water droplets off Su Yue's feet.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was handling some fragile treasure. His rough fingertips occasionally brushed against the back of her foot, causing a slight shudder.

"Is the water still hot?" he asked in a low voice, his voice like sandpaper grinding on the table, with his usual hoarseness.

Su Yue shook her head, her eyes falling on his drooping brows.

The candlelight cast a soft warm color on his sharp features, and his long eyelashes cast light shadows under his eyes - this face was full of hostility when I first saw it, but now there is only cautious tenderness left.

She suddenly remembered the scene when she first met Shen Yunyan.

That year, the government was assigning husbands, and she had gone there just to make up the numbers, but she fell in love with the chained young man in the dim cell at first sight.

He was like a wounded wolf. Even though he was covered in wounds, he would still bare his fangs and would not bow his head even when the jailer whipped him.

But when her shadow fell in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed in her bloodshot eyes.

The ripples in the basin gradually subsided.

Shen Yunyan wrapped her feet with a cloth, his fingertips lingered on her ankles for a moment, then retracted as if burned.

This small gesture softened Su Yue's heart - after being married for nearly a year, he was still not used to taking the initiative to get close.

"Okay." He picked up the basin of water and was about to stand up, but Su Yue pulled his sleeve.

"Stay tonight," she whispered.

Shen Yunyan's back visibly stiffened.

The basin tilted slightly in his hand, and a few drops splashed onto the hem of his clothes, leaving dark marks.

The bed creaked slightly.

Shen Yunyan deliberately kept his distance when he lay down, with his hands folded neatly on his abdomen, and even his breathing was extremely light.

Su Yue turned over and saw his taut jawline and slightly rolling Adam's apple.

"Yun Yan." She suddenly said, "Let's have a child."

This sentence was like a red-hot iron, burning through Shen Yunyan's forced calmness.

He turned his head suddenly, his pupils contracted violently in the candlelight, his lips trembled but he couldn't speak.

Su Yue reached out and touched his cheek, feeling something wet and cool.

Only then did she realize that this usually silent man was actually crying silently.

"I...I don't deserve it..." Shen Yunyan finally squeezed out a few words, his voice broken.

Su Yue pressed his trembling hand against her belly. "I'm not your mother, and you're not your father." She said word by word, "Our child will have seven fathers to love him, will be taken out to play by Yaoyao, and will eat the snacks that Achen secretly hides..."

Shen Yunyan suddenly began to tremble violently, like a wild beast that was hit in the vitals.

He suddenly hugged Su Yue into his arms with such force that she almost couldn't breathe.

The hot tears seeped into the fabric of her shoulders, burning a small patch of heat.

"You know...you know I've been..." he asked incoherently.

"Yeah." Su Yue patted his back gently, "A Xuan told me last month that you drank the contraceptive soup."

Shen Yunyan's body froze.

Of course he remembered that rainy day when Lin Yuxuan blocked him in the pharmacy, holding the medicine residue he had just prepared.

The miracle doctor said nothing at the time, but only looked at him deeply. When he turned around, he said, "I have changed the prescription. It will not harm your body."

It turns out they all knew.

"I was scared..." Shen Yunyan finally confessed with a sob, "I... When I was three years old, my mother pushed me down the stairs, saying I was an eyesore..." His fingers unconsciously dug into Su Yue's clothes, "My father knelt beside me and laughed... saying that I was beaten well..."

Su Yue's heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

She remembered how Shen Yunyan was when he first entered the mansion - he refused to let anyone get close to him, hid in the corner even when eating, and would wake up at the slightest noise at night. Once, Mu Feng accidentally patted his shoulder from behind, and he almost broke his ribs with his elbow.

"Remember the day you first came to our house?" she asked suddenly.

Shen Yunyan was stunned.

That was the first time he took the initiative to hold a child. Hanhan wet his brocade robe in his arms. Everyone thought he would be furious, but he held the soft little body stiffly, as if holding glass that would break at the slightest touch.

"You held him and changed his diaper three times." Su Yue chuckled, "and at the end you even secretly kissed the top of his head."

Shen Yunyan's ears felt hot. He thought he had done it without anyone noticing.

"And that time when Yaoyao had a fever..."

That was the first time Shen Yunyan got angry at someone.

The little girl caught a cold, and he scolded the servant in charge of her with red eyes, and then rode to the neighboring county at night to buy scarce medicinal herbs.

No one knew that when he returned home, his palms were covered with blood marks from the reins.

"I...I just..."

"You just don't know that you are already a very good father." Su Yue held his face, "For our children, you will be the best father in the world."

Shen Yunyan's tears burst out again.

He recalled how he had secretly observed Liang Junze's tone of voice when coaxing children over the past six months, imitated Mu Feng's burping technique, and even asked Gu Qingyan, his worst enemy, for advice on how to carve wooden toys.

Those smiles practiced in front of the bronze mirror late at night, those parenting notes hidden under the account books, those unknown anxieties and longings...

"Can I?" he asked like a lost child.

Su Yue didn't answer, but just took his hand and gently placed it on his lower abdomen.

This simple action is worth a thousand words - in the future there will be a little life here, with their blood flowing in its veins, inheriting his features, but possessing the complete love that he has never received.

Shen Yunyan suddenly turned over and got out of bed, and in front of Su Yue's astonished eyes, he took out a rosewood box.

The box was opened, revealing seven small wooden sculptures neatly arranged inside - Yaoyao with pigtails, Hanhan playing with nine-rings, Xinxin blowing bubbles... there was even an imaginary picture of the unborn baby in the Shangguan brothers' belly.

"I...I carved it secretly..." His voice trembled, "Every time I wanted to take medicine, I carved it for a while..."

Su Yue picked up one of them. It was Ningning’s appearance when she was one month old. Even the pattern on the swaddling clothes was exactly the same.

She suddenly understood why Shen Yunyan always "happened" to appear nearby whenever the children were making a fuss, and always "handed" them the right toys or snacks.

"Yun Yan." She whispered his name. "Our child will be very happy."

Shen Yunyan buried his face in her neck, hot tears sliding down his collarbone.

The high wall built over the past twenty years collapsed at this moment, revealing the scarred child inside who still longed for warmth.

Outside the window, the moon quietly hid in the clouds.

Shen Yunyan groped for Su Yue's hand in the darkness. The moment their fingers intertwined, he suddenly remembered what Zhou Ziqian had asked him during the day:

"Brother Yan, why do you always stay alone in the accounting office?"

What was his answer then? Something like "peace." But now he knows that from now on, he no longer needs that kind of lonely "peace" in his life.

"Yuer." His voice trembled. "I will... learn to be a good father."

Su Yue gave him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth: "You have already been one for a long time."