Xia Weiwei had now been put under house arrest.
The wound on her head had been cured, but that on her face was still covered by gauze. The doctor said it might leave a scar.
During this period, Xia Weiwei felt like she had returned to her normal marriage life which had only lasted for two years till now. She no longer showed signs of madness, nor had she been going out at all. Every day, she focused on cooking, just like a gentle and ordinary wife waiting for her husband to come home for dinner, and Luo Chejue had been unexpectedly cooperative.
It was their wedding anniversary. Xia Weiwei had been busy in the kitchen since early morning, which was something she had been doing for the past two years. It was also the only moments for her to feel happy in her nominal marriage. Unfortunately, the times Luo Chejue had come home for dinner were numbered, for he had always been unconcerned about Xia Weiwei’s expectations.
Xia Weiwei stirred the elaborately-prepared sauce in a distracted manner. She used to laugh and be full of love, but now the corner of her mouth could no longer form the shape of a smile, for all she had at the moment was self-mockery.
How could her monologue be regarded as an anniversary? She used to be so foolish that love had made her weave those ridiculous fantasies blindly. Now it was time for her to wake up.
She picked up the phone: “Jue, today is our wedding anniversary.”
“Is it?” Luo Chejue pulled at his collar and said casually.
She smiled sadly at the other end of the phone, her voice with a trace of subtly perceptible plea: “Could you come home for dinner? I’ve been preparing for the whole day. It’s all your favorite. Besides, I’ve got something to say to you.”
Her submissive attitude made Luo Chejue satisfied. Women should be sweet and obedient. He couldn’t be bothered about the change of Xia Weiwei’s attitude, but only regarded it as her compromise. After all, one word from him could decide whether she could live.
His face lit up with pleasure, but he said coldly: “I got that.”
On the dining table, Xia Weiwei’s exquisite make-up was even more captivating under the lighting. Luo Chejue tried a few mouthfuls randomly before he slightly knitted his brow. The taste was not the same!
But then he paused. How would he have known?
Then, putting down the chopsticks, he looked up at Xia Weiwei, who hadn’t tasted the food at all, and tapped his long fingers couple of times on the table.
“Don’t you have something to say?”
Xia Weiwei’s clenched her fists before finally saying it.
“I want a child.”
She looked at him fixedly while stressing each syllable.
Luo Chejue’s eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn’t answer. With his arms folded over his chest, he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, as if he wanted to see through her.
“Don’t you want my shares?”
Luo Chejue looked noncommittal: “I can get them even without a child.”
In Xia Weiwei’s ears, this was equivalent to admitting what Xia Mo had said!
Thinking of her poor child, Xia Weiwei was filled with hatred and pain!
How could he be so cruel! Even a ruthless tiger would not eat its own children!
Tears rolled down from her eyes, and her voice broke: “but Jue, I don’t care about the shares. I just want a child of us. It’s been ten years, and we grew up together. Can’t you feel my feelings for you? I promise that I will give you my shares as soon as I have our child. If you don’t want to see us, I promise I’ll leave with the child and never bother you again. I just need something to hope for, please?”
This used to be the truth from her heart.
Grew up together? These words somehow jarred on his nerves, and he sneered: “Have I ever slept with you when I’m sober?”
Xia Weiwei turned pale!
He’d only sleep with her when he was drunk, smelling like other women’s perfume.
Embarrassment and humiliation almost crushed her deliberate disguise. Suddenly, she felt something wrapped around her waist before she was lifted up. She felt the warm breadth of Luo Chejue at her ear, and the irony in his eyes pained her: “Xia Weiwei, are you asking me to sleep with you?”
Xia Weiwei wrapped her hands around his neck and lowered her head, hiding her facial her expression: “yes.”
She was hauled heavily onto the bed, and Luo Chejue’s lean and strong body pressed down on her: “as you wish.”
In the most primitive entanglement of love and hate, who on earth was the one being punished?