The best time may be like this by Jane

He hurriedly got down, held my wrist, and said sincerely: "Listen to me first, it's not that I don't want to marry you, it's just that-"

"Just what?" I stared at him, my voice slightly cold.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he was silent for a while. Just when I wanted to brush his fingertips away in disappointment, his voice whispered softly: "I don't want those rumors to hurt you. I am a man.

I should bear it."

After all, he is still afraid of rumors. He is not afraid of being hurt, but he has to worry about her and Jian Yao, especially his relationship with the earl. Announcement of their affairs at this moment will eventually arouse a wave of public opinion. He doesn't know yet.

What will it gravitate towards?

I took a deep breath to calm down my messy emotions, "You know what? From the beginning, you have been saying that you are not worthy of me; not being worthy is the worst reason for love! Since you like me, there is no such thing as being worthy.

The question is, if you like someone, you should not be personally responsible for their happiness, but can you rest assured if it is left to someone else?"

"As for what you said about men being responsible for everything, I don't agree with that either. Relationships belong to two people, and no matter what happens, they are both borne together. Otherwise, why should we swear an oath at the time of marriage that we will never leave you regardless of health or illness?"

He was stunned for a long time, showed an apologetic look, and hugged me: "It's my fault, I'm sorry! In fact, I really want to marry you, but I always worry about this and that, and I never know how to say it!"

"The life belongs to the two of us, so why worry about so much. It was you who told me in the beginning that you don't need to care about people who don't understand you."

…

I got married to him. I simply registered it and made an appointment with Jian Yao and a few friends to have a meal together without announcing it to the public.

When the British widow learned about this, he specially sent Zhou Jin to send a gift from China. It was a cross-stitch embroidered by Lan Mufei himself. It was a full meter long, with hundreds of flowers blooming, vying for beauty. Below it was embroidered a line of words: Congratulations to Hang Jian for his success.

His hands are white and his hair is as white as his eyebrows.

Regarding our marriage, my parents originally planned to hold a small wedding. They were not satisfied with Hang Hang, but they knew that he was sincerely good to me, so they had no objection.

I declined my parents' kindness. I didn't want to be extravagant or high-profile. I just wanted to live a peaceful life with him and Jian Yao.

As time went by, I couldn’t hide it. This marriage was exposed to the public, and all kinds of unbearable public opinions came. Some people attributed the divorce between me and the British widow to my marital infidelity, and some even blamed it on my marital infidelity.

The rumor mongers fabricated the story that Jian Yao was not the child of a widower, but was the result of an affair between me and Hang Hang.

He tolerated it at first, but when the report about Jian Yao came out, he lost his temper and directly sent a lawyer's letter to sue the magazine.

The magazine knew that the matter was serious, apologized quickly, and was willing to publish a clarification. He refused to give up. In addition to suing the magazine's creator, he also ordered someone to buy the magazine, forcing the other party to go bankrupt and lose everything. He had no choice but to come to the door and ask for help.

Kneel down and beg.

I can't persuade him.

He said: It's just you and me. After living for so long, I can't bear the slander. I shouldn't involve my children; I can't hurt my children's hearts.

I called the widower to ask him to talk to him, but in fact there was no need to go to this extent.

The British widow comforted me, he was trying to scare the monkeys. In the past, we were too tolerant of those public opinions, which made people push their limits; so much so that they all thought that there was no one in the Louis family, and that the orphans and widows plus a former retinue would be easy to bully.

It suddenly dawned on me that without the support of thoughtful people, how could the creator of a mere magazine be so bold!

The outside world thought that we were orphans and widowed mothers, and that Hang Hang was just a retinue, but they never thought that he had been with the British widow for so many years. How could he be relied upon by the British widow without certain abilities?

The report did not have any impact on Jian Yao, so I stopped asking about the matter and let him handle it with peace of mind.

After a few months, the slander against us from the outside world gradually disappeared, and those who tried to shake the Louis family were deterred by his decisive killing, and life finally returned to its previous calm.

In fairy tales, the prince and princess living a happy life is the end, but in reality, staying together is not the end.

How great it would be if this was really the end of him and me.

In the years after he left me, I often thought this way, but the more I thought about it, the more sad I became.

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In the second year of my marriage to Hang Hang, one day I was having a meeting in the office while he was handling matters in the branch. Suddenly he received a phone call and he fainted.

At that moment, I felt so dizzy that I almost forgot that I was still in a meeting, and rushed out of the office without hesitation.

When he arrived at the hospital, it was already night and he was sent to the ward and was still awake.

The doctor told me that his cancer has recurred and the situation is very bleak. It can take as long as half a year or as short as three months.

For a moment, I felt like I was dreaming. He had always been fine and healthy. How could he have cancer? I didn't believe it.

I was dreaming, the doctor was lying to me.

For the first time in my life, I lost my dignity and kicked the doctor out of the ward, calling him a quack. My husband was not sick, he was fine.

After closing the door, before the tears fell, his gentle voice brushed against my ears: "——A-Jian!"

My parents habitually call me "Baby" and the British widow calls me "Jian", but he is the only one who calls me "Ajian."

I rushed to the patient's side, grabbed his hand tightly, and couldn't wait to say: "I will take you back to Paris and find the best doctor for examination. It won't be cancer... No..."

He looked at me distressed and apologetically, and said to me in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, A-Jian..."

I was stunned: "Why do you need to apologize?"

"I have cancer. I thought that after the operation and hard work to recuperate, I would be healthy and there would be no recurrence." He said with red eyes, "I didn't expect it to relapse. I'm sorry, A-Jian!"

He pursed his lips, but before the words came out, tears were already falling fiercely.

Why should you apologize to me?

Obviously it's me who should apologize. We have been husband and wife for two years, facing each other day and night, sleeping together, but I have never even bothered or cared about your health.

Is there a worse wife than me in this world?

Only now did I understand why he loved me deeply but never mentioned marriage.

I am afraid that I have been worried about the recurrence of cancer.

What we least want to happen will eventually happen, and none of us can avoid it.

…

It turned out that the year he left Paris on the pretext of not causing trouble to me, he had already been diagnosed with cancer. It was in the early stages at that time, and the doctor recommended surgery to recuperate and have the best chance of recovery.

He didn't tell anyone about this, and went to other places alone, asking the senior people in the branch to conceal his hospitalization.

The woman who was pursuing him crazily was not really pursuing him, but she was just trying to create the illusion that he was too troubled to go to the company so that he could be hospitalized to recuperate.

He was preparing for the operation in the hospital while handling work; after the operation was over, he still needed a long period of recuperation. He couldn't worry about me and the company. He often ignored the doctor's advice and didn't take a good rest. He spent too much time on his brain and his body recovered more slowly.

Before returning to Paris, I fainted several times.

In the past few years, he has been in good health. Apart from being thin, he has not had many colds or fevers. I always thought that he was in good health, but I never thought that he had always had cancer.

During the time we were together, I was always busy with work, and he would accompany me while I was busy with work. He never complained. I was used to his asking for help, and his meticulous care, but I forgot about those things that should be my wife.

obligation!

It's because I'm not good enough and I don't care about him enough. Everything is my fault.

…

When he returned to Paris, he arranged for the best hospital, the best doctor, and the best patient*, but it did not help his condition much!

The doctor said that people who have undergone surgery like him rarely relapse. Once the cancer relapses, the cancer cells will spread very quickly. Even the best doctors are helpless when faced with such a situation!

I ran between the hospital and the company. I was not yet thin, but I looked at his face, which was yellow and thin due to the pain. My eyes were deeply sunken, and they were no longer as bright as before.

He was so excited that even breathing seemed so laborious.

Just like a candle, it shines brightly when lit and remains bright in the middle. However, it will gradually burn out at the end, but that is a fact that can never be changed.

No matter how great you are at other times, you are powerless at this moment and can only watch helplessly, watching it burn out bit by bit until it goes out.

One day in the second month, he suddenly called a lawyer to sign several documents in front of me.

Over the years, he has been working hard with the British widows, and the real estate and stock assets under his name can be regarded as a hidden rich man. When he looked through the documents, I saw clearly that it was a will and inheritance. Everything was written down in detail. He wanted to be responsible for the inheritance of the inheritance.

Write my name.

I held his hand and stared at him quietly without saying a word.

He smiled lightly and said, "I know you don't lack these, but I have no father or mother, and Yan Yu is not here either. The only ones I'm close to are you and Jian Yao. If I don't leave it to you, who will?"

Only then did I suddenly remember that he had been homeless and helpless all his life. He was supposed to meet a woman who would love him and protect him, but instead he fell in love with me, a selfish woman, who has been causing him so much trouble!

He handed the signed documents to the lawyer, and the lawyer left first with great discernment.

I held his hand tightly and wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"I didn't know that I would relapse so quickly, otherwise I would not choose to go back to Paris. I am very satisfied to meet you and have these few years in my life. You are good at everything, but you are too stubborn, no matter what

I like to be alone in everything I encounter. I wanted to protect you for the rest of my life, but I am destined not to grow old with you."

From beginning to end, there was no trace of sadness in what he said. Everything was just described in a plain manner, just like an explanation.

Death seemed inevitable, and he had accepted the fact that he would die.

"Let's make an agreement, shall we?" I suddenly said in a daze.

He stared at me affectionately, "Promise?" After the voice fell, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "...I don't have much time, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

My heart suddenly clenched in pain, "The time we have been husband and wife in this life is too short, too short... We agreed that you walk slower and wait for me... wait for me to find you, and we don't drink the legendary

Meng Po Tang, take the memories of this life and make up for this regret in the next life, okay?!"

"Okay! We will be husband and wife in the next life, and we will definitely last longer than this life." He chuckled.

At this moment, it seemed as if it was not a life-and-death vow, but an ordinary sentence.

…

I stayed in the ward most of the time. In order not to interfere with his rest, my office was located next door to his ward!

Jian Yao knew he was sick, so he stopped making trouble, became extremely obedient, and no longer bothered me.

He didn't let me inform the British widows about my illness. He didn't want them to grieve early. He just wanted to spend the remaining few days with me quietly.
To be continued...