It has been nearly a month since he was recuperating at home. During this month, Leng Xiao seemed to be busier than usual. He would come back to have dinner with Jiang Xiaoxia in the evening, and would watch Jiang Xiaoxia finish breakfast and drink milk before leaving in the morning.
Sometimes while having breakfast in the morning, I would hear the phone ringing. At this time, Leng Xiao would avoid Jiang Xiaoxia and go out to answer the phone.
Every time I answer the phone, my face doesn't look very good.
Jiang Xiaoxia wanted to ask him what happened, but seeing how tired and haggard he looked, Jiang Xiaoxia swallowed back what she wanted to say.
It was the same today. Not long after he sat down, Leng Xiao put the warm milk in front of Jiang Xiaoxia. The phone rang again. As usual, Leng Xiao glanced at Jiang Xiaoxia, got up and left to answer the phone.
As soon as Leng Xiao left, the maid brought Leng Xiao's favorite ham sandwich.
After waiting for a few minutes, Leng Xiao didn't come back. Jiang Xiaoxia thought for a while, picked up the sandwich and walked to where Leng Xiao was on the phone.
"Why haven't you contacted that doctor yet? Bring him back to me as soon as you find him! No matter how much money you spend, you have to invite him to come to China! My wife cannot be infertile for the rest of her life! I, the cold owl, cannot live without a child of my own!"
Leng Xiao's voice was deliberately lowered, but it was clearly heard by Jiang Xiaoxia who was standing at the door.
Lifelong infertility? These four words were like a thunderbolt hitting Jiang Xiaoxia's forehead, shattering Jiang Xiaoxia's spirit.
There was a 'bang' sound, and the plate in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
This voice made Leng Xiao, who was on the phone, turn his head, and when he saw Jiang Xiaoxia, whose face was as pale as paper and crumbling, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran over and took Jiang Xiaoxia into his arms.
"Baby, what did you hear?"
Jiang Xiaoxia didn't speak for a long time, her face was dull, as if she were a puppet that had lost its soul. Leng Xiao's heart ached when he saw it, "Baby, no matter what you hear, it's all fake!"
Jiang Xiaoxia's lifeless eyes stared blankly at Leng Xiao, "Is my lifelong infertility also a lie?"
Jiang Xiaoxia's voice was very weak, and she seemed to have no strength to speak louder.
Leng Xiao looked at Jiang Xiaoxia heartbrokenly, "Baby, don't think too much. It doesn't matter if we don't have children. Besides, the doctor only said it was possible, not absolutely sure. Don't worry, I'm already looking for the best doctor in the world.
I will definitely cure you..."
Jiang Xiaoxia seemed to have not heard Leng Xiao's words, her eyes were empty, "I can no longer have children of my own, I can no longer give birth to children for you..."
"Baby, it doesn't matter. I can live without children, but I can't live without you, baby..."
At this moment, Leng Xiao's phone rang again. Leng Xiao looked at the phone number and then looked at Jiang Xiaoxia. At this time, Jiang Xiaoxia was so lost that he couldn't leave and pressed the answer button.
"Boss, we have been searching for a month. The Five Rat Gang has been completely wiped out, except...except..."
"Except what?"
"Except for Lao Wu's woman! The day Lao Wu and Boss were killed, his woman disappeared from the world. Boss, should we issue a fatwa for this woman?"
"No, for a woman, let her live."
The decision Leng Xiao made was the worst decision he made in his life, so much so that he almost spent his whole life repenting for his mistake.
After coaxing Jiang Xiaoxia to sleep, Leng Xiao stayed by the bedside. Looking at Jiang Xiaoxia's baby-like sleeping face, his warm fingers slid across her face lovingly and distressedly.
Without children, there would be no children. As long as I have her, I can give up anything!
I wonder if Jiang Xiaoxia wanted to let herself fall asleep and didn't wake up until the evening.
The afterglow of the setting sun was very soft, covering Leng Xiao's body. In the afterglow, Leng Xiao was less resolute and cold than before, and more indescribably desolate and tired. He was sitting by the bed, holding a book in his hand.