AWB Chapter 387 She thought it was time
Chapter 387 She thought it was time
In fact, she knew where the child lived, but she had an agreement with Princess He Yong that she could not tell Chong'er about this, otherwise she would admit defeat and the bet would be invalid.
At this moment, she could only hope that the child would take pity on Chong'er and come out to see him.
If she is still willing to forgive, then she is willing to ask for a divorce and never appear in front of the world again.
But if she doesn't forgive, it would be better for her to come out and make things clear, so that Chong'er won't continue to go crazy.
This is his child, and she felt really sad when she saw it.
"Get up and follow me inside to talk." A female voice said lightly behind him.
Deng Chong looked back in a trance, and the face he had missed for a long time was just across the road, looking at him with a faint smile, just like before.
He left his mother and staggered towards the figure.
The closer he got, the more Deng Chong began to panic. He stretched out his hand cautiously, but in the end he tried his best to suppress it.
The woman took his hand with a smile and led him to her residence.
Her courtyard is quiet and peaceful, with every blade of grass and tree, just like the Deng Mansion back then.
"Brother, look here, is it familiar?"
Without waiting for his answer, the girl let go of his hand and ran to the swing under the tree.
Deng Chong subconsciously wanted to grab her, fearing that she would fall.
When he came to his senses again, she was already sitting on the swing, swinging by herself, her light and cheerful laughter hitting his heartstrings again and again.
Yes, she is no longer the delicate and sickly little girl who needed someone to support her.
She had grown up alone in days unknown to him, and now she was a stranger to him.
As Xie Wan swung, the smile on her face slowly faded. She exerted a little force with her feet to stop the swing.
She just sat there, looking at him quietly, "Is it worth it?"
Deng Chong was stunned and didn't understand what she meant.
"Is it worth sacrificing your reputation and even the home you've longed for for me?"
Deng Chong smiled bitterly, "What's the point of saying it's worth it..."
He knew that all this was done intentionally by Princess He Yong.
During her most difficult and hard times, she deliberately sent people to get close to him. Those people who followed him all day were actually just the princess's spies.
It is called eyeliner, but in fact it is a disguised form of confinement.
She forced him to wade into the bottomless abyss step by step until there was no possibility of turning back.
But so what?
After all, it is because I am timid, cowardly, weak-willed, and lack the courage to resist that I go against the truth time and time again.
Although he later vaguely guessed that she might still be alive, he knew clearly that from the moment he made the mistake, there was no possibility for him and her to be together.
Of course he knew what kind of person she was.
That is why one becomes decadent and confused all day long, trying to deceive oneself and escape this already predetermined outcome.
Deng Chong didn't move forward and stood there feeling lonely. This was the scene that Xie Wan least wanted to see.
Although she could not forgive him, in her heart, she still thought of him as the elegant scholar who could chat with others about love and romance, the man who had been dear to her heart since she didn't know when.
Tears flashed in Xie Wan's eyes.
Before she was taken back to the Xie family by her grandmother, she made an agreement with her.
She waited here day after day, waiting for him to discover her, to resist, and finally to bring her home openly.
But he didn't do it, and she was so disappointed that she even wanted to become a nun.
The masters here refused to accept her, saying that she had not let go.
What does it mean to let go?
Should I hate him and want to kill him? Or should I avoid him on purpose and force myself to forget everything about him?
She couldn't figure it out, so she knelt in front of the Buddha every day, meditating and chanting.
The memories in her mind faded away little by little with time. Every day she knelt, the memories would fade away a little.
Until the end, she seemed to only remember the moment when she first saw him.
His cheeks flushed slightly and he greeted her a little awkwardly.
It's time, she thought.
"Deng Chong, no one will stay in the same place forever. I won't, and I hope you won't either. After you walk out of this door, clean yourself up, move forward, and don't look back."
She slowly clasped her hands together, her eyes full of piety, "I will pray for you, and hope that you will be healthy and free from suffering in this life."
Xie Wan slowly retreated back into the house and closed the door.
Deng Chong didn't know how he got out.
Seeing his mother's worried face, he wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but swallowed it all back.
A faint singing voice came from the courtyard behind him. The sound was like crying and complaining, and the tone contained infinite sadness, but it seemed to have the power to soothe people's emotions.
Deng Chong turned around and took a deep look.
They probably won't see each other again, and he will do his best to fulfill her wish.
She was right, he shouldn't dwell on the past and feel sorry for himself, he still had a family to take care of and he still had a long way to go.
"Let's go, Mother."
Liu Ruyi looked at her son again and again and still couldn't believe that he could change so quickly.
Deng Chong knew what his mother was worried about. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother. I have figured it out now and I won't do anything stupid again."
"Then she..."
"She's fine too."
An San appeared from behind the tree, staring blankly at the people who were gradually going away.
A cool breeze blew over, and An San smiled with relief.
It would be good for the Deng family and Miss Xie San if Deng Chong could regain his confidence.
Things finally ended smoothly and he could breathe a sigh of relief. That was great.
……
When the news came that Xie Wan had become a nun, Mr. Jiang was so angry that he almost smashed the entire study.
From then on, the last rope that bound him and Princess Yong was broken.
Chen Xingwei was an out-and-out villain. Yuan Qing was afraid that he would be cornered by Old Man Jiang, so he thought of going to talk to Princess Yong, hoping to get some truth from her and nail Chen Xingwei to death, leaving him no chance to jump again.
This time, Chen Xingwei really touched Princess He Yong's sore spot.
Yuan Qing was respectfully invited into the gate of the Princess's Mansion. No emotion could be seen on Princess Yong's faces, but all the servants in the Princess's Mansion were extremely quiet, and even the sound of their breathing could not be heard.
"The ministers in the court all thought that Lord Gong had already left the capital. I didn't expect that you were still in the capital."
Yuan Qing bowed slightly and said, "I am just following orders. I came to visit you rashly to bring you a message."
Princess He Yong clenched her hands tightly, staring at the person below with a pair of sharp eyes, and a sneer appeared on her lips, "No one comes to visit you for no reason. I guess the news from Lord Gong is not cheap, right?"
Yuan Qing did not answer immediately, but reached for the hot tea on the table.
The cup lid was already a little hot from the steam, and a faint scent of tea wafted out, lingering around the tip of my nose.
"What if I say that what I brought to the princess is about Miss Xie San?"