“Lara, it’s just a dream, just a dream, it’s okay ……”
Fu Beijue held her close, gently patting her back, his voice husky and gentle.
Ye Yunla hugged him tightly and slowly crumbled little by little.
After she slapped Zhuang Yuan with her hand, this man told her that it was okay, that everything would be resolved.
After she kicked Zhou Xianwu away, this man also told her that it was okay, that she had done everything right ……
Will it really be okay?
Would it really be okay forever?
Would one or two flukes really make her think that she was really in a sane mental state?
She almost killed her own son ……
How did this happen ……
How did things get to this point ……
“Lara, you’re under too much stress and that’s why you’re having such dreams.” Fu Beijue’s chin rested on her shoulder, “Let’s go out for a trip in a few days, go on our honeymoon, relax and unwind, you’ll definitely get better with a change of scenery ……”
Ye Yunla snuggled into his arms, her mouth full of bitterness.
She could take up a butcher’s knife against her children, and she could do the same to this man ……
She had long ago ceased to be the same Ye Yunla as before ……
She could no longer live in the appeasement of her children and Fu Beijue ……
“Beijue.”
Ye Yunla pushed the man’s chest away.
As if anticipating something, Fu Beijue held her tighter: “Yara, don’t say anything, sleep, just sleep in my arms ……”
“I slept from noon to now, do you think I can still sleep?” Ye Yunla smiled bitterly, “You let go of me first.”
“Then go downstairs and eat, don’t you like to eat my handmade meals?” Fu Beijue continued to coax gently.
“Okay, then I’ll go downstairs to eat.”
Fu Beiji brought her slippers and put them on, leading her downstairs.
Just as she left the room, she heard Fu Ziling’s suppressed cries coming from the next room.
Little Ling Ling, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up to see his favourite mummy raising her butcher’s knife at him, almost killing him.
This scene would surely become a lingering shadow in the little one’s life.
Her explanation was too feeble ……
She didn’t even know how she should face little Ling Ling in the future ……
“Beijue, I’ll just eat alone, you can go comfort little Lingling instead of me, I’m afraid he’ll cry all night ……”
Fu Beijue put his arm around her and said softly, “With Fu Ziyan around and Jing’er, it will be fine.”
He was more worried about her mental condition.
Almost hurting the son he had always been ashamed of, as a mother, that kind of pain and hardness was something he could not imagine.
The only thing he could do was to be there.
Without saying anything else, Ye Yunla bowed her head and began to eat.
It was a very simple two dishes and a soup, tomato and egg soup, braised pork ribs and stir-fried pork with chillies, all of which were this man’s specialties and dishes she usually enjoyed eating.
She had just taken a bite of the pork ribs when her abdomen suddenly lurched again.
She pushed her chair away and rushed towards the bathroom.
Fu Beijue’s eyes narrowed as he followed her over, “Housekeeper Qiao said you threw up this morning too, did your stomach catch a cold?”
Ye Yunla slumped over the toilet and vomited dryly a few times, but nothing came out.