mtl008 Chapter 1332 Yun Rui Juanchen: Don’t use responsibility to perfunctorily
Chapter 1332 Yun Rui Juanchen: Don’t use responsibility to perfunctorily
He watched the two of them walk into the stairs and saw the lights at the corridor light up one by one, until the light in Yang Xiaotang's house lit up, then he slowly returned to the car.
"Mr. Qi, are you going back to the company?" the driver asked.
"No, wait here." Qi Ruixiang leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes, and replayed the scene in his mind over and over again - Yang Xiaotang's fragility when she was retching, her numbness when she looked at him, asking Yan Wanqing to come forward on his behalf, and Gu Yunxi's calm and almost indifferent blessing.
These images were like fragments, pieced together repeatedly in his mind, and eventually formed an invisible net that trapped him tightly.
He took out his cell phone and flipped to Gu Yunxi's WeChat dialog box. He typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, leaving only a blank space.
He didn't know what he wanted to say to her. Should he ask her why she was so calm, or complain about his current embarrassment?
In the end, he closed the dialog box and threw the phone aside.
The air in the car became increasingly oppressive, and Qi Ruixiang could hear his own heartbeat, heavy and chaotic.
He remembered how Yang Xiaotang looked when she kissed him for the first time, how fierce she was when she took control in the hotel, and the grievance in her eyes when she found out she was pregnant - this woman had approached him with the courage to risk everything from the very beginning, but he had disappointed her time and time again.
It's not that he doesn't know what Yang Xiaotang wants. She just wants genuine care, not charity out of "responsibility." But right now, he just can't give her that sincerity.
Gu Yunxi's shadow, like an unbridgeable chasm, stood between him and Yang Xiaotang.
Even though she had chosen to let go calmly, her former obsession still left a deep mark in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the lights at the corridor entrance suddenly dimmed.
Qi Ruixiang opened his eyes and saw Yan Wanqing walking out with a garbage bag. Seeing that his car was still there, he was stunned for a moment and then walked over.
"Haven't you left yet?" Yan Wanqing leaned against the car window, a hint of surprise in her tone.
"How is she?" Qi Ruixiang's voice contained a subtle hint of nervousness.
"I was vomiting a lot and just fell asleep." Yan Wanqing sighed, "The doctor said that early pregnancy reactions are more severe and mood swings are more likely. If you are really worried, spend more time with her and don't always use 'responsibility' to perfunctorily give her."
Qi Ruixiang fell silent, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the car window.
"Actually, Xiaotang is very sensible." Yan Wanqing continued, "She's never asked for anything. Even though she knew you were...she just cooperated silently. Now that she's pregnant, you should probably care a little more, since you've already decided to take responsibility."
These words, like a hammer, hit Qi Ruixiang's heart hard.
He coughed lightly in embarrassment. Although there was some resentment in his eyes towards the other party, he ultimately did not utter a word of rebuttal.
"I understand." Qi Ruixiang's voice finally softened, with a hint of fatigue. "Please take good care of her. If there is anything, please contact me at any time."
Yan Wanqing nodded, turned around and walked back to the corridor.
Qi Ruixiang watched her disappear into the darkness before telling the driver to drive. The atmosphere in the car remained oppressive, but his irritability was gradually replaced by a complex mix of emotions—guilt, self-blame, and a hint of something else he wasn't even aware of.
He took out his phone and opened the list of precautions for pregnancy, reading it carefully. It said, "In the early stages of pregnancy, you need to maintain a happy mood and avoid mood swings," "You need to eat a light diet and eat small meals frequently," and "Avoid strenuous exercise, but take a walk if you want."
......
Each one seemed to remind him how much Yang Xiaotang needed his care at this moment.
Qi Ruixiang's finger slid across the screen and finally stopped at the item "You can prepare some snacks that pregnant women like to relieve morning sickness."
He remembered that Yang Xiaotang had said before that when she was a child, she loved eating the osmanthus cake made by her grandmother. It was sweet but not greasy and could also relieve nausea.
"Turn around and go to the osmanthus cake shop on the old street." Qi Ruixiang suddenly said.
The driver was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Okay."
The car turned around on the road and headed towards the old street. Qi Ruixiang looked out the window at the gradually familiar streets, and suddenly a faint hope surged in his heart - perhaps he could start with these small things, slowly learn to care for her, and slowly learn to let go of the past.
At this moment, Yang Xiaotang was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes open.
The discomfort in my stomach hasn't completely subsided, but the grievances in my heart keep coming back like a tide.
She thought of Qi Ruixiang's indifference in the hospital and his words "I will do my duty", and tears couldn't help but fall.
She knew she shouldn't be so sensitive and shouldn't always be overwhelmed by negative emotions, but the hormone fluctuations in early pregnancy made it impossible for her to control her emotions.
She even began to doubt whether keeping the child was the right choice.
Yan Wanqing walked into the bedroom and saw that she was awake. She asked softly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to drink some more warm water?"
Yang Xiaotang shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "Wanqing, tell me... am I being too hypocritical?"
"How could that be?" Yan Wanqing sat down beside her bed and held her hand. "It's normal to be emotionally sensitive during pregnancy. You just need some care. Qi Ruixiang... he just hasn't adapted yet. Give him some time, and give yourself some time, too."
Yang Xiaotang looked at Yan Wanqing, her eyes red again. She knew Yan Wanqing was trying to comfort her, but the uneasiness in her heart could not be shaken off.
The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on the bed, forming a long and slender shadow.
Yang Xiaotang closed her eyes, and Qi Ruixiang's figure appeared repeatedly in her mind - his indifference in the hospital, his silence in the car, and the occasional concern he showed that he himself was not even aware of.
These fragmented emotions were like a tangled mess that made it impossible for her to distinguish or let go.
Qi Ruixiang was standing at the door of the osmanthus cake shop in the old street at this moment, holding the osmanthus cake he had just bought in his hand.
The evening breeze blew over with the fragrance of osmanthus. He looked at the pastries in his hand, and suddenly felt a long-lost warmth in his heart.
He didn't know how long this warmth would last, nor did he know if he could really let go of the past.
But he knew that from this moment on, he had to try to change - for Yang Xiaotang, for the unborn child, and for himself.
The car drove towards Yang Xiaotang's home again. This time, Qi Ruixiang's eyes were less irritable and more determined.
The atmosphere in the car was still quiet, but no longer as oppressive as before. Moonlight shone through the car window, falling on Qi Ruixiang's face, reflecting the gradually softening emotions in his eyes.
In the bedroom, Yang Xiaotang gradually closed her eyes with Yan Wanqing's comfort, but the tear marks at the corners of her eyes were still clearly visible on her pale face, like an unhealed wound, reminding her of the grievances and uneasiness in this relationship.
The pain points between the three, like an invisible thread, tightly entangled them. Qi Ruixiang's emotional gap, Yang Xiaotang's sensitive pregnancy, Gu Yunxi's calm and tacit understanding, all turned into silent emotional fluctuations on this night, waiting to be slowly healed by time, and waiting to be drawn back by new choices.