Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

sighed, resting her head on Feng Jiuxiao’s shoulder.
“You’ve hidden a lot of things from me…” Ling’er murmured, her words worn and drawn out.

“Ling’er,” Feng Jiuxiao called out uneasily.

“I lost my memories while I was with you.
I don’t remember you mentioning our past, except that we were a couple and shared a loving relationship.
We lived in seclusion on Mount Qi for years… Those were some of the most peaceful and pleasant memories I still retain.
Yet, in all that time, not once did you say anything about our daughter or anything related to her,” Ling’er spoke softly, but her words carried the weight of a mountain and the icy chill of its lofty heights.

Feng Jiuxiao’s arms tightened around her.
If he had not let it slip that Qin Shu was their daughter, Ling’er would not be mired by these doubts.
She would not have had the impetus or reason to question and doubt.
Would she still lean into his arms as calmly as now if she learned the whole truth?

Ling’er was conscious of the growing silence and the tightening grip around her.
“There’s also Deputy Jin.
I’ve never met him, yet he treats me warmly, like an old friend.
It makes me wonder if I have stayed in Feng Yi before…” her voice trailed off into the growing stillness.

She subconsciously stroked her flat belly.
She never knew she had a daughter or what was it like being pregnant with her.
In a sense, this was her first pregnancy.

“We have a second child now.
I’m looking forward to the baby’s arrival.
I don’t know if it will be a boy or a girl,” her voice softened a little.

Feng Jiuxiao also lowered his eyes to look at his wife’s belly.
He placed his big hand over hers and said, “Whether it’s a baby boy or a baby girl, I’ll love them regardless.”

“I hope it’ll be a boy since we already have a daughter.
Having a son and daughter would be the best,” Ling’er said.

As she spoke, her voice tapered.
It was obvious that she was sleepy.

Feng Jiuxiao lifted Ling’er easily.
She had always been on the thin side, though not in a disproportionate way, so carrying her was not hard.

Without their tense conversation, the atmosphere regained its calm.

He looked at the time.
It was already past one in the morning.
No wonder Ling’er was so tired.

Listening to her breathing gradually even out, he asked, “Ling’er, do you want to recover your memories?”

Ling’er, who was on the verge of sleep, subconsciously replied.
“I do.”

It sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

He would not have heard her reply if he had not been paying attention.
In this instance, Feng Jiuxiao heard her loud and clear.

Even if he wanted to pretend that he had not heard it, he could not.

He leaned against the headboard, allowing Ling’er to sleep on top of him; his eyes never left his wife’s sleeping form, not even for a second.

He stayed like this till five in the morning.
Ling’er was like a koala on top of him, hugging and refusing to let go of him.
It was amazing how soundly she slept.
Occasionally, she would roll to one side and then back again.

Feng Jiuxiao’s thick eyelashes fluttered twice, and he turned his head to look at the clock on the bedside table.
It was almost time for him to get up.

He eyed the person in his arms.
Ling’er was still sound asleep.
Quietly, he reached out and placed his hand over her forehead.

An hour later…

He slowly laid Ling’er flat on the bed, doing his best not to wake her, before going to the bathroom to wash up.

A few minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the large cloakroom, changing into a set of formal clothes; most of them were pale white, the colour of the moon.

He was not going to work.
Instead, he went to the kitchen.
He wanted to prepare breakfast for Ling’er.

How would she react when she awoke? He wanted to know.
No.
He needed to know.

By the time he was dressed and ready for the day ahead, it was already six in the morning, and the eastern skies lit up with the first rays of dawn.

He had thought and rethought his decision all night, and he did not know what consequences would arise from his act of restoring Ling’er’s memories.
Whether or not he would regret it was a question he would face, come hell or high water.