CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: INCLUDING YOUR SHARE

At this moment, the setting sun hung low in the west, and the sky glowed a rosy red, merging with the sea of rose petals to form a beautiful picture.

There was no mood to appreciate the scenery, just staring blankly in that direction.

It’s unclear how long she stood there until the sky was completely dark, and the door behind her was opened by someone.

"Miss, would you like something to eat? I can prepare it for you," the servant asked, looking at Ye Xinluo.

"Tangyuan."

After a long pause, Ye Xinluo finally answered her question.

Tangyuan, the favorite food of the principal mother.

"Alright, Miss, please wait a moment."

The servant left the room to prepare the food. Ye Xinluo stood there motionless.

"Mother, you were the one who gave me hope, the one who brought me out of endless darkness.

You taught me to grow up, so why did you leave without giving me a chance to give back?

Did you not even want to give me a single opportunity to show my filial piety?

I bore you a grandson, yet you haven’t seen him.

The little one is very cute, and he’s waiting to call you grandma. I beg of you, come back, don’t leave Xinluo alone, please?

I haven’t helped you expand the orphanage, nor have I traveled the world with you. You haven’t seen me get married.

I’m still waiting for you to personally give me away to my future husband."

Screaming heart-wrenchingly, it seemed only this could make her feel a little better inside.

Tears flowed incessantly like a string of broken pearls. Over the past few days, she didn’t even know how many times she had cried; her tears were nearly all dried up.

How I’d love to be by your side at this moment, but I can’t.

Yes, Gong Shaoyu was right. She couldn’t let Jingxi follow in her footsteps, she couldn’t let the little one go without both a father and a mother.

She had to be responsible for Jingxi; she brought Jingxi into this world and couldn’t abandon him.

...

Before long, the servant brought in the tangyuan, and Ye Xinluo ate it as if chewing wax.

After consuming all the tangyuan, she took a couple of sips of the soup, but in the end, she didn’t know whether she drank soup or tears.

Gong Shaoyu, upon hearing that she ate something, immediately put down his work and went to her room.

"Xinluo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xinluo interrupted him. "Shaoyu, can you do me a favor, please?"

"Sure, just say it," Gong Shaoyu agreed without hesitation. He was willing to do not just one favor but a hundred or a thousand, as long as she could emerge from her grief.

"Help me find out where the grave is."

Yes, she wanted to know where the principal mother’s grave was, so she could visit her once Jingxi turned one month old.

"Okay..."

Gong Shaoyu agreed. He knew what Ye Xinluo meant by these words; she merely wanted to find out where the principal’s grave was to pay her respects.

...

A few days later, Gong Shaoyu brought her the news.

"Xinluo, I sent someone to investigate. The principal’s ashes were taken back to her hometown by relatives and scattered into the sea."

"I heard, it was the principal’s decision. She said she had given her all in life, so after death, she wished to be free and unrestrained."

Gong Shaoyu told her everything he found out, leaving nothing concealed.

"Is that so?" Ye Xinluo blankly reflected on what Gong Shaoyu said.

Scattered in the sea, is it that you didn’t even want to leave a final thought for me?

Mother, what should I do when I miss you in the future?

"Xinluo, since the situation has reached this point, you should accept it all and live well."

"Alright."

This time, Ye Xinluo didn’t argue but nodded affirmatively.

In the past few days, she had thought a lot; the principal mother was her benefactor and her family.

Now, with her only family member gone, she must live well together with her share of life.

Mother, I will live well, you in heaven, bless me and Jingxi.

"Shaoyu, I want to continue studying. Is that okay?" Now, the first thing is to complete her unfinished education.

"Alright."

...

Gong Shaoyu took care of the re-enrollment procedures for her. When Jingxi turned one month, Ye Xinluo returned to school.

Returning to school at first, Ye Xinluo was very unaccustomed. After nearly a year of absence, she found it hard to keep up.

She had taken an exam before reinstating because of the selective and advanced admission, and found it difficult to manage.

In her free time, she had to make up for missed courses, and Jingxi still needed to be fed. At times, Ye Xinluo was nearly overwhelmed.

Whenever Ye Xinluo felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, she thought about living well, and that Jingxi still needed her, she pulled herself together again.

Jingxi and the late mother became her sole motivation to persevere.

...

"Why are you crying?"

Beichen Rui suddenly spoke, startling Ye Xinluo.

"Huh? What?" She asked, somewhat puzzled by what he meant.

"Why are you crying?" Beichen Rui glanced at her, handing her two tissues.

Only then did Ye Xinluo realize that at some point, tears had already covered her face. Embarrassed, she took the tissues and wiped her eyes.

"You look awful when you cry." He said disdainfully, making eating no longer enjoyable.

Ye Xinluo fumed. How could this person be like this, not offering a word of comfort?

You’re the one who looks awful; your whole family looks awful.

She wiped away her tears roughly, giving him an angry glare. Not paying attention, she bumped into the soup bowl, spilling soup all over her arm.

"Stupid," Beichen Rui cursed under his breath, pulling Ye Xinluo to his side and using a tissue to wipe her arm.

"Woman, did you leave your brain at home when you went out, spilling it like this?" Beichen Rui applied more force.

This woman, how could she be so foolish?

Ye Xinluo was left dumbfounded by his words, not even reacting to what happened. A stinging pain in her arm made her grimace.

"Hey, let go, I’ll do it myself."

Angry and trying to jerk her hand back, Beichen Rui applied more force, not allowing her to pull her hand back.

Although the soup had been there for a while, it was still very hot, and with the room’s high temperature, Ye Xinluo wore only a thin single layer.

In no time, Ye Xinluo’s arm had turned a bright red.

Beichen Rui frowned, releasing her hand and getting up from the couch.

He rummaged through the living room, leaving things scattered everywhere, the floor in a mess.

Ye Xinluo watched his actions dumbfounded, not understanding what he was trying to do.

Beichen Rui searched around but couldn’t find what he was looking for. He impatiently kicked the object beside his foot.

As luck would have it, he kicked something hard; he was only wearing slippers, so kicking up like that must have hurt.

Beichen Rui merely frowned, enduring it in silence.

Having been trained extensively from a young age, he didn’t care about such pain.

Ye Xinluo watched his actions and smiled.

Noticing her gaze, he swept a cold glance at her, making Ye Xinluo quickly stop smiling.