CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 413 WAITING FOR YOU TO WILLINGLY MARRY ME

Yu Zheng thought of the slap that You Lifen received, and felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort in his heart.

Gong Xiaoyu noticed the hesitation in his eyes, and said, "You should go find her first. No matter what, I can understand."

The persistence in Yu Zheng’s heart slowly shattered, "No matter what, you can understand?"

How indifferent must one be to say such words.

Gong Xiaoyu lowered her gaze, "Yu Zheng, I know you’re very good to me, and I also want to learn to be good to you, but... no matter what I do, it seems I can’t meet what you want. There’s always something lacking between us."

Yu Zheng’s eyes dimmed, "So you’re giving up on me, is that it? Even if nothing has happened between You Lifen and me?"

Gong Xiaoyu said, "It’s not about giving up or not giving up. I believe you’d absolutely be a good husband, and in the future, a good father. If you want to get married, we can still get married. But... I don’t have high expectations for marriage anymore. I don’t want to drag you into that abyss. You deserve to be happier."

Yu Zheng knew well that the issues were nothing more than two: first, she couldn’t let go of Yue Xiaoyang; second, she had no confidence in him.

"Xiao Yu, I won’t give up on our relationship. I will wait until you are willing to marry me."

Afraid of hearing more hurtful words, he left before Gong Xiaoyu could answer.

Gong Xiaoyu opened the file in front of her but couldn’t read a thing. Yu Zheng, if you really can’t recognize your own feelings, I can only use You Lifen to test you. I hope you won’t blame me.

You Lifen was spoiled and willful, doing things without considering the consequences. At least she had one merit: she genuinely cared for Yu Zheng.

Gong Xiaoyu pulled up You Lifen’s number. She still had some concerns. Would Yu Zheng hate her?

United States.

Zhang Miaoyan’s vacation was almost over. She had planned to go on a trip with Xie Yuchen once he finished his work. They hadn’t taken their honeymoon yet.

The plan was beautiful, but Yue Xiaoyang was so depressed every day and lacked the confidence for rehabilitation. How could she be in the mood to have fun?

Zhang Miaoyan was very much looking forward to the honeymoon and wanted to enjoy a trip that belonged to just the two of them.

One night, Zhang Miaoyan and Xie Yuchen were sleeping in the apartment. She lay in his arms and asked, "Husband, when will we go on our honeymoon?"

Xie Yuchen was silent for a long time and suddenly hugged her tightly, "Miao Yan, let’s wait until Xiaoyang gets better. Then I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, okay?"

Zhang Miaoyan thought her husband was worried about Xiaoyang, "Okay, we’ll go when he gets better."

She was also very concerned about Yue Xiaoyang. He had always taken great care of her during her years in the United States.

Xie Yuchen kissed her, "Miao Yan, thank you for understanding me."

His voice carried a heavy sorrow, which made Zhang Miaoyan feel very strange.

This version of Yuchen seemed a bit... fragile.

Her husband was the strongest person, how could he be fragile?

Zhang Miaoyan rested on his arm, "Husband, you and Xiaoyang are good buddies. It’s normal to worry about him."

Xie Yuchen said, "It’s partly my responsibility that Xiaoyang ended up this way."

Zhang Miaoyan sat up, "Husband, what are you talking about?"

She heard from Adri that Yue Xiaoyang was injured in a car accident but didn’t ask about the details.

How could it be related to Yuchen?

"Yue Xiaoyang thought about returning to China to win back Gong Xiaoyu. With the lawsuit still unresolved, he couldn’t leave. I told him that Gong Xiaoyu was about to get engaged to Yu Zheng, he was driving at the time and accidentally..."

Zhang Miaoyan hugged her husband in pain, "Yuchen, it’s not your fault."

She recalled that for a long period, Yuchen seemed secretive, often telling her he had to work late, and at home, he didn’t touch her. She thought he was troubled by work, dared not ask anything, and could only silently accompany him.

At that time, he must have been very guilty and tormented.

Zhang Miaoyan hugged him tightly and softly said, "Husband, I am your wife, we are meant to spend our whole lives together. You should let me share your burdens and accompany you instead of handling it all alone."

Xie Yuchen completely relaxed in front of her, "Miao Yan, I didn’t want you to worry with me."

If she hadn’t come to the United States with him, he would have kept it hidden.

Xie Yuchen pressed against her thin shoulder. He couldn’t deny, after talking it out with her, he felt much lighter.

This little woman... he once thought she was delicate, but now, her embrace made him feel at peace.

"Miao Yan, thank you for waiting for me all these years and not giving up."

Zhang Miaoyan’s nose tingled, "Yuchen, you gave me a home. Promise me, don’t keep anything from me in the future. I love you and am willing to share everything with you."

"Okay, I promise you."

Xie Yuchen wanted to merge her into his very being. Having her in this life was enough.

He used to look down on marriage, but now he realized how blissful it was to have someone so close by his side.

Zhang Miaoyan was unhappy for several days. She knew how to comfort Xie Yuchen, but she felt deeply guilty toward Yue Xiaoyang.

She paid more attention to Yue Xiaoyang’s condition, knowing that if he couldn’t recover, she and Yuchen would always carry this knot in their hearts.

Zhang Miaoyan went to the manor every day, asking the doctors about Yue Xiaoyang’s recovery progress, and seriously discussing his daily changes with Adri.

Yue Xiaoyang became more melancholic day by day, speaking less and less. Zhang Miaoyan deliberately acted lively and cheerful in front of him, telling him cold jokes. At first, he echoed a few words, but later he couldn’t be bothered.

Zhang Miaoyan grew anxious. One day she saw the butler Abel hand him a document bag and say, "Mr. Yue, these are Miss Gong’s recent updates."

Zhang Miaoyan hid. Miss Gong? Is he referring to Xiao Yu?

Yue Xiaoyang opened the document bag and took out several written reports, with more photos inside.

He looked at each photo multiple times, his slender fingers trembling slightly, gently touching the person in the pictures, eyes glistening.

At that moment, Yue Xiaoyang made one feel that he was a being of flesh and blood with emotions, not a soulless shell.

Zhang Miaoyan couldn’t clearly see the photos from a distance, but she was sure they were of Gong Xiaoyu.

Only Gong Xiaoyu could elicit such a reaction from him.

Gong Xiaoyu couldn’t bear to disturb him. After a long time, Yue Xiaoyang put the photos in the bottom drawer of his desk and said to Abel, "No need to gather her news anymore."

Abel was puzzled, "Mr. Yue, are you serious?"

Yue Xiaoyang didn’t answer, staring at the distant blue sky, murmuring, "It’s all over."

He had mentally prepared himself for amputation. He knew with current technology, no one could tell he had a prosthetic limb, but he still felt like a flawed waste.

Wastes weren’t qualified to care about her anymore.

As long as Yu Zheng was good to her, she would gradually forget him.

Abel knew his master’s feelings for this Chinese girl, but he was just a butler and didn’t dare to give any advice. What his master said was what it was.

"Okay, Mr. Yue."

"You can leave now. Let me be alone."