Chapter 115 - 114: Father Unknown - The Tender Beauty is Sweetly Doted in the 20th Century Novel! - NovelsTime

The Tender Beauty is Sweetly Doted in the 20th Century Novel!

Chapter 115 - 114: Father Unknown

Author: Yi Qianxun
updatedAt: 2026-01-29

CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 114: FATHER UNKNOWN

As usual, his gentle tone persisted, perhaps even more so because the day they had agreed to get their marriage certificate was approaching, Song Kangcheng treated Gao Huifang with even more warmth.

Yet the more forgiving and kind he was to her, the more guilt and pain Gao Huifang felt, ultimately unable to carry the overwhelming resentment and regret within her, she confessed to Song Kangcheng.

Gao Huifang haltingly recounted her ordeal of being bullied by the second person, all the while keeping a close watch on the changes in Song Kangcheng’s expression.

She had envisioned Song Kangcheng’s face showing disgust and disdain.

She also imagined he might immediately cancel their wedding plans and abandon her.

She feared the most dreadful possibility that he would scold her, not only refusing to marry her but also spreading the scandal, completely ruining her reputation.

But what Gao Huifang did not expect was.

He didn’t.

Listening to her confession, from start to finish, Song Kangcheng did not show a trace of contempt; instead, after initial shock and fear, he was left with only heartache and self-blame.

"Don’t say sorry to me, Fangfang, this is not your fault; it’s someone else’s fault."

"You are the victim; you shouldn’t be apologizing, it’s the person who bullied you who should apologize."

When Gao Huifang heard his words, tears fell uncontrollably, her face full of disbelief.

Song Kangcheng, feeling heartache, stepped up to hold her trembling body, gently patting her back.

"Don’t cry, look, your eyes are swollen from crying; if you keep this up, I’ll die from heartbreak."

"You should have told me this matter earlier, alas, making you bear so much pain alone, the one who should say sorry is actually me."

"I’m sorry, I failed to protect you, failed to arrive when you were in danger, and let you live in constant fear."

"I’m sorry, Fangfang, I claimed to love you so much, yet I didn’t manage to keep you from those dangers. Don’t be afraid, I’ll walk every night road with you from now on, and I won’t let anyone bully you again."

His tone was so gentle, mixed with so many complex and deep emotions, that Gao Huifang’s tears broke the dam completely.

She clenched Song Kangcheng’s clothes tightly, biting her lower lip fiercely.

"Sob sob... Cheng, I, I’m afraid I might be pregnant, I’m really scared."

That person each time had the determination to make her pregnant, and for over a month, Gao Huifang had been in a daze, only now remembering that she hadn’t had her period for a long time.

She truly couldn’t bear it now, she was terrified to death, so she desperately chose to confess.

Hoping on the one-in-ten-thousand chance that Song Kangcheng would forgive her.

Luckily, she bet right.

Mentioning this, Song Kangcheng paused briefly, as if in deep, painful mental struggle.

Gao Huifang dared not disturb or urge him, only biting her lip nervously awaiting.

Fortunately, Song Kangcheng soon had a reply.

He seemed to make some kind of firm decision, a forced bitter smile on his lips.

"Fangfang, don’t be afraid, if there really is one, I think I can accept it, believe me."

These words startled Gao Huifang.

She originally thought that even if Song Kangcheng accepted the reality, he would take her for an abortion, removing the illegitimate child.

"How, how can this be... it’s an illegitimate child!"

Gao Huifang suspected she might indeed be pregnant, so she also did not want this child at all.

Because she hadn’t had a period for over a month, during which she had been with two men, one Liu Tiejun, and a stranger, she had no idea who the child might belong to!

During those days Liu Tiejun held her captive, he desperately wanted her to carry his child.

The same went for the other man later.

How could she possibly want a child with an unknown father?

How could she let such a good Cheng raise a child representing shame!

Gao Huifang tightly gripped Song Kangcheng’s clothes, her eyes somewhat frightening.

"If I’m pregnant, we should abort it, okay? It can’t stay! It must not be kept!"

She utterly hated the child that might be inside her, wishing she could kill it now; Gao Huifang’s eyes were frighteningly red.

Yet Song Kangcheng comfortingly stroked her hair, his expression worried.

"I know you don’t like it, even hate it, but surgery is dangerous, I’m worried about your life, do you understand? It is far less important than your safety."

"As long as you’re here, we will have children that solely belong to us in the future, so don’t be afraid, I’m here for everything."

He was too magnanimous, and the prerequisite for whether to keep the child turned out to be her life safety.

Gao Huifang never imagined there would be a man in this world who loves and tolerates her like this, especially since when Song Kangcheng confessed to her before, he was so insulted by her once arrogant self.

She was extremely moved, yet still, she vowed that if there were indeed a child, she would choose to remove it.

Her first child must be Song Kangcheng’s, not an illegitimate one!

They lingered for a long time again, and through this conversation, Gao Huifang completely opened her heart to Song Kangcheng.

They decided to go get the certificate around the seventh and also visit the hospital for a check-up to see if she was really pregnant.

Yang Donglian hadn’t been gone long; when she came back, the two were still stuck together affectionately, and Gao Huifang looked so happy, it made Yang Donglian feel utterly disgusted.

She particularly wanted to curse.

Very much wanted to ask Gao Huifang how she had the nerve to accept Song Kangcheng; once, she humiliated others like that, stepping on their dignity, now her body is tainted, she turns back to accept others.

And Song Kangcheng too is shameless, clearly having given up on Gao Huifang before, on the day of the flood, he was obviously interested in Ye Manman, always talking to her, now he speaks of true love with Gao Huifang.

The two of them snuggled together, how nauseating it was to see.

Yang Donglian didn’t want to enter the house and bring bad luck; now she was Lucky Baby, her name fully recognized throughout the village, just waiting for matchmakers to come with proposals.

Actually, someone already proposed today, that dark-faced man she gave a fish to, but he didn’t look like he had good family conditions, so Yang Donglian rejected him without a second thought.

Her Lucky Baby fate could not end up in such a poor family; otherwise, it might even affect her luck.

There surely would be people with good family conditions coming to propose.

Yang Donglian was delighted, thinking that when she strolled around the village today, everyone was discussing if she might get married to someone from the city or town; she was nearly laughing out of happiness.

But then she thought, wasn’t she originally from the city, sent down to the countryside, so marrying into the city should be a matter of course?

So even before anyone came to propose, Yang Donglian was already pondering where she should marry off to.

The next day, as usual, she wandered around the main roads in the village to maintain her presence, when someone suddenly called out.

"Oh, isn’t that the eldest daughter of the Ye Family and her husband back, aye, indeed from town, seeing the gifts they brought back for the lunar new year, way more expensive than others, look at all that wine and tobacco, those must be worth a lot."

Yang Donglian’s attention was caught.

She immediately saw the spirited Xie Fengmian.

Unlike the generally darker skin of rural people, Xie Fengmian had fair skin, his hair was slicked back, wearing a tailored overcoat paired with gleaming leather shoes, making him look extremely handsome.

He was exactly like the city man that Yang Donglian fantasized about marrying.

Her heart raced, and she involuntarily stared at them, pretending to follow behind slowly without intention.

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