After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Even in her sleep, she would turn over and reach out to the empty space beside her, before remembering that he wasn’t there.

Lin Gantang had grown used to Wen Yanqing’s presence, used to a life with him in it.

She would occasionally get annoyed with him, but more often, she missed and felt sorry for him.

It was good to be still for a while, to really contemplate, to better understand what her heart truly desired.

At the Wen residence.

Two days had passed since Lin Gantang ran out crying. Wen Rendong looked at Wen Yanqing, who sat on the terrace “gazing” into the distance, where a whole day could pass with him just sitting there, without even asking, it was clear that there was a conflict between the two.

Wen Rendong lit a cigar and sat down in the leisure chair beside him.

“Don’t smoke here; she doesn’t like the smell of tobacco,” said Wen Yanqing.

Wen Rendong took a puff of his cigar, “No need to look; she’s not coming back today.”

“I don’t want this place to be tainted with a scent she dislikes,” Wen Yanqing reminded him again, “Please put out your cigar.”

Wen Rendong, resigned, had a servant take the cigar away.

Wen Yanqing’s cellphone was on the low table in front of him. It vibrated with an incoming text message, his expression briefly brightened at the buzz, then dimmed again.

“How do you know it’s not Gantang looking for you?” Wen Rendong glanced over the screen’s contents.

Wen Yanqing continued looking into the distance, “She knows I can’t see; she always calls directly.”

“A wise man does not fall in love,” said Wen Rendong, “Look at someone like me, I never get heartbroken over anyone. Look at you now, putting yourself through emotional turmoil for a relationship, why bother? Wealthy people can buy happiness with money, don’t get too serious.”

Wen Yanqing scoffed.

He said nothing, but Wen Rendong read the mockery in his silence.

Wen Rendong fell quiet.

He saw the faint dark circles under Wen Yanqing’s eyes and after a moment of silence said, “If you miss her, just call her, tell her to come back.”

Wen Rendong asked, “Haven’t slept well these past two days?”

“My head’s been hurting badly.”

Incomprehension crossed Wen Rendong’s face, “If you can’t bear to be without her, why let her go? Why not ask her to come back? She was crying so hard the day she left; it was obvious she cares a lot about you.”

With extreme calmness, Wen Yanqing replied, “In these two days, my limbs have started to become numb and weak. I’ve had it checked, still without any results.”

Wen Rendong, who had been leaning back in the chair, suddenly sat up, his expression grave, “You…”

“So, you should understand why I don’t call her back.”

He had harbored hope, thinking there was an equal chance of improvement or deterioration, but now it was clear he was not that lucky.

“How could it suddenly be like this? Maybe it’s because you’ve been sitting too long; my legs also get numb after sitting all day at work,” Wen Rendong tried to think optimistically.

Wen Yanqing’s voice was hoarse, “It’s not sudden; the doctors had said that a problem with the brain nerves could affect other body functions.”

Because of this, he had started to make plans for the person he loved most, but he hadn’t done enough, and had driven Lin Gantang away.

They sat in silence for a long while.

Wen Rendong got up and left the terrace, headed to the courtyard outside and lit another cigar.

He wished fervently for Wen Yanqing to get better, for Wen Yanqing shouldered the future of the Wen family and was also his only bloodline.

Sometimes he wondered if this was a punishment from the heavens, to let him be infertile and then have his only son face such an ordeal.

To punish his own romantic dalliances by having a devoted and deeply loving son who refused to have children, insistent on ending the Wen family line..