Novel Full Chapter 1763 - 1762: Sorry
Chapter 1763: Chapter 1762: Sorry
After Tong Sanlang returned from the Palace, he mentioned the matter to Qiao Xiaomai, and she immediately slapped her thigh hard, “I figured it out!”
“Figured out what?” Tong Sanlang was startled by her sudden action.
“That time when Lingsu detoxified Yang Ye, it wasn’t some sort of bloodletting method at all. She used herself to detoxify him!”
After that incident, Yang Ye’s attitude toward Bei Lingsu became subtle. At the time, she had her suspicions, but since both parties denied it, she had no choice but to swallow her doubts.
But now, with Bei Lingsu just nodding, the two of them had already gotten together, and on top of that, Bei Lingsu was pregnant. The speed of these two could definitely be called lightning-fast.
Hearing Qiao Xiaomai’s words, Tong Sanlang nodded and said, “Regardless, now that Miss Bei is pregnant, we should congratulate her.”
He recalled Yang Wenxiao’s words and couldn’t help but look at Qiao Xiaomai with a hint of something else in his eyes. “The Retired Emperor said…”
He hesitated, finding it hard to get the words out.
Qiao Xiaomai looked at him suspiciously. “What did he say?”
Tong Sanlang dropped his gaze and no longer looked at her. “He said… maybe now we could arrange a betrothal between their child and ours.”
Qiao Xiaomai: “…”
She stared at Tong Sanlang, who had his head lowered, her face tinged with discomfort. She and Tong Sanlang hadn’t even reconciled yet—where was a child supposed to come from for this betrothal?
Tong Sanlang, seeing her remain silent, couldn’t help but lift his gaze. Their eyes met briefly before Qiao Xiaomai quickly looked away.
Seeing this, Tong Sanlang took a deep breath and asked, “Shouldn’t we… shouldn’t we put an end to our awkwardness as well?”
Bei Lingsu and Yang Ye had been at odds for two years, and now they were unmarried and expecting a child.
But he and Qiao Xiaomai had been at odds for two and a half years, and it still hadn’t ended.
Too long. Two and a half years was far too long.
Spending such precious time on conflicts was such a waste.
Looking at Qiao Xiaomai’s profile, he softened his tone. “You disbanded the Guard Team—does that mean you’re ready to live a good life with me?”
“I know I was wrong. In the past, I didn’t know how to put myself in your shoes, didn’t see things from your perspective. You came here all alone, and I was your whole world. I didn’t handle it well. I’m sorry.”
Qiao Xiaomai: “…”
She turned her head to look at Tong Sanlang in a daze and, almost unconsciously, said, “There’s no need to apologize. Love isn’t something where the amount you give guarantees the amount you get. What I gave, I gave willingly; it has nothing to do with you.”
“You’re not like me, all alone in this world. You have a family, and your past family life could even be called happy. We’re not the same. It was my mistake—I shouldn’t have imposed my thoughts onto you. In love, I am the only one; that’s enough.”
To love someone doesn’t mean possessing every part of them.
As long as her efforts in love were respected, that was enough.
Tong Sanlang: “…”
He looked at Qiao Xiaomai, and his nose suddenly ached with emotion. Rising from his chair, he walked over, bent down, and enveloped her in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked with a hoarse voice, choking back tears.
“I shouldn’t have let reality teach you these things. I’m sorry.”
Qiao Xiaomai was such a stubborn person, her temperament so extreme. But now, she was saying such calm words—calm, yet tinged with helplessness about the realities of life. This attitude made him suddenly feel like a complete bastard.
A complete bastard.
The unhappiness of her childhood—he hadn’t made up for it. Instead, he had forced her to face reality and made her helplessly accept it.
After marrying him, he hadn’t cherished her, but instead, made her suffer even more.