bullyxtreme Chapter 258 Mistakenly believing he was his deceased wife?
Chapter 258 Mistakenly believing he was his deceased wife?
Chapter 258 Mistakenly believing him to be his deceased wife?
Xiao Xingyi nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Yes, Ziqing is like a lost lamb right now, and Zhu Shigou is her only safe haven. We can't expose him now, otherwise Ziqing will completely break down."
Tan Haoyu's gaze deepened as he looked at the distant night sky and said softly, "We can only wait, wait for Ziqing to regain her memories. Only when she remembers the past can she truly see Zhu Shigou's true colors."
Xiao Xingyi was silent for a moment, then finally sighed: "That's all we can do. I hope Ziqing can remember the past soon and come back to us."
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a hint of helplessness.
……
Zhu Ziqing lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
This was her first time spending the night away from home, and the unfamiliar environment made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
She closed her eyes, but the words Tan Xiaoxuan had said to her that night kept replaying in her mind, especially the sorrowful expression when she mentioned Tan Haoyu's past, which deeply touched her.
Why did Tan Haoyu's wife leave him and their child? This question took root in Zhu Ziqing's heart like a seed.
But she was just curious and had no other ulterior motives. She knew that there was an invisible chasm between her and Tan Haoyu, a chasm she could never cross.
Zhu Ziqing turned over, her heart filled with worry for Xiao Qingqing again.
Will the child catch a cold sleeping alone in the master bedroom? Will he have nightmares? She felt that although she wasn't born to be a mother, she was worrying like one.
Just then, a crying sound suddenly came from the corridor.
Zhu Ziqing sat up abruptly and listened carefully; it was indeed Xiao Qingqing's voice. She immediately got out of bed, ran barefoot out the door, and headed towards the sound of crying.
Little Qingqing stood alone in the corridor, barefoot, wearing only a thin nightgown. She wiped away tears and cried out, "Daddy...Daddy..."
Zhu Ziqing ran over quickly, hugged Xiao Qingqing tightly, and whispered to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Qingqing, your sister Ziqing is here."
Little Qingqing continued to cry, her small body convulsing in Zhu Ziqing's arms. Zhu Ziqing gently patted her back and said softly, "It's okay, don't cry, your sister Ziqing is here with you."
She thought for a moment, then suddenly had a brilliant idea and said softly, "How about this, Mommy will stay with you? If Mommy is with you, you won't be afraid."
When Xiao Qingqing heard the word "Mommy," her crying gradually subsided. She looked up, her eyes red and filled with expectation: "Really? Mommy will stay with me?"
"Yes, really." Zhu Ziqing nodded, her eyes full of tenderness. "Mom will stay with you until Dad comes back."
Tears were still welling up in Xiao Qingqing's eyes. She asked softly, "Does Daddy not want me anymore? Did he fly up to the sky like Mommy?"
Zhu Ziqing felt a pang of pain in her heart. She gently shook her head and said softly, "No, Daddy just went to work and will be back soon. Daddy doesn't want to leave you."
Xiao Qingqing bit her lip, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her eyes: "When will Mom come back? When can Mom stay with me?"
Zhu Ziqing paused for a moment, then said softly, "Mom... Mom will come back. When Dad comes back, we'll go pick Mom up together."
Xiao Qingqing nodded, a hint of dependence in her eyes: "Then, Sister Ziqing, will you wait for Daddy with me?"
Zhu Ziqing smiled slightly and nodded gently: "Okay, I'll wait for Dad with you."
She extended her little finger and made a pinky promise with Xiao Qingqing: "Pinky promise, I promise you I'll sleep with you and wait for Daddy to come back."
Xiao Qingqing also extended her little finger and hooked it with hers, a relieved smile appearing on her face.
Zhu Ziqing carried little Qingqing back to the room, gently placed her on the bed, and then lay down herself. She softly hummed a lullaby, her voice gentle and tender:
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."
Xiao Qingqing gradually calmed down in Zhu Ziqing's arms, and her body slowly relaxed. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Even when she was asleep, her little body would twitch from time to time, as if she were still having a nightmare.
Zhu Ziqing held Xiao Qingqing tightly with one hand, and gently pulled up the quilt with the other, carefully covering the two of them.
She gently kissed Xiao Qingqing's cheek and whispered, "Goodnight, my little darling."
……
In the room, Xiao Qingqing was sleeping peacefully, her breathing even and gentle.
The soft orange light from the bedside lamp cast a warm and tranquil glow in the room.
Zhu Ziqing leaned against the bedside, gently holding Xiao Qingqing, gazing tenderly at her sleeping face, before finally falling into a deep sleep herself.
Tan Haoyu stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed it open. He stood quietly in the doorway, his gaze falling on the two people on the bed. Zhu Ziqing was holding little Qingqing, lying there quietly, the scene warm and sweet. At that moment, Tan Haoyu's heart skipped a beat—he had fantasized about this scene countless times, but each time it ended in disappointment.
This time, he confirmed that the people in the bed were indeed his wife and children, real and within reach. His eyes reddened slightly, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
He slowly approached the bedside, his gaze fixed on Zhu Ziqing's face. He wanted to touch her face, feel her warmth, and confirm her presence. His hand slowly rose, but stopped abruptly just before touching her. He was afraid, afraid that all of this was just a dream, afraid that she would suddenly disappear like so many times before.
He shouldn't have come back, but after struggling for a while, he still quietly returned. He just wanted to take a look, but after taking one look, he couldn't help but want to touch her.
After struggling for a long time, Tan Haoyu's hand finally gently landed on Zhu Ziqing's face. Her skin was warm and soft, the touch so real it almost took his breath away. He closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to kiss her, and quickly withdrew his hand.
Just then, Zhu Ziqing suddenly stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze. Tan Haoyu looked at Zhu Ziqing with some embarrassment, a flicker of panic in his eyes.
In Tan Haoyu's gaze, Zhu Ziqing saw something akin to deep affection. This look made her uncomfortable, even somewhat confused—why was he looking at her so affectionately? Did he mistake her for his wife? Or did he misunderstand her intentions towards him?
Zhu Ziqing froze for a few seconds, frowned, and hurriedly looked away.
At that moment, her heart was pounding, a slight blush rose to her cheeks, and she asked shyly, "What...what do you want to do?"