My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again
Chapter 1071: 1071: The Death of Ye Si (11)

Chapter 1071: Chapter 1071: The Death of Ye Si (11)

“If you can’t remember something, then don’t think about it; it’s not anything important,” Su Hongxing turned to look at Ye Qilan and touched his resolute chin, “Maybe you could think of it this way, because we are fated, no matter what, we would have met and been united.”

She and he were fated to be together.

“I still really want to know under what circumstances I met you, fell for you,” Ye Qilan picked up the little one and kissed the little one’s rosy cheeks twice.

The child had just been born, with tiny hands and feet, everything was so miniature. In Ye Qilan’s eyes, the child was so adorable, such a miraculous little being.

Since the child had just been born, Ye Qilan forbade Su Hongxing from getting out of bed and catching a cold, which meant that taking care of Su Hongxing’s physiological needs fell upon him.

Seeing how Ye Qilan went about it without a second thought, Su Hongxing felt she was imposing on him.

A man like him should be commanding the business battlefield, not doing trivial things like holding a chamber pot for a woman.

“Ye Qilan, stop being busy, come and sit with me for a while,” Su Hongxing said, seeing Ye Qilan still tending to the coal fire, which made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’ll be finished soon, then I’ll join you for sleep,” Ye Qilan involuntarily glanced out the window again.

The sun was setting, it must be around three or four in the afternoon by now? Age and Fu Yan still hadn’t shown up.

Su Hongxing also knew Ye Qilan’s concerns, she struggled to get out of bed. Ye Qilan saw it out of the corner of his eye and nearly had a heart attack: “Don’t move. You just gave birth, you can’t catch a cold, you’re supposed to be doing your confinement!”

“You seem to know a lot,” Su Hongxing wanted to say that it really wasn’t that exaggerated.

But seeing how nervous Ye Qilan was about her, she obediently crawled back under the covers, lying in bed with him. The blanket wasn’t very thick, but it covered the family just enough to keep them warm.

“Amou, I’ve been having nightmares recently. It was when we were giving each other the cold shoulder, and I was having really bad dreams at that time. I thought to myself, if I didn’t have much time left to live, how foolish would it be for me to waste time being at odds with you?” Ye Qilan’s gaze was intense as he looked at Su Hongxing, “At that time, I wished I could be with you every moment, treating each day as if it were my last.”

“Never dwell on what we’ve lost; we should cherish the people in front of us.” Tears glistened in Su Hongxing’s eyes, her heart filled with tenderness.

“Amou, the thing I’m most thankful for in this life is meeting you. As a successful man, I’ve had everything one could want, fame, power, and the woman I love the most. This woman has also given me two children; I have no regrets.”

Ye Qilan gently kissed Su Hongxing’s face, “If I die, don’t be sad. Just consider it as me repaying a debt I owed you from the past.”

Su Hongxing buried herself in Ye Qilan’s arms, “Don’t talk like that, I don’t like hearing it.”

Her tears soaked through the front of Ye Qilan’s shirt, he could hear her muffled crying, and teased her, “Why are you crying silently like Little Pudding?”

When Little Pudding wanted to cry but was too afraid to make a noise, he would cry silently.

Her tears seeped through the shirt, penetrating his skin, and the scalding warmth felt just like it did in his dreams.

“Stop crying, you’re doing your confinement, you can’t afford to be sad and distressed, it’s bad for the eyes,” Ye Qilan thought to himself, perhaps he shouldn’t have said those things.

Maybe he was destined to survive this ordeal.