Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland
Chapter 1239 - 1240 Facing the Confession of the Wife

Chapter 1239: Chapter 1240 Facing the Confession of the Wife

"Wife, all that is in the past now, let’s not think about it anymore, let’s not think about it." Yun Hao had not realized before that his wife was harboring feelings of owing them.

Now he was afraid to ask, fearing that his wife felt she owed more to him and Little Huzi than she loved them.

He dared not consider this possibility.

He still naively believed that his wife had him in her heart, she definitely did.

But his trembling hands betrayed him, his wife did love him, she did.

"Ahao, look at me." Meng Yunhan, who was being tightly embraced by Yun Hao, suddenly pushed him away, firmly pressing on his shoulders, making him look at her.

Yun Hao slowly moved his gaze to his wife’s face, "Wife..."

Meng Yunhan accurately kissed those trembling lips, lightly leaving her mark.

"Ahao, I didn’t love you in my past life, that’s a fact, but in this life, I’ve fallen in love with you, deeply in love."

Saying this out loud, for Ahao, was somewhat cruel.

Yet this was a secret she had buried in her heart for many years, and suddenly saying it made her feel much lighter, but it made it hard for Ahao to accept this reality.

Yun Hao heard her clearly, just staring at Meng Yunhan without blinking, and she saw her own face in his pupils.

"Ahao, I really love you. Spending the rest of my life with you is what I most want to do."

Faced with his wife’s confession, it warmed him up inside, his wife did love him, she loved him.

His so-called worries from before would never come true, this was a good thing for him, a very good thing.

"Wife, I love you too." They were an old married couple now, and this mutual confession was no less passionate than that of young lovers.

Meng Yunhan was pulled by Yun Hao to sit on his lap, while she looped her arms around Yun Hao’s neck, leaning her head gently on his shoulder, her face full of smiles.

"Ahao, I thought the idea of rebirth was fantastical too. I was afraid to tell you, thinking you would believe I was having memory confusion, so I kept it to myself. Also, I sometimes felt like I was living in a dream, afraid that if I told you, everything would burst like bubbles and return to reality."

Yun Hao gently patted Meng Yunhan’s back, soothing her like a child, "Wife, this isn’t a dream, it won’t burst like bubbles. I love you, you love me, we will walk this life together, grow old together. I will spend this lifetime with you."

Sometimes promises are made too easily; not keeping them makes them false. But while speaking is easy, acting can be hard.

"Alright, we’ll live a good life together. In fact, I have no regrets in this life, it’s a hundred times happier than my last." Having a man who loves her to the bone, a son who is nearly a genius, and a godfather who, though recognized later in life, has cared for her like his own for over a decade—even when her in-laws previously favored her elder and second brothers-in-law, they still helped take care of her child when she was in trouble.

Even if the whole world were laid before her, she wouldn’t waver.

Zhuangzhuang and Xingxing were blessings bestowed by heaven.

"Wife, as long as you feel happy, that’s good." Your happiness is mine to give.

The future life, mine to share with you.

"Ahao, it’s so good to have you." Meng Yunhan felt happiness, now that everything was out in the open, all was in the past.

What he gave in his past life, as the master said, what does it matter now, since what’s happened has happened, can it be undone?

It’s just an irretrievable spilt water of unwillingness.