Disorder in marriage

Yan Zhi wiped away the tears on her face, her words clear and forceful.

"Didn't you force me to change?"

"While I was pregnant, you bought a house for Yan Fei across from the hospital. The day after I gave birth, you gave the baby to Yan Fei! I begged you to give the baby back to me, did you even listen?"

"Gu Yunmo, is it that I don't want to live a good life? Before you gave the child to Yan Fei, was I already a vicious, crazy, and resentful woman in your eyes?"

"Do you know how much this has affected me? Has anyone in your family spoken up for me? From your grandmother to your nanny, everyone has openly or subtly mocked me for scheming to climb the social ladder. I deserve it; losing my child is just karma!"

Gu Yunmo paused, his tone unfriendly, "Who told you that?"

"Don't worry about who said it!" Yan Zhi choked up. "I admit what I did, and I don't care. So what if your grandma criticizes me, so what if your parents don't like me, so what if everyone around you treats me coldly? I can endure it."

"But I never imagined that, in my most vulnerable moment, my husband, the father of my child, would stab me in the deepest and most painful wound!"

No one spoke on the phone anymore; the silence was like a knife, slowly torturing the two people who had once tried to get closer to each other.

"You think—"

Yan Zhi sniffed, forcing herself to appear calm while crying.

"You think... I lost one child, and all you have to do is bring me another one... No way."

She cried without restraint or concealment, completely losing her composure.

"Gu Yunmo, if my child doesn't come back, I will never give up, I will keep making a scene! My child is my life! She is my life!"

Gu Yunmo felt particularly bad when he heard her crying.

During one prenatal checkup, the doctor said the baby wasn't doing well, and Yan Zhi became depressed afterward. Gu Yunmo didn't know what to do at that time.

Not to mention now.

What should he say?

Should we just tell them the child is dead?

Or should I tell her the child will never come back?

It turns out that one lie leads to more lies, and the more he tried not to make her sad, the sadder she became.

"Xiao Zhi."

Gu Yunmo felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes welled up with tears as he sat in the car.

He couldn't smoke any more cigarettes than he had in his entire life in this period of time.

He covered his face, his tone gentler than ever before.

"Calm down and listen to me."

Yan Zhi also gave him patience, "Go ahead and talk, I'm very calm right now."

"You and my child did not survive."

Gu Yunmo had never been so distressed. After saying those words, it felt as if all the blood had been drained from his heart, leaving him with nothing but an empty shell.

Yan Zhi quieted down, and her tears stopped.

The tinnitus kept coming in, and her heart started beating erratically, as if it was about to jump out of her body.

"What did you say? What do you mean by 'didn't survive'?"

Gu Yunmo: "She was already dead when she was born. I was afraid you would be sad, so I asked Yan Fei to act out this scene with me."

"impossible!"

Upon hearing Yan Fei's name, Yan Zhi reacted as if in a state of shock, exclaiming, "My child can't be dead!"

"My child can't die!"

Gu Yunmo suppressed his own grief and comforted her, "Xiao Zhi, listen to me, she's really dead. I confirmed it with my own eyes."

"Impossible, impossible!"

Yan Zhi kept repeating, "I don't believe it! You must be lying to me! I've seen her photos! I've seen her videos!"

Gu Yunmo knew she would ask that question. "Those are all synthesized using AI."

Yan Zhi managed to utter, "AI?"

"I held a funeral the day after you gave birth, and almost everyone knows about it. That's why Grandma wanted us to adopt Niannian. I know you don't like Grandma, but she was also afraid that this would hurt you."

"Xiao Zhi, this is the truth. Our daughter is dead."

Yan Zhi sat there, stunned, her phone slipping from her hand.

Within three seconds, she rushed out of her house. The elevator was taking forever to arrive, so she ran up to the thirteenth floor in one go.

In Gu Yunmo's rearview mirror, Yan Zhi ran out of the building wearing slippers.

He quickly got out of the car to chase after her, calling her name several times, but Yan Zhi did not slow down at all.

Yan Zhi rushed outside the residential area and flagged down a taxi.

"drive!"

The driver asked, "Where to?"

Yan Zhi's vision was blurry. "Drive!"

Gu Yunmo quickly drove out of the residential area, and Xia Linglong, who was off work, recognized his car.

"Gu Yunmo? What are you doing here? Trying to bully Xiaozhi again?"

Gu Yunmo was anxiously calling Yan Zhi's cell phone, but the call never went through.

Seeing his pale face, Xia Linglong quickly realized something was wrong and blew her whistle twice.

"Hey, Gu Yunmo! What happened?"

......

Yan Zhi rushed all the way to the Yan family.

Actually, this villa was originally bought by her parents.

When she was little, her parents often instilled in her the idea that her uncle's family was also her family.

Yan Zhi used to think they were all family, but later she realized that she was just an eyesore to them.

Everything was about interests, and Yan Zhi didn't want to fight anymore.

Before her parents died, they always hoped for harmony between the two families. After she married Gu Yunmo, she no longer wanted to take back the house.

"Open the door!"

boom! boom! boom!

Yan Zhi pounded on the door, and the motion-activated lights at the doors of the surrounding neighbors turned on at the same time, and even a dog from who-knows-where started barking.

Ignoring the pain in her palms, Yan Zhi repeatedly slammed her fists against the door.

Finally, Wei Dinglian reluctantly opened the door. "Xiao Zhi, what are you doing? It's so late at night—"

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zhi grabbed her collar.

Yan Zhi, her eyes bloodshot, forced her back and said, word by word, "Call Yan Fei."

"What do you want with her—"

"I told you to call Yan Fei!"

Wei Dinglian was startled by her sudden shout and had no choice but to pick up her phone. She hesitated whether to dial 110, but it seemed that she was not in the right.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not being answered. Please try again later..."

Wei Dinglian turned on the speakerphone. "Look, Feifei isn't answering the phone. She should still be in class right now. What do you need her for?"

Yan Zhi let go of her hand in despair, breathing heavily, her eyes stinging and aching from crying.

"My child, is she taking my child abroad? Is my child still alive and well?"

Even now, Yan Zhi still clung to a sliver of hope, and she actually began to pray to the person in the world who wanted her dead the most to give her a chance.

It doesn't matter who raises the child, as long as she's alive and well, that's enough.

Unexpectedly, Wei Dinglian showed a regretful expression the next second.

"Xiao Zhi, you found out?"

"Oh, don't be sad. You're still young. You and Yunmo will have children. You're so capable. Your uncle and I believe your next child will be healthy."