“I was busy with work and didn’t know about it. Yangyang didn’t tell me either. It was Zhou Liwen who discovered it and told me. Later, I confronted you, and you cried, holding Yangyang and apologizing repeatedly. Yangyang also pleaded for you, saying it was his fault for making you angry… I made you promise never to drink at home again and never to treat Yangyang like that. You seemed very regretful, but for some reason, a month later, you got drunk again and hit Yangyang…”

“That’s too much!” Cheng Yu couldn’t listen anymore. Her chest burned with anger, and she gritted her teeth. “How could you do that?”

Du Lingyun looked at her strangely, and Cheng Yu immediately felt embarrassed. In this man’s eyes, wasn’t she the one who did these terrible things? What right did she have to be so indignant?

“That time, we had a big fight. You blamed everything on Yangyang, saying that if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be trapped in this marriage… You hated Yangyang and me, and you wanted a divorce.”

Cheng Yu’s heart raced, and her throat felt bitter. “Did you agree?”

“That fight scared Yangyang. Even though he’s young, he knows what divorce means. He cried, begging his dad and mom not to divorce, saying he wanted both his dad and mom…” Du Lingyun’s voice grew hoarse and heavy. “For the sake of the child, I hoped you would reconsider. You didn’t say anything at the time, but later, one day when you were helping Yangyang bathe, you reached out and pinched him again…”

Cheng Yu gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

No wonder Yangyang looked so conflicted when she said she would help him bathe. Even though he was afraid, he still agreed.

This child wanted his mother, time and time again trying to please her with his pure heart, only to be hurt repeatedly.

Poor child…

Thinking about it, Cheng Yu felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and her eyes stung slightly.

“After that, you ran away from home,” Du Lingyun concluded calmly.

So that’s what happened.

No wonder this man was so cold towards his wife when he saw her in the hospital.

“I’m sorry,” Cheng Yu murmured. Although she hadn’t done those terrible things, she now occupied someone else’s identity and should take responsibility for it.

Du Lingyun looked at her with a complex expression. “I can see that you really want to be a good mother to Yangyang now. Yangyang also likes the current you.”

She really did want to be a good mother to Yangyang.

Cheng Yu looked up at the man in front of her, her eyes unconsciously revealing a hint of longing and hope.

Du Lingyun noticed and was moved. “A child’s heart is very pure. Because he recognizes you as his mother, he is willing to forgive you again and again, and even though he knows you are not good to him, he still wants to be close to you… But no matter what, being hurt is being hurt. The wounds on his body may heal, but the wounds in his heart may not disappear. Don’t let the child’s love for you fade away!”

Cheng Yu nodded vigorously. “I know, I know. From now on, I will never hurt Yangyang again. Give me another chance, and I will be good to him!”

He looked at her deeply. “I hope this time, you won’t forget your promise.”

Du Lingyun finished washing the last dish and turned to leave.

Cheng Yu looked at his upright figure and couldn’t help but call out, “Du Lingyun, thank you.”

He turned around in surprise.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “I will cherish the opportunity you gave me. You can trust me.”

Du Lingyun raised his eyebrows, trying hard to suppress the strange emotion in his heart, and nodded lightly.

Cheng Yu smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze blowing over the water, rippling out in circles.

Over the next week, Du Lingyun gradually felt that this home was different.

No matter how early or late he returned home, there would always be a light on, and she would always be waiting at the door, preparing dinner or a midnight snack, and running a bath for him.

The house was always spotlessly clean, not a speck of dust to be found. His shirts and pants were ironed neatly, and even his ties and socks were neatly arranged in the closet.

She dismissed the part-time housekeeper and did all the housework herself. She even placed several potted plants around the house and created a small garden on the balcony with white orchids, purple hyacinths, and yellow butterfly orchids, all in full bloom, full of vitality.

When did she learn to take care of flowers?

Du Lingyun was puzzled, and even more puzzled was that when Yangyang was brought home from the nanny, she no longer kept her distance from the child or found him noisy. Instead, she spent the whole evening patiently playing with Yangyang and telling him bedtime stories before bed.

She did everything perfectly, leaving no room for criticism, diligent and hardworking. But because she was too perfect, it made him feel a bit strange.

This was too unlike Jian Lanxi, wasn’t it? He even had a ridiculous feeling that his wife had been secretly replaced by someone else.

Was she a bit obsessed?

Like now, she was kneeling on the kitchen floor, carefully cleaning the gaps between the tiles, even though they were already very clean. She seemed possessed, scrubbing vigorously.

“Lanxi!” he couldn’t help but call out to her.

She was startled and looked up to see him. She hurriedly tried to stand up, but her legs were numb from kneeling, and she couldn’t stand steadily, swaying.

She quickly reached out to hold onto the edge of the counter to steady herself, but her finger accidentally scraped against it, leaving a cut.

“Ah.” She realized something was wrong and tried to look at her hand, but he grabbed it first.

“Be careful!” Seeing her finger bleeding, he frowned slightly. “I’ll get a band-aid.”

“No need, it’s just a scratch.”

He ignored her and brought over the first aid kit.

“I… I can do it myself.” She stammered.

He gave her a stern look, which immediately silenced her. She stood there awkwardly, not moving, letting him gently hold her injured finger, first using cotton to absorb the blood, then applying iodine, and finally putting on a band-aid.

“Don’t get the wound wet.” He reminded her, his voice warm and soothing, stirring her heartstrings.

Why was he being so gentle to her?

She panicked and pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat, and her ears slightly red.

“I… I know.” She said, picking up the cloth to wipe the floor again.

He frowned even more and snatched the cloth away. “No need to wipe anymore! The floor is not dirty at all.”

But if she didn’t wipe, what else could she do?

She avoided his gaze. “Then do you want to take a bath? I’ll go run the hot water for you.”

He didn’t respond, just looked at her. “Is Yangyang asleep?”

“Yes.”

“Then sit down.” He pointed to the dining table. “I have something to say to you.”

“Oh.” She nodded but didn’t go over immediately. She first poured two cups of the fragrant fruit tea from the stove and brought them over on a tray.