After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 483 My Wish Came True

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 My Wish Came True

In a daze, Ye Li stared at her, and Fu Yanci felt a mixture of sour and warm emotions in his heart.

This was the first time Ah Li proactively talked to him about the future, about children.

Before, whenever they mentioned children, whether seriously or in jest, she would always brush it off with a joke.

Either she’d say she was still a child, that having kids was something far off, never considered.

Or she’d say she needed to focus on her career first, and only after achieving success would she consider it.

Then there were times she’d poke his chest and tease him: "Fu Yanci, what if I decide not to have children? Wouldn’t it be a few years and there’d be kids born out of wedlock calling you ’Dad’? Then I’d definitely not have any!"

Every time she’d say that, it would itch his teeth with frustration.

He could only show her physically that his body, his heart, were entirely hers, leaving no possibility of any illegitimacy.

Later on, when his grandmother said it was fine to have children or not, she became more confident, always saying, "Grandmother said I don’t have to have children."

And now, this was the first time Ah Li talked about the future, their future children.

"Alright!"

Afraid to miss the opportunity, Fu Yanci nodded, "Ah Li, I’ll listen to you!"

Wrapping his long arms around her, Fu Yanci looked straight into Ye Li’s eyes, "Ah Li, all the big and small things at home, you decide. Whatever you say goes, I promise!"

The clouds dispersed, and moonlight spilled overhead.

On the man’s deep face, the gentle light in his eyes reflected even more profound and deep affection.

Ye Li nodded, reached out to tug at the corner of his mouth, "Then, when we’re at home in the future, smile a little more, okay?"

Fu Yanci was taken aback.

Ye Li poked his nose, "Although having children is a long way off, you need to start practicing now. Otherwise, when I’m actually pregnant and you start then, will it be too late? By then, the baby will see his scary father and burst into tears."

Fu Yanci’s heart melted.

Pregnancy.

Baby.

Though they’re just unrealized concepts now, just casually spoken by Ah Li, they still made him feel a genuine sense of peace and assurance.

A feeling of complete happiness.

That cold, hard iron cage in his heart seemed to have been silent for a long time.

No sound of clattering chains.

No touch of cold, hard steel.

A ray of sunlight descended along the pitch-black lake surface to the lake bottom, softly, gently shining on the cold, solitary stone.

On the stone’s edge, delicate green moss began to grow.

Warm to the touch.

"Ah Li, how can you be so wonderful?"

Fu Yanci leaned closer, tenderly pecked the corner of Ye Li’s lips, "Don’t you worry about practice. Whenever I see you, think about having a soft, fragrant baby that belongs to us, it just naturally makes me want to smile."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Holding her hand and kissing it near his lips, Fu Yanci paused for a moment, then looked up at Ye Li and said, "You’ve told me a lot about your parents, but I haven’t told you about mine, have I? Has grandmother mentioned them to you?"

Ye Li froze for a moment.

Just like she felt embarrassed when she realized she had never asked Fu Yanci about Fu Zhengyan and Sang Qing this whole year.

Old Mrs. Fu only mentioned it once, but she just glossed over it, saying Fu Yanci was a pitiful person whom she should care for and love.

And this was the first time Fu Yanci had spoken of it since they married a year ago.

Ye Li shook her head, "No."

Fu Yanci lowered his eyes, silent for a moment.

When Fu Zhengyan died, he was just three years old.

A month after the funeral, Sang Qing left the Fu Mansion, pushing a suitcase.

"The day she left was an evening..."

A picture appeared in his mind, as Fu Yanci softly said, "I was just sitting inside the door when she came and knocked, saying, ’Little Ci, Mom has something to tell you.’ But I didn’t open the door."

Children at three are always naive.

Thinking that if you wanted to say something, I wouldn’t see you, and you wouldn’t be able to say or leave.

Tomorrow and tomorrow, there’s always a tomorrow.

You’d surely stay.

But Sang Qing didn’t.

"Ah Li, before I was three, I don’t remember much."

Holding Ye Li tightly, as though drawing endless warmth from her, Fu Yanci said in a deep voice, "I only remember going to the study and seeing Dad writing, Mom sitting in the chair beside the desk, watching him write and grinding ink."

In those grey memories, there’s only that one picture.

In the dim light, no one spoke; everywhere was silent.

So silent that you could only hear the ink stone scraping on the ink slab.

Occasionally meeting each other’s eyes, both held only smiles and warmth in their gazes.

One gentle and indulgent.

One tender and intimate.

Even if he didn’t understand at the time, the young him knew the picture was too beautiful to break.

"In the Imperial Capital’s rich families, they said he took by force and she clung to riches. But it wasn’t..."

Fu Yanci shook his head, describing the scene: "Ah Li, I didn’t understand love then, but I knew they were in love."

He loved her, even knowing she couldn’t be the Matriarch of the Fu Family, he still married her.

Even if the price was being denied the Fu Family leadership.

She loved him too, knowing the future would spawn endless rumors, she still married him.

It’s just fate playing tricks.

An old husband and young wife, together for only three years, ended by an accident.

To stay, carrying the blame, guarding the only son, living within the four cornered world of the Fu Mansion.

Or.

Heartlessly abandon him, seek a peaceful place outside.

Ultimately, she chose the latter.

She just stood at the door, gently knocking, gently speaking, "Little Ci, Mommy’s parents have left, the one Mommy loved the most has also left. Every corner here reminds Mommy, aside from you, Mommy has nothing left... If I stay here, Mommy would wither away like a flower without water... Little Ci, I’m not a good mother, I’m sorry!"

The room was dark.

Outside, the courtyard was dyed orange-red by the sunset.

The shadow cast across the door and window stood there for a very long time.

Then, sobbing, went away.

From that day, there was a cold iron cage in his heart.

Isolated from the outside world.

Also trapping him inside.

But now, that cage has disappeared.

At some point, it turned into a heavy stone, settling down in peace.

Looking up, the girl’s gaze was full of pity, as if she was seeing that little boy, the one who lost both parents at the age of three.

Fu Yanci smiled comfortingly, "Ah Li, you don’t know how much I envy you and like the Ye Family."

In the Zhou Mansion, Ye Mushen was devoid of Mr. Ye’s authority in front of others, his eyes and heart only seeing his wife and daughter.

Especially protective.

You could say something bad about him, but not his wife or kids; whoever does gets into trouble with him.

Li Xueqing as well, always talking about her Brother Shen or her Ah Li.

The family of three, even their departing figures were warm, making him envious.

"Back then, I thought if only I were a child of the Ye Family, that would be wonderful."

Fu Yanci hugged Ye Li tightly, eyes smiling, "After all these years, Ah Li, my wish has come true."

She was almost moved to tears.

But the man seemed carefree, and despite talking about his own story, his face bore no sign of sadness.

Ye Li blinked away the tears, stretched to wrap her arms around his neck, "Then do you... hate them?"