Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland
Chapter 1232 - 1233: He Has His Own Ways to Show Love for His Wife

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1233: He Has His Own Ways to Show Love for His Wife

Once they were back in their room, Yun Hao held Meng Yunhan’s hand tightly. "Wife, go ahead and tell me. I’m listening, and no matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side."

Meng Yunhan withdrew her fair hands and stretched out her left one to reach for Yun Hao’s face on her tiptoes, a move that made Yun Hao pause for a moment. However, to make it easier for her, he bent down slightly, to save her from getting too tired.

"Ahao, after we return from this trip, I’ll tell you everything. Then, whether you choose to leave me or not, I will have no complaints," Yunhan said somberly.

Her words carried a touch of sadness, causing Yun Hao to furrow his brows. What on earth could make his wife think he would leave her?

Was it really that serious?

He believed that nothing could shake his commitment to stay with her.

"Wife, can’t you tell me earlier?" Yun Hao eagerly wanted to know. He had no clue, no grasp of what it could be.

Meng Yunhan took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Ahao, I think you might not want to know. I’m tired. I want to sleep."

Seeing his wife’s pessimistic attitude, Yun Hao wondered if this was tantamount to giving up?

What was it?

"Wife, don’t you trust me? No matter what happens, I will never leave you." Yun Hao’s words were not empty promises. After so many years of marriage, he knew himself well—if he were without his wife, he wouldn’t know how to continue, for she was ingrained in his very bones.

He wasn’t like the young people who could make grand public confessions of love or send flowers, but he had his own ways of showing his love for his wife.

Meng Yunhan remained silent. In her past life, she had left Ahao; she had abandoned Little Huzi. Regardless of whether this all turned out to be a dream, she would have no regrets.

Because, in this life, she had already had so much.

It was enough.

In truth, she could choose not to ask, not to care, and even if it was all a dream, she no longer had the desire to wake up.

But that dream she had that day had slapped her hard in the face. Some things simply could not be wiped away because what had happened was like water spilled—irretrievable.

Yun Hao watched his wife close her eyes, her expression unwilling to say more, her face looking somewhat strained.

No matter what it was, his wife was willing to bear it alone.

Could it be about the secret space?

The two of them had driven there.

With an excuse, they left Kyoto.

Little Huzi was already used to his parents leaving him in charge of the factory.

Meng Yunhan held the address tightly in her hand, which, due to nervousness and the truly hot weather, became sweaty, causing the ink to blur and spread.

"Wife, is it too hot?" Yun Hao asked.

Meng Yunhan shook her head and breathed out two words, "Not hot."

Yun Hao continued to drive.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of the mountain where the temple was located, ready to climb up.

They had not yet driven up to the road leading to the temple’s foot.

It was very hot, but to Meng Yunhan, the heat felt insignificant, as if she couldn’t even feel the warmth emanating from her body.

One step closer, then another—the temple grew nearer and nearer.

Not once did Meng Yunhan complain of fatigue, even as Yun Hao supported her, both remaining silent.

At last, they reached the temple.

As she looked at the building she had once passed by in haste, Meng Yunhan’s eyes quickly filled with tears, and her nose felt sour.

The words from that day echoed clearly in her ears: "I, Yun Hao, will have no regrets."