Chapter 52 Coldness

Chapter 52 Coldness

It is said that people are most charming when they focus on one thing.

The person reflected in Xie Yuchuan's pupils at this moment was Shen Wei.

She was wearing a silk shirt of elegant color with her sleeves rolled up high. She was holding a writing brush and concentrating on revising the play script. Her features were cold and her eyes could only reflect her own affairs and nothing else.

"Valley."

"You're back home."

Xie Yuchuan walked over tenderly.

I noticed at a glance that Shen Wei had rolled up his sleeves, and that section of his white arm was very eye-catching.

He walked in front of Shen Wei, lowered his sleeves to cover his exposed arms, and said, "There are many people in the mansion, be careful not to be seen by others, wear more next time, the silk shirt is too thin."

"If you really want to wear it, just wear it and show it to me at night."

Shen Wei tightened his grip on the pen.

She replied calmly, "I know."

"During the three days you were away from home, I have been thinking about you." Xie Yuchuan put his arms around Shen Wei's slender waist from behind, and then touched Shen Wei's slender neck: "Weiwei."

"I heard that bandits appeared near Linghuang Temple these past two days. I am relieved to see that you have returned safely."

"Now that the blessing has been prayed for, the previous incident is in the past."

"Can we go back to the way we were before? The matter with Aunt Zhao has come to an end, and we will have children again. I will never favor other women again, and you are the only one who can give birth to children, no matter how many."

"Stop being so cold to me, okay?"

Shen Wei felt his scalp tingling when he heard these affectionate words.

Is this what Xie Yuchuan meant by his deep love for Shen Wei?

He doesn't think he is very loyal and devoted, does he?

Saying an apology, making a promise, and allowing Shen Wei to have ten children, in his opinion, the previous betrayal can be forgiven. This is the greatest privilege and exception, which is good for Shen Wei.

"Xie Yuchuan." Shen Wei calmly pulled his hand away from his waist and said with a forced smile, "You want to have children with me? Ten or eight?"

Xie Yuchuan pinched Shen Wei's cheek lovingly: "Yes, only you are allowed to give birth, only you are allowed to give birth."

"Are you happy?"

Shen Wei's smile gradually turned cold, and he suddenly changed his expression and slapped Xie Yuchuan's hand away: "Really? Do you really want me to die?"

This sudden reversal of attitude made Xie Yuchuan's expression freeze.

He glanced at the red back of his hand and said, "Weiwei, what's wrong with you? I just promised to let you have a baby, why are you reacting so strongly? What's the matter with life and death?"

"Everyone in the mansion knows how good I am to you. What else are you not satisfied with?"

Shen Wei stared at him with burning eyes: "Being nice to me means you want me to die?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How does this involve death?"

Xie Yuchuan was completely exhausted.

That’s it, Shen Wei has been like this during this period.

What exactly happened here!

Why do you always turn against each other?

She was talking to him gently one second and suddenly exploded the next.

Ever since she gave birth, Shen Wei never took the initiative to ask him to sleep with her again. There were even several times when he wanted to stay, but Shen Wei interrupted him by finding different topics to talk about, and the conversation ended in nothing.

"You didn't witness how dangerous giving birth was? You didn't see it?"

"You just open your mouth and ask me to have eight or ten children. What's the difference between that and wanting me to die?"

"I remember I showed you the chances of having a difficult birth, right? The rate of difficult births for pregnant women is as high as 40% to 60%, and the mortality rate is as high as 15%. If I give birth to a child, there is about a 50% chance that it will be a difficult birth."

“One or two percent of the concepts will die.”

"If I give birth to ten, won't that mean I will die transparently?"

"Xie Yuchuan, you claim to love me and have given so much for me, but I didn't expect that you only say it with your mouth. In your heart, you don't care about my life or death at all!"

The high mortality rate is half due to the underdeveloped medical technology.

The remaining half was all caused by feudalism.

The woman who lives in a house never goes out and stays in a house of dozens of square meters every day.

I feel depressed, repressed, suffocated, lack energy, and exercise. Neither my mentality nor my physical strength can keep up.

Once you encounter such a life-and-death matter, it is basically like going to hell.

Seeing Xie Yuchuan standing there in a daze after hearing these words.

Shen Wei sneered inwardly, but stared at him with an accusatory and sad expression on her face, and cried, "How long has it been since Aunt Zhao had a difficult delivery? She almost met the King of Hell in order to give birth to a child for you."

"I don't believe you've forgotten it so quickly. You clearly know how scary childbirth is, but you still let me take such a big risk in the name of love, asking me to give birth to eight or ten babies for you."

"I really misjudged you! I never thought that you would be so cold and indifferent to me..."

A flash of tears passed through Shen Wei's eyes, which was coincidentally caught by Xie Yuchuan.

Xie Yuchuan was really tortured to death by her.

He felt distressed, powerless and annoyed.

He opened his mouth to explain that he hadn't thought about it that much, and that having a child was a must for everyone. Aunt Zhao's case was an exception, and her child would definitely not be like that.

But before he could say anything, Shen Wei pushed him out of the boudoir.

"Weiwei, that's not what I meant!"

"I'm not saying I want you to die. Aunt Zhao had a difficult birth because she was not in good health. So many women had births without any problems, so why did she almost die? It's really not that dangerous."

"Don't let this matter haunt you or make you afraid. I'm here to take care of you. I will protect you."

"Open the door, Weiwei, stop crying, okay? I really don't mean that. I just want you to have someone to rely on. You will eventually have to return to the Marquis' Mansion to take care of your husband and children, Weiwei........."

What answered him was the heart-wrenching cry in the room.

Shen Wei denounced Xie Yuchuan word by word, saying that he didn't love her at all.

Xie Yuchuan knocked on the door for a while and saw that Shen Wei not only had no intention of opening the door, but cried even more sadly.

He could only sigh in frustration and helplessness, and walked away in despair.

How could he not know how terrible the death rate of dystocia is? He just had a fluke mentality, thinking that it was not him who was hurt, and that Shen Wei would not be so unlucky...

"Xiao Man, are you gone?"

Xiaoman leaned against the wall and listened for a while: "Gone."

As soon as these two words fell.

Shen Wei immediately stopped crying, stood up expressionlessly, wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks with her fingertips, and then sat back at the desk to revise the opera script.

"Girl, is giving birth really so scary? Why has no one ever told me? It's not even widely spread outside." Xiaoman glared in the direction where Xie Yuchuan left.

Then he returned to Shen Wei and asked while grinding ink.

Shen Wei: "I don't know how horrible it is. I only found those data in history books. But I think...the few things that the history books don't want to say more about are not groundless."