C20

Zi Yan was on the verge of tears. She already knew that she was born into a tragedy, but now that she had said it out loud, she knew how harsh the heavens treated her.

"Didn't you have a birthday?"

Zhuo Weating took a deep breath and then another. He did not believe this answer.

"I'm a superfluous person."

Zi Yan bit her lips, not letting herself cry as memories of her childhood flooded her mind.

Zhuo Weitang's heart tightened. A superfluous person, this was such a pathetic sentence, but from her mouth, it was just like a tragedy.

"You are not allowed to talk about yourself like this in the future. You are the wife of me, Zhuo Weiting."

Zhuo Weitang pulled her in front of him and looked at her tear-stained face. An ice block was slowly melting on her chest.

"That's what they always say. If I were a boy, it wouldn't be the same."

Zi Yan faced Zhuo Weiliang's gentle gaze and slowly leaned her head against his chest.

"Why do you say that?"

All along, Zhuo WeiTing had never talked so much, but tonight, he asked every question he could as to the reason in a hundred thousand questions.

"She said if I were a boy, Dad wouldn't have an affair."

Zi Yan leaned against Zhuo Weitang's chest, her scabbed wound slowly tearing open.

Because he was her husband, and she trusted him, she wanted him to know everything about her, including her childhood.

For so many years, she had endured everything silently and had never told anyone else.

Although Ziyan had used her, Zhuo WeiTing could tell that she was referring to her mother.

He held Zi Yan tightly. If a man thought that a woman couldn't have a son as a reason for cheating, then that man was a bastard.

If a woman blames her husband for cheating on her daughter, she is not fit to be a mother.

"Before I was born, she thought I was a boy, so she named me a boy. But I wasn't one when I was born, I've never been born ever since, and I only used the name Zi Yan when I was in school."

As she spoke, Zi Yan's body shrank, as if she was frightened.

"It's not your fault."

Feeling that the water was a little cold, Zhuo Weitang quickly picked Zi Yan up, used a towel to gently wipe her water, and helped her take off her pajamas.

"I'll do it myself."

When Zhuo Wei Ting's large hand slashed across her chest, Zi Yan shuddered and finally returned to reality.

"Don't be like your wife in the future. You only need to remember that you're not wrong."

Zhuo Weitang gave the towel to Zi Yan, but his hand took the towel to help her wipe her hair.

"Aren't you angry that I'm not Song Laidi?"

Zi Yan's ice-cold heart gradually warmed up, he was not as cold and heartless as he appeared to be.

"Angry, but not as angry as your little daughter-in-law."

Zhuo Weitang said with a sigh.

"Is it the same for all women?"

Recalling what her father-in-law had said earlier in the day, Zi Yan boldly asked.

"It was before the wedding."

Zhuo WeiTing was stunned for a moment, then he replied with half of his sentence.

"If you don't like it, I can leave."

Zi Yan said softly.

"If you want to go back on your word, don't forget that you've already signed the contract!"

The moment he heard Zi Yan say that she was leaving, Zhuo WeiTing's tone became noticeably colder.

"That contract wasn't signed by my name …"

"You!" You already gave me your body, don't you care? "

Zhuo WeiTing pulled Zi Yan's towel over …