Only Ruan Jianguo lagged a few steps behind, his eyes inexplicably watching the others who had already reached the entrance.
Shu Jiao seemed to notice, turned her head, and met Ruan Jianguoâs somewhat bloodshot eyes.
Ruan Jianguoâs appearance was not any better than Ruan Haoâs; his eyelids were swollen, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot lines. His chin was covered with a blue stubble, making him appear ten years older all of a sudden.
Shu Jiao felt a twinge of heartache.
She walked over, said nothing, and led him inside by the hand.
While the others were taking care of Ruan Hao, she brought Ruan Jianguo into the room, intending to let him rest well on the bed, but Ruan Jianguo pulled her into his arms.
The blue stubble on his chin pressed against her forehead, prickling painfully, but Shu Jiao did not shy away.
Then she heard the man speak in a hoarse voice, almost inaudible, "Wife, shall we remarry and be a good family together?"
"I was wrong before. I wonât make the same mistake again. I really understand now that nothing is more important than our little familyâwith you, me, mom, and our three childrenâI canât lose any of you..."
Listening to Ruan Jianguoâs low voice, Shu Jiaoâs eyes reddened, but she still asked, "You said you realized your mistake, but do you know what mattered to me back then?"
Ruan Jianguoâs dealings with those three other households werenât new; it had been this way since they got married. If she couldnât endure it, they would have divorced long ago.
For all these years, she turned a blind eye, because she clearly understood his character, just like how their daughter is now.
Although she didnât agree with it, it never reached the point of divorce.
What truly bothered her was that he hid things from her, kept her at a distance, and treated her like an outsider.
"I know, I know, wife, but thatâs really not what I meant. I was just afraid youâd be angry. I didnât see you as an outsider; youâre my wife. I... I would give you my life; how could I possibly consider you an outsider?" Ruan Jianguo explained urgently, worried about not being clear enough, fervently waving his hands, wishing he could just open his chest to show his sincerity.
Seeing Ruan Jianguo like this, Shu Jiaoâs tears fell as she looked at him through teary eyes, softly saying one word, "Okay."
Ruan Jianguo gradually quieted down, a strange light in his eyes. He looked at her tearful eyes and lowered his head to try to kiss her, but before he could touch her eyes, Ruan Chiâs voice came from outside the ajar door, "Werenât you supposed to call Dad to eat? Why has there been no movement..."
"Second Brother..." Jiaojiao quickly called out, but it was too late. She could only watch as the slightly ajar door was pushed open. Inside, Ruan Jianguo, who was just about to kiss Shu Jiao, looked up, affected by the sudden noise, and their eyes met.
Caught interrupting their parentsâ intimacy, Jiaojiao felt very embarrassed, her face turning slightly red.
Shu Jiao, unable to show intimacy in front of her children, quickly pushed Ruan Jianguo away. Who would have guessed that after all his recent travels and not being young anymore, heâd stagger backward two steps after the push, falling onto the bedâs edge first, then further slipping with a thud onto the ground.