You helped him have a baby, what do you regret about the divorce? Chapter 097

She closed her eyes, Lin Gengjin’s image still in her mind. She told herself that Lin Gengjin would definitely help her. He was so good, so kind, he wouldn’t abandon her.

She fell into a deep sleep, and in her dream, Lin Gengjin was still so gentle, so loving, and everything was so blissful.

In the dream, Lin Gengjin was still as gentle as ever, smiling, his eyes filled with an unyielding fondness. She leaned into his embrace, feeling a long-lost sense of security and warmth.

They strolled together, played together, laughed together, as if they had returned to their most beautiful times in the past. The dream was real and sweet; she could even smell the faint scent of soap on him.

She didn’t want to wake up, only wishing to forever immerse herself in this beautiful dream.

Just as she and Lin Gengjin were lost in their tender moment, an abrupt “Ah—” shattered the tranquility. The sound carried the clear stretch of a yawn, exceptionally harsh in the silent room.

Su Xinyue abruptly opened her eyes, the ceiling above her cold and unfamiliar. The warmth of the dream instantly vanished, replaced by the chill and irritation of reality. The hint of sweetness that had just blossomed in her heart was completely washed away by this interruption.

It was Zhao Mother. She was already up, her voice coming from the living room.

Her beautiful dream interrupted, Su Xinyue’s mood instantly plummeted. The dissatisfaction that had accumulated over the past two days due to Zhao Mother and Zhao Ziyu’s coldness now found an outlet, surging out in a rush.

She was angry, and deeply so.

She sat up from the sofa, rubbed her eyes, and called out impatiently towards the living room, “Auntie, your life is truly comfortable, sleeping so late.”

Zhao Mother’s voice came from the living room, tinged with the laziness of just waking up, “I came back late yesterday, so I slept a bit later today.”

Su Xinyue sneered, raising her voice, “Yes, those who know, know you’re here to take care of me, this pregnant woman. Those who don’t, might think I’m the pregnant woman taking care of you, letting you sleep until noon.”

“Xinyue, what are you saying?” Zhao Mother’s voice held a hint of displeasure. “I haven’t been idle these past few days. I bought groceries and cooked for you, and even washed your clothes.”

Su Xinyue pushed herself up from the sofa and walked to the living room doorway, looking at Zhao Mother who had just emerged from the bedroom. Zhao Mother was wearing pajamas, her hair a bit messy, and her sleepy eyes made Su Xinyue even more unhappy.

She crossed her arms and said coldly, “Bought groceries? Cooked? Auntie, what did you cook last night? What about breakfast this morning? How long has it been since I’ve eaten the food I wanted?”

Zhao Mother frowned, her tone hardening. “It’s not like I never cook. Before, when you said what you wanted to eat, I would buy it, but then you wouldn’t eat it after I cooked it, so I didn’t dare to cook too much. It’s just that I occasionally had something to do and didn’t cook. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it?”

“Occasionally?” Su Xinyue raised her voice. “Your ‘occasional’ times are quite frequent. And as for washing clothes, you used to hand-wash my clothes, but now? You just throw them in the washing machine and tumble them. Is that what you call taking care of me?”

Zhao Mother’s face completely darkened. “Doesn’t the washing machine wash them clean? Who hand-washes clothes anymore? I’m not your family’s nanny!”

“Of course you’re not a nanny!” Su Xinyue sneered. “You’re here to take care of me, this pregnant woman! But what’s the result? I’ve become the one serving you!” The nameless anger in her heart was burning fiercely; she completely disregarded Zhao Mother’s feelings, venting all the grievances and dissatisfaction of the past two days.

Zhao Mother’s chest heaved with anger, her hand pointing at Su Xinyue trembling. “Su Xinyue! Don’t go too far! How did it become you serving me?!”

“How didn’t it?” Su Xinyue was aggressive. “You sleep until noon, don’t manage anything at home, and I can’t even get a hot meal. Isn’t that me serving you?”

“You—” Zhao Mother was too angry to speak, her face ashen.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened again, and Zhao Ziyu walked out, his hair disheveled. He, too, had been woken from a sweet dream and was simmering with frustration.

“What’s all the noise about this early in the morning?” Zhao Ziyu asked impatiently.

“Ziyu, listen to what she’s saying!” Zhao Mother seemed to find a savior and immediately complained to her son. “I came here with good intentions to take care of her, but she’s actually complaining about me! Saying I sleep in, saying I haven’t cooked, saying I haven’t washed clothes!”

Zhao Ziyu looked at Su Xinyue, his eyes filled with reproach. “Xinyue, what’s wrong with you? Mom came all this way to take care of you, can’t you speak properly?”

Seeing Zhao Ziyu siding with Zhao Mother, Su Xinyue’s anger flared even more. She snorted, “What’s wrong with me? Ask your mom what she’s done? I’m pregnant, and she sleeps in all day, doesn’t touch any housework, and I can’t even eat the food I want. Is this what you call taking care of me?”

“Mom, is that true?” Zhao Ziyu asked Zhao Mother.

Zhao Mother quickly defended herself, “No! It was just occasionally. How could I not do any housework? I bought groceries for her, cooked, and washed clothes! It’s just that I came back late yesterday and slept a bit longer this morning, and she’s holding onto it!”

“What do you mean ‘slept a bit longer’?” Su Xinyue interrupted her. “It’s almost noon! You’re here to enjoy yourself, aren’t you?”

“Enough!” Zhao Ziyu roared, interrupting their quarrel. He frustratingly ran a hand through his hair, looking at Su Xinyue’s belly, then at his trembling mother.

“Xinyue, you’re pregnant now, don’t get so emotional.” Zhao Ziyu tried to ease the atmosphere, but his tone was clearly perfunctory. “Mom is old, and it wasn’t easy for her to come here, so try to be understanding.”

Understanding? Su Xinyue found these two words incredibly ironic. She was the one who needed understanding the most right now, and Zhao Ziyu was telling her to be understanding of his mom?

“Me, understanding?” Su Xinyue’s voice was as cold as ice. “Who’s going to be understanding of me? I’m alone with the baby, and I still have to put up with your moods, can’t eat the food I want, and can’t even hear a kind word! Is this what you call ‘care’?!”

Zhao Ziyu was provoked by Su Xinyue’s attitude. “What do you mean? Haven’t we taken care of you? My mom just occasionally didn’t cook; most of the time you just enjoyed it. What else are you dissatisfied with?”

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in Su Xinyue’s heart.

She looked at Zhao Ziyu, at the impatient and accusatory expression on his face, and suddenly felt that this person before her was so unfamiliar.

She felt a violent surge of nausea, not morning sickness, but disgust at the harshness of reality.

“I’m not dissatisfied with anything.” Su Xinyue’s voice was eerily calm. “I just think that perhaps, we’re not suited to live together.”

Zhao Ziyu froze, not expecting her to say that. Zhao Mother also stopped her tearful complaints and looked at Su Xinyue.

“What do you mean?” Zhao Ziyu asked.