TDLWTAHATD CHAPTER 11

Chapter 11 Unsure Whether to Go In

Xie Chengyu’s expression darkened. A month ago, he had been schemed against, and it was Xu Ruoxin who had saved him—ending up pregnant because of it. She wasn’t as contemptible as others thought.

He rose and said calmly, “Step outside with me.”

Without waiting, he left the ward first. Nan Xiao’s face went pale, but she followed him into the corridor.

There, Xie Chengyu said, “I’ll remind Ruoxin not to trouble you again. But you should also tell your friend not to insult her anymore.”

Nan Xiao bit her lip so hard it nearly broke the skin. But with the mask covering her face, Xie Chengyu couldn’t see.

She nodded, wanting to answer “Alright, I know”, but found herself unable to utter a word.

Right now, pain pressed so heavy she just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

Noticing her odd state, Xie Chengyu asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Nan Xiao shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ll go first.”

With that, she walked away quickly, afraid that if she stayed even a moment longer, her tears would fall.

What kind of man was Xie Chengyu?

He didn’t seem entirely cruel. From the beginning, his attitude had been clear—

She was brought into the Xie family to ward off misfortune for Old Madam Xie. Their marriage was just a transaction. He would not love her, but he would give her plenty of money as compensation.

For the past three years, every month he had transferred her money. At the time of marriage, he had already given her large sums of property. By that standard, he had done nothing wrong.

And yet, Nan Xiao still felt overwhelming sorrow.

All because she loved him—but his eyes only held Xu Ruoxin.

Outside the hospital, Nan Xiao pressed her chest tightly, leaning on the wall just to stay upright.

After steadying herself, she took a taxi back to the villa. At the same time, Xie Chengyu returned to the ward.

“Chengyu,” Xu Ruoxin lifted herself slightly, asking, “Miss Nan didn’t look well just now. Is she alright?”

“She’s fine.” Xie Chengyu’s voice was flat.

Xu Ruoxin glanced at him, then probed carefully, “When will we live together? At my last checkup, the doctor said it’s better for prenatal care if both parents are involved.”

Xie Chengyu sat back down, replying, “Nan Xiao and I haven’t officially divorced yet. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

The implication was clear—he had no intention of living with her yet. Xu Ruoxin’s eyes reddened instantly.

“Chengyu, do you not like me anymore? Do you still resent me for leaving you in university? I know I was wrong.”

Back then, when they were dating, Old Master Xie had investigated her family and discovered her parents were migrant workers. Worse, she was a student at a film academy, likely to become an actress.

Old Master Xie had disapproved on all counts and forced them apart. Xie Chengyu had resisted, but not long after, Xu Ruoxin herself had suggested a breakup.

She hadn’t truly wanted to end things—only to test him.

But he had agreed without hesitation, without fighting to keep her as she had hoped. In anger, she went abroad.

When she returned a year later, her temper cooled, ready to reconcile—she was met with the news that Xie Chengyu was married.

“I don’t resent you. Don’t overthink,” Xie Chengyu said after a pause.

Then he rose. “I have a meeting at the company. Rest well. Call me if you need anything.”

Leaving the hospital, Xie Chengyu once again thought of Nan Xiao’s eyes.

There was something magnetic about them. When speaking with her, he found himself drawn in, always trying to read her emotions through them.

Today, she hadn’t looked happy. What was wrong with her?

It was just a passing thought. After all, Nan Xiao was, to him, an unimportant person. He quickly dismissed it.

But on the drive back to the company, a strange sense of unease crept in, as though something was missing.

At the office, passing the secretary’s desk, he noticed the empty tea table—and suddenly realized what it was.

It was Wednesday. For the past three years, Nan Xiao had always sent over a bowl of Eucommia pigeon soup on Wednesdays. But today, it hadn’t come.

He looked away, returned to his office to work, and an hour later left Xie Corporation to head to the old residence for dinner.

At the gates, he spotted a lone figure from afar, standing as if hesitating about whether to enter.

Parking his car, he walked over and asked, “Why are you standing here?”

Nan Xiao lifted her head, eyes filled with conflict.
“I don’t know if I should go in…”