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Distant and Silent Love
墨書 Inktalez
Before going to bed, I poured a glass of milk for Lu Siqing, but he threw a tantrum and smashed it.
As I was about to clean up, familiar comments appeared before my eyes:
"Today is the anniversary of the white moonlight's death. The little one must miss his mommy too much, which is why he refuses to accept his aunt's kindness."
"Seeing that Daddy is increasingly recognizing the female lead, he must be furious."
"The male lead is eavesdropping outside; he must be feeling sad too. He doesn't want to betray his wife but can't help feeling attracted to his wife's sister. He can only suppress his emotions and feel sorry for the domineering CEO for a thousand years."
Since Lu Siqing was six months old, I had taken over my sister's role, carefully taking care of him and Lu Yancheng. But no matter how hard I tried, I remained an outsider in this family. Five years had passed, and I felt utterly weary.
No matter how comforting the comments were, I no longer wanted this kind of distant and silent love.
Looking at the shards of glass scattered on the floor, I turned to leave the children's room. Lu Siqing was still shouting loudly:
"Go away! Grandma said you are a Cuckoo Occupying the Magpie's Nest. If it weren't for you, Mommy wouldn't have left me so early."
I chuckled softly:
"As you wish, I'll leave tonight."
The comments erupted in disbelief:
"The female lead is going to leave! The little one has inherited his father's personality—cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Don't argue with a child!"
"She's just putting on a tough front; she loves the male lead too much to actually leave. In the end, she'll still obediently stay and clean up the mess!"
The words on the screen made my heart ache. Because of what they said, I couldn't argue back.
Five years ago, my twin sister fell seriously ill, gazing longingly at her son who had just turned six months old. She held my hand tightly, tears streaming down her face:
"Sister, you were almost violated; it was me who saved you."
"When you asked how you could repay me back then, I didn't speak. Now, sister is begging you—please take care of Siqing for me, okay?"
I instinctively wanted to refuse.
At that moment, the comments began to flood in. They said I was the heroine of this world, and my brother-in-law, Lu Yancheng, was my destined male lead. The male lead had a deceased first love, Jiang Qinghuan. After her death, Lu Yancheng and I grew closer, eventually becoming a pair of celestial lovers. I didn't want to bear the stigma of coveting my brother-in-law.
I fled in a panic. But then, Lu Yancheng's world collapsed. My parents' world collapsed too. One by one, they fell ill, shoving a swaddled infant into my arms.
Seeing the mess I left behind, Lu Yancheng suddenly grabbed my wrist. His handsome face was framed by gold-rimmed glasses, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing a strong and muscular forearm.
"Why aren't you cleaning up? What if Siqing steps on the glass?" His voice carried a tone of severity, mixed with dissatisfaction and anger. It was the tone I hated most.
Yet the comments all sided with Lu Yancheng:
[The male lead is right; no matter how angry the heroine is, she shouldn't leave the child near broken glass. What if he gets hurt?]
[The male lead's feelings are conflicted; on one hand, he promised to take care of his original partner's son, while on the other hand, he feels sorry for the heroine who has compromised for so long. I'm falling apart.]
Watching the comments defend the father and son duo, my initial softness turned into a calm indifference. Even disgust.
I pushed Lu Yancheng away forcefully:
"Please hire a nanny. I won't do anything for you two anymore."
He frowned at me, visibly displeased. "What are you making a fuss about? Did my mother-in-law say something unpleasant again?"
"Yes! She always thinks that my sister's death was my fault and told your son that I'm a Cuckoo Occupying the Magpie's Nest."
"Is that all?"
Of course, it wasn't just that. But I didn't want to explain too much.
"My sister saved me, and I've spent five years repaying her."
"Lu Siqing is about to start elementary school; she doesn't need someone hovering over her all the time."
In the past, I made breakfast for the two of them, took Lu Siqing to early education classes, squeezed in time to buy groceries and cook, and managed the household chores. On weekends, I had to take Lu Siqing to swimming lessons, piano lessons, and badminton classes multiple times a day. I never missed a single one.
And then there were the calls from my mother asking if I was "abusing" her precious grandson. It was exhausting.
Seeing the weariness and frustration on my face, Lu Yancheng's expression softened slightly. "I'll hire an hourly worker."
The comments exploded in response:
"Oh my! The male lead is a neat freak who hates contact with strangers; he's really sacrificing a lot for the female lead."
"Exactly! Although he finds his mother-in-law annoying, there's nothing he can do! She lost her beloved daughter and sees her disliked younger daughter healthy while getting a rich and handsome son-in-law; she must feel unbalanced."
"Hang in there, female lead! The dawn is just ahead; once you get through this hardship, sweetness awaits."
Reading these comments filled me with confusion.
Can a wounded heart be healed? Even if it is healed, can one truly ignore the ugly scars left behind?
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