Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 810: Chapter 810: Can’t Keep It a Secret Anymore

Lian Tong sat there upright, looking as if she was doing something very sacred.

"Your little finger should lift the yarn," Zhang Hualian guided from the side.

Lian Tong was learning very seriously.

Tang Yue sat next to them, dumbfounded. Was her aunt really interested in this?

Compared to making clothes, knitting small sweaters was something Lian Tong genuinely liked.

"Yes, just like that." Zhang Hualian praised, watching Lian Tong knit stitch by stitch. She said, "That’s it, knit it round by round. What’s important is that your hands should keep an even tension, not too tight or too loose. This way, the small sweater will look nice."

"Okay." Lian Tong was indeed learning with great seriousness.

Soon, Tang Yue realized Lian Tong really didn’t have the talent for this. She was a sure hit in fights, with two or three men being no match for her.

But when it came to knitting small sweaters, her hands were not as nimble as her feet.

Uh, she couldn’t think like that. Everyone has things they aren’t good at, like her; she was terrible at mopping the floor, always making it dirtier with every mop.

Tang Yue quietly said, "Aunt, as long as you keep practicing knitting, you’ll definitely become good at it."

"I think so too," Lian Tong agreed, determined to learn how to knit sweaters by herself so that when the baby was born, they could wear a sweater handmade by her.

Thinking of this, Lian Tong felt very happy.

Tang Yue, seeing Lian Tong’s enthusiasm, didn’t have the heart to discourage her.

Night.

When Gu Chun came back, he saw Lian Tong knitting... something.

"Tongtong, what are you doing?" Gu Chun asked curiously. Those little white circles?

"Knitting a small sweater," Lian Tong looked up and said seriously, "I learned this knitting from Sister-in-law Tang. How does it look, isn’t it beautiful?"

Lian Tong presented the small sweater as if showing off a treasure, eagerly asking, "How is it, isn’t it lovely?"

"Beautiful." Gu Chun nodded, trying hard to see it as a sweater.

"By the way."

Lian Tong suddenly put the sweater aside and jumped onto Gu Chun.

Gu Chun held her tightly, saying, "Tongtong, be careful not to fall."

"Let’s have a baby," Lian Tong eagerly kissed him, trying to unbutton Gu Chun’s shirt.

Gu Chun was startled by Lian Tong’s actions.

"Tongtong, the doctor said we should wait until your body has recovered before trying for a child," Gu Chun quickly reminded her. He liked being with her, especially since she was his beloved. But with Lian Tong in such a hurry, he was worried. To him, her health was more important than having a child.

Lian Tong paused and asked, "When did the doctor say that?"

Gu Chun replied, "I secretly asked the doctor when you were feeling down, Tongtong..."

Gu Chun still wanted to be close to Lian Tong, but learning they couldn’t have a child right now turned Lian Tong, who had been passionate moments before, into someone who climbed off his lap and returned to knitting with focus.

Under the bright light, Lian Tong knitted the small sweater seriously. If it weren’t for the faint scent of her lip balm, Gu Chun would have thought her earlier passion was just an illusion.

"Tongtong," Gu Chun sat beside her, putting his arm around Lian Tong.

Lian Tong complained, "Sit farther away, don’t block my knitting."

A rejected Gu Chun: "..."

Lian Tong focused on her knitting, completely ignoring Gu Chun’s sorrowful expression. He looked at Lian Tong with a pout and said, "Tongtong, don’t you want me if we’re not having a baby?"

"I do," Lian Tong glanced at him while changing her needles and said, "But if we’re not having a baby, we shouldn’t do it. It’s not even a month since my miscarriage."

Lian Tong’s straightforward words made Gu Chun feel even more pained.

The doctor had said it was best to avoid intercourse for a month. Gu Chun suddenly missed the fiery Lian Tong from before.

"Aunt, has something happened at home?" Lian Qingyang suddenly came to see Lian Tong that day, looking puzzled and asking, "Aunt, when I called home, Grandpa didn’t sound happy, and even Dad was in Sea City. Wasn’t he supposed to come to Jing City to stay for a while?"

Lian Qingyang looked perplexed at Lian Tong. Previously, his dad was supposed to come to Jing City for a while, and he had planned everything, but now his dad was nowhere to be seen?

"There has been a little matter at home," Lian Tong wasn’t sure how to explain. They couldn’t keep hiding Lian Qingqing’s situation.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Xiao Yang, actually, you and Lian Qingqing are not twin siblings."

"Really?" Lian Qingyang’s eyes sparkled with joy, and he looked entirely happy.

Lian Tong couldn’t help but twitch her lips. Was this really about blood relations?

Is it that he couldn’t feel close to Lian Qingqing without a blood relationship?

Just like her, feeling a natural closeness to Xiao Yang and Xiao Yue from the bottom of her heart while disliking Lian Qingqing.

"Are you happy?" Lian Tong raised an eyebrow.

"Ahem." Lian Qingyang cleared his throat and asked, "Aunt, then whose daughter is she?"

"I don’t know," Lian Tong didn’t elaborate, as it wasn’t confirmed with absolute certainty, so it was better left unsaid.

"Oh, Sister Xiao Yue, I wish we were twins," Lian Qingyang suddenly looked at Tang Yue to the side.

"Pfft~"

Tang Yue couldn’t help but laugh. She observed Lian Qingyang’s features, realizing that he did resemble her as siblings, probably because they shared the same father. She shrugged regretfully and said, "Unfortunately, my mom only had me, and I’m half a year older than you."

"Oh well."

Lian Qingyang sighed deeply.

In the kitchen, Zhang Hualian listened to the conversation between Tang Yue and Lian Qingyang, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

"Aunt, Sister Xiao Yue, I think I’d better visit the Lian Family. Grandpa and the others must be feeling hurt," Lian Qingyang mused. He was happy, relieved that Lian Qingqing wasn’t his real sister, but his grandpa and dad must not be as pleased.

Lian Qingyang bought a plane ticket to Sea City that very day.

Sea City.

"Mr. Lian, I handled the entire process myself, and no one else was involved," Doctor Jiang handed the results over solemnly.

"Alright," Lian He took the file. Though it was just a light piece of paper, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Old Sir Lian hadn’t said anything, but his gaze remained fixed on Lian He.

Lian He took a deep breath and opened the file, pulling out the results. The paper bore many technical terms, but one thing was clear and understandable to him.

No confirmed blood relation.

Even though Lian He had guessed the outcome, seeing those words, and thinking about the affection he had showered on Lian Qingqing since she was young, his heart felt heavy.

Old Sir Lian could discern the outcome from Lian He’s expression.