Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 851: Chapter 851: Your Husband Spoils You

"Si Yu, I want to see Xiao Yang." Tang Yue raised her head, her eyes red, the bright eyes seemed to be soaked in tears, and the clear eyes seemed even brighter. Her long eyelashes were stained with moisture, and her red eyes looked like a pitiful little rabbit.

"On my way back, I already called him." Meng Siyu had already called Lian Qingyang, asking Lian Qingyang to come home for dinner.

Lian Qingyang always liked eating the meals prepared by Tang Zhengde and liked being close to Tang Yue. Naturally, Lian Qingyang agreed eagerly to such an opportunity.

If the test results showed they were mother and son, he thought: no matter if it were Zhang Hualian or Tang Yue, they would definitely want to see Lian Qingyang the most.

"Si Yu, you are so great." Warmth surged through Tang Yue’s heart; Meng Siyu always managed to prepare everything in advance.

Meng Siyu whispered in her ear, "How will you repay me?"

His lips almost touched her earlobe, and the warmth of his breath brushed past it as he spoke. That warmth, like an electric current, spread throughout her body. Tang Yue trembled, looked up, and fell into those deep, mesmerizing eyes, as if they contained a flame, ready to engulf her completely.

"Shall we try it with our hands tonight?" Meng Siyu blinked and whispered in her ear in a voice so low only Tang Yue could hear.

Instantly, Tang Yue’s fair complexion turned a rosy red, as if she was adorned with clouds of red.

"Meng Siyu, don’t you have any shame?"

Tang Yue quietly pinched him at the soft spot on his waist.

Without a change in his expression, Meng Siyu said, "In front of my wife, what’s the use of shame?"

Tang Yue: "..."

While the young couple whispered to each other, on the other side, Zhang Hualian’s emotions gradually stabilized. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying as she sobbed, saying, "It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, our mother and son wouldn’t have missed so many years, nor met without recognizing each other."

Thinking of knowing Lian Qingyang for years yet never realizing he was her biological son made Zhang Hualian feel uneasy.

"Where’s Xiao Yang? I want to see him, I want to tell him the truth." Zhang Hualian came back to her senses and wanted to meet Lian Qingyang.

Even though Lian Qingyang had visited countless times in the past, this time was the most emotional for Zhang Hualian, because this time, she knew they were mother and son.

"Hualian, calm down. Si Yu already called him, and he’ll be coming to dinner tonight." Tang Zhengde reassured her, having to admire Meng Siyu’s foresight.

Not only did he call Lian Qingyang to invite him for dinner, but it was also to calm Zhang Hualian’s mind and to cook a feast for Lian Qingyang.

During the day, Lian Qingyang had things to do, not only at school but also at the company and the factory.

Moreover, explaining the matter of heritage was not something that could be completed in a few words.

"Let’s calm down, then cook dishes Xiao Yang likes in the evening to make him happy, okay?" Tang Zhengde’s words struck a chord with Zhang Hualian’s heart. Originally, Zhang Hualian couldn’t wait to meet Lian Qingyang immediately, but thinking about it, she realized her current condition wasn’t great. Moreover, since he liked the dishes cooked by Zhengde and herself, she planned to personally prepare some of her specialty dishes to welcome Lian Qingyang in the evening. Lian Qingyang would definitely be delighted.

"I remember Xiao Yang likes beef brisket, beef, beef tendon, chopped chili fish, and steamed bass."

Zhang Hualian immediately mentioned several dishes that Lian Qingyang liked.

"Let’s go buy some groceries."

Excitedly, Zhang Hualian took Tang Zhengde out to shop. At the door, she remembered Tang Yue and turned back to say, "Xiao Yue, I’ll go buy groceries. You and Si Yu rest at home."

With those words, Zhang Hualian and Tang Zhengde’s figures gradually disappeared from the doorway.

Tang Yue: "Am I now out of favor?"

"Your husband spoils you."

Openly, Meng Siyu kissed Tang Yue’s cheek. Her cheeks were soft and her skin was flawless without any skincare products, carrying her scent. Meng Siyu couldn’t help but kiss her again, saying, "Wife, if you don’t help me, I’m going to explode."

"Meng Siyu!"

Tang Yue placed her hand over his mouth, quickly glancing outside. Only when she saw that Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian had left and closed the door did she relax. Before she could speak, she felt her palm getting wet. Meng Siyu’s deep eyes were gazing at her intensely, seemingly trying to strip her bare with his gaze.

"Liar, didn’t you survive over twenty years without getting married? Why didn’t you ’explode’ then?" Tang Yue’s almond eyes widened, and she puffed her cheeks, withdrawing her hand, looking disdainfully at the palm he had licked, wiping it on him.

Was this guy a dog?

Not only did he kiss, but he also licked!

"I spent enough time as a monk before marriage; after marriage, should I still be one?" Meng Siyu purposely teased her, liking to see her embarrassed and angry look.

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Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian bought two large bags of groceries, most of which were Lian Qingyang’s favorites, as well as some of Tang Yue’s favorites.

In the kitchen, Zhang Hualian smiled like a flower and hummed a tune while washing vegetables.

Tang Zhengde chopped the beef bones and started the meticulous work of cleaning them. Seeing Zhang Hualian happy made Tang Zhengde happy too.

In the courtyard, Tang Yue was being supported by Meng Siyu, walking laps. When Meng Siyu visited the hospital, he truly asked the doctor, and the doctor said: as long as the exercise is appropriate and not tiring, walking more is beneficial for future births.

The doctor’s words made Meng Siyu all the more enthusiastic about supporting Tang Yue on her walks.

"Sister Xiao Yue." When Lian Qingyang arrived home, he saw Meng Siyu supporting Tang Yue on a walk.

"Xiao Yang."

Tang Yue turned around joyfully. Though he looked the same, knowing they were now maternal twins, she couldn’t help but feel an intense emotion, her eyes moistened, an urge to weep washing over her.

Now she finally understood why she felt so close to Lian Qingyang—this was the undeniable bond of blood.

"Sister Xiao Yue, brother-in-law called me to have dinner. I thought it was going to rain cats and dogs today; it’s not a special day, is it?" Lian Qingyang joked. Usually, when he was close to Tang Yue, Meng Siyu would be displeased. Who would have thought he’d personally call him to dinner?

"What, shouldn’t I have invited you for dinner?" Meng Siyu raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, that’s absolutely not what I meant." Lian Qingyang shook his head quickly, wishing he could come every day.

From the kitchen, Zhang Hualian listened to the commotion and ran out with large strides. Seeing Lian Qingyang standing in the courtyard, the sunset seemed to gild him in golden light. Before, she hadn’t felt it—now, the more she looked, the more familiar it became.

"Xiao Yang, it’s mom’s fault. It’s mom who lost you." Zhang Hualian had intended to wait until after dinner to speak, but seeing Lian Qingyang, she couldn’t hold back.