PWE – Chapter 116 Is she Zhao Zhao’s biological mother?

Zhan Zeyan: “……”

He pressed his lips together and carefully thought about how he felt toward that woman.

After a moment of silence, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Wange, I don’t want to lie to you. When I first saw her, I really was stunned. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen—beautiful beyond comparison, beautiful to the point that… it was as if she had descended from the heavens. When I saw her back then, my heart stirred involuntarily.”

Even though he suspected that there was something off about her identity, he was still drawn to her. He had always thought he wasn’t someone who was easily influenced by looks, but when he saw Zhaozhao’s biological mother, he couldn’t help but be amazed.

She was truly breathtakingly beautiful—such a face could strike straight at a person’s heart.

When she later brought the child to him, she came directly to the army camp to find him. The people there also said she was stunning beyond belief, that she was… so beautiful she didn’t seem like someone from the mortal world.

Xiao Wange’s expression immediately turned ugly as she listened.

She suddenly lay down, turned around to hug Zhaozhao, and presented her back to him. “All right, that’s enough. You should go back and get some sleep early. You’re still on a mission—if you don’t rest well, how are you supposed to work?”

The moment Zhan Zeyan saw her reaction, he knew she was angry.

He frowned slightly and reached out to gently grasp her shoulder, wanting to turn her back around. “Wange, even if I did have a little bit of feeling for her back then, that’s all in the past. You’re my wife now. What I want now is to live a good life with you, so I—”

“Listen to you talk, it’s like I’m angry or something. Am I angry? Where do you see me being angry?” she said in a muffled voice, lifting her hand to swat his away. “I just want you to go back and rest. I don’t want you to be so tired, that’s all.”

She had always thought she was a generous woman, but only now did she realize that she was actually quite petty.

She knew she shouldn’t be dwelling on this, but her heart just wouldn’t settle.

Hearing him say that Zhaozhao’s biological mother had stunned him, hearing him say that his heart had stirred involuntarily—her heart felt as if a thorn were lodged in it, painfully stuck.

Zhan Zeyan sighed inwardly. Were women all like this?

Clearly furious, yet absolutely refusing to admit it.

His voice softened even more as he said slowly, word by word, “Wange, actually I only met her twice in total. Toward a woman I’ve only seen twice, even if I had some feelings, I wouldn’t—”

“You said she was very beautiful—beautiful like she came down from the heavens. Someone like that, I really want to see,” she interrupted him, her brows tightly knit.

She tilted her head and shot him a sidelong glance. “I’m guessing you definitely don’t have a photo of her. So can you describe her to me? Or can you draw? Just draw her for me.”

She truly was curious—curious about just how beautiful Zhaozhao’s biological mother really was.

Before transmigrating, her own looks had actually been very beautiful.

People often used the word “fairy” to praise her.

They said she looked like a celestial maiden descended from the nine heavens, that her beauty was enough to make hearts flutter.

She had always thought that her former self had been exceptionally beautiful.

But she never expected that there could be such a person in this world—another woman who could be just as beautiful as she was.

“I can’t draw,” Zhan Zeyan said quickly, looking at her. “But there’s an art soldier in our unit who’s very good at drawing. She saw Zhaozhao’s biological mother back then and drew her very vividly—lifelike, just like a photograph. When you have the chance to visit our unit, I’ll have her show it to you.”

If he had to describe her in detail, he really didn’t know how.

He could only use two words: perfect.

Judging purely by appearance and looks, Zhaozhao’s biological mother was truly perfect.

So perfect that there wasn’t the slightest flaw—like a daughter personally crafted by the heavens themselves.

Xiao Wange pressed her lips together.

She looked at him for a moment, then suddenly pulled the blanket up. “Forget it. I won’t look.”

She suddenly thought—what if she saw it and found that the woman was even more beautiful than her former self? If that woman truly was stunning beyond belief, the most beautiful woman under heaven… then she would die of anger.

So no looking. Absolutely not looking!

Zhan Zeyan: “……”

Women really were fickle.

Just a moment ago she’d been so curious, and in the blink of an eye, that curiosity had vanished.

This speed of change was faster than Sichuan opera face-changing.

“All right, go back and rest. I’m going to sleep too.”

Xiao Wange closed her eyes, clearly not planning to talk to him anymore.

He tucked the blankets around her and the child. “Go to sleep. I’ll watch until you fall asleep, then I’ll go back.”

Xiao Wange: “……”

How was she supposed to fall asleep with him sitting there watching her?

Being stared at while trying to sleep would give her goosebumps, okay?

She opened her eyes and glared at him. “Go back! If you keep looking at me like this, I can’t sleep!”

As she spoke, she reached out and lightly pushed him.

He sighed softly, caught her hand, and tucked it back under the blanket.

He slowly stood up, looked down at her, and said, “All right, I’ll head back first. If you have an emergency, you can come find me in the room at the end of the corridor—Room 207.”

Xiao Wange gave a faint “mm” and urged him, “Hurry up and go.”

Zhan Zeyan: “……”

He’d thought that since they hadn’t seen each other for quite some time, once they met they’d be all affectionate for a while.

He never expected her to be so eager to chase him away.

But it was also his own fault—for bringing up Zhaozhao’s biological mother and honestly admitting that he’d had some feelings for her, making her angry.

Her being angry with him like this was normal.

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have told the truth. But if he hadn’t told the truth, it would’ve felt like he was lying to her.

He had always believed that spouses should be honest with each other and hide nothing.

But now it seemed that honesty depended on the situation. Some things that could damage a marriage really shouldn’t be spoken so frankly.

…

After Zhan Zeyan left, Xiao Wange turned over.

She gazed at the night outside the window, her expression darkening.

Zhaozhao’s biological mother was definitely not an ordinary person. Although Zhan Zeyan hadn’t explained her situation in detail, judging from Zhaozhao’s condition, his biological mother had to be someone who could use spells—and not someone from the mundane mortal world.

But someone detached from the mortal realm and yet so breathtakingly beautiful—she should have known of her. And yet… she had never heard of such a person.

Could it be that over these past thousands of years she’d been too lazy, overlooking too many people and too many things?

After thinking about it in a muddle for a while, she sighed softly and closed her eyes.

Forget it. Too lazy to think.

No matter what, Zhaozhao’s biological mother belonged to the past.

Even if she didn’t, thinking about it now was useless.

After all, overthinking solves nothing—it only adds unnecessary trouble.

…

Xiao Wange soon fell asleep.

She rarely dreamed, but tonight she actually had a dream.

What was strange was that she dreamed of the scene where Zhan Zeyan met Zhaozhao’s biological mother.

Yet it was as if Zhaozhao’s biological mother was wearing a veil—she could never clearly see her face.

She saw Zhaozhao’s biological mother tap Zhan Zeyan once, rendering him unable to move.

Then she set up a barrier, completely isolating everything outside.

She saw Zhaozhao’s biological mother take off Zhan Zeyan’s clothes, saw her take the initiative to kiss him.

After it was over, Zhaozhao’s biological mother removed the barrier, said “thank you” to Zhan Zeyan, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Xiao Wange desperately wanted to chase after her, to see clearly what Zhaozhao’s biological mother actually looked like.

But at that moment, she woke up.

It was as if someone had grabbed her and dragged her out of the dream.

She sat up and looked at the sky outside the window.

The sky was still pitch-dark—there was still some time before dawn.

She frowned, a contemplative look appearing on her face.

Why had she dreamed of the scene where Zhan Zeyan met Zhaozhao’s biological mother? Why had she even dreamed of them doing that kind of thing?

If their meeting really was as she’d dreamed it, then she felt that something was very strange.

Because the barrier Zhaozhao’s biological mother had set up was a spell she herself had created.

She had taught it to very few people—and she trusted those few would never teach it to others casually.

Also, the figure of Zhaozhao’s biological mother felt extremely familiar to her.

She felt that it was very similar to her own figure in her previous life.

Suddenly, her mind jumped to the seal inside Zhaozhao’s body—that seal was also something only she could perform.

Putting all these things together, a terrifying possibility occurred to her.

Could it be… that she was Zhaozhao’s biological mother?

That in her previous life, she was Zhaozhao’s biological mother—that when she went to the southern Yunnan border, she encountered Zhan Zeyan and had that kind of relationship with him?

And later, for some unknown reason, after giving birth to the child she lost her memory and forgot everything?

But Zhan Zeyan had said that she seemed to have been plotted against back then.

In this world, who could possibly scheme against her? And even make her fall victim to that kind of drug?

She felt that the idea of being plotted against didn’t seem very likely.

But setting that aside, many clues did seem to point toward her being Zhaozhao’s biological mother.

Her mind once again became a tangled mess.

Her brows knitted tighter and tighter, irritation surfacing on her face.

She desperately wanted to understand everything at once.

Was she really Zhaozhao’s biological mother? Had she truly lost her memory and forgotten them?

But for now… it was impossible to figure everything out instantly.

So she could only investigate step by step.

Little by little, uncovering the truth of this matter.

After frowning in frustration for a few minutes, she suddenly turned over, hugged Zhaozhao, and kissed his cheek.

If he truly was her biological son, then her life would be complete.

After all, with such a lovely child, she felt that everything in the world became beautiful.

Of course, even if he wasn’t her biological son, she still loved Zhaozhao.

It was just that if he wasn’t her own flesh and blood, there would always be a trace of regret in her heart—always feeling that… there was something lacking in the mother–son bond between her and Zhaozhao.