TSWRLM -Chapter 116 Lost the Child

Xiao Qinghe was too agitated. Her hands lost strength, and the hairpin at her neck pierced her skin, causing blood to gush out.

Wei Lingze’s pupils flickered, and he quickly stepped back. “He’er, don’t be impulsive. I won’t touch you.”

Privately, no matter how much they quarreled, it didn’t matter as long as no one else noticed. But if Xiao Qinghe was injured, his mother would be the first to punish him.

Not to mention the Xiao family had many capable men.

Realizing the situation was serious, Wei Lingze finally calmed himself, softening his tone: “I was foolish just now. I apologize. Put the hairpin down so I can see how badly you’re hurt.”

He reached out, but Xiao Qinghe wasn’t moved; she gripped the hairpin even tighter. “Don’t touch me. I don’t need your concern.”

Her entire body radiated resistance. Wei Lingze didn’t want to provoke her further, so he let it go, though his mind immediately turned to Shen Qingyuan and Chun Xi.

Before Chun Xi returned, Xiao Qinghe simply ignored him. Why was she like this today, as soon as the two met?

Had Chun Xi said something to her, or had Shen Qingyuan noticed something and deliberately sent Chun Xi to stir up their marital relationship?

Whatever the cause, Wei Lingze could no longer allow Chun Xi to act recklessly.

Back at the Wei residence, Xiao Qinghe jumped from the carriage and rushed into the Lingfeng Courtyard without waiting.

Wei Lingze wanted to follow, but the gatekeeper stopped him: “Young Master, Madam insists you come to the main house immediately.”

Ever since Xiao Qinghe joined the household, Madam Wei had gradually given her more autonomy, rarely intervening in the young couple’s affairs. If she now required Wei Lingze to go to the main house, it must be important.

Wei Lingze turned and went straight to the main house.

“Mother, what happened…”

No sooner had he entered than a cup flew at him.

He dodged, avoiding a direct hit, though tea splashed onto his clothes.

Madam Yun sat in the main seat, enraged, while the maids and attendants cowered in silence.

“Everyone, step back,” Wei Lingze ordered. Once the room quieted, he approached Madam Yun: “Who made you angry? Why are you so furious?”

Madam Yun glared at him, her face as cold as water: “You tell me—what have you done this time?”

She had managed the household for years and had seen many storms. She wouldn’t lose her temper like this unless she knew something serious.

Wei Lingze’s heart skipped a beat as he recalled recent events.

He had always been discreet with Shen Qingyuan and Chun Xi; even his personal attendant, Xingzhou, didn’t know. Madam Yun could not possibly know—unless she discovered that he and Xiao Qinghe had been sleeping separately recently.

Thinking this, Wei Lingze spoke: “He’er and I had a small quarrel recently, but I’ll resolve it quickly. Mother, there’s no need to worry.”

“Why did you quarrel?”

Madam Yun pressed further.

She had long treated Xiao Qinghe as a daughter. Xiao Qinghe was gentle and capable; after marriage, she managed the household competently. She wasn’t someone to throw tantrums lightly.

Wei Lingze quickly invented an excuse: “It’s nothing serious. We’re newlyweds. I was too insistent, and she was a little upset.”

A young man experiencing the first taste of marital intimacy—who wasn’t ravenous? Madam Yun was eager for grandchildren and wouldn’t blame him.

Wei Lingze thought the matter was settled. But then he heard Madam Yun’s cold, firm voice: “So you forced He’er?”

Her tone left no room for doubt. Wei Lingze’s expression changed immediately: “Who’s been gossiping in front of you?”

After Xiao Qinghe joined the household, most of the Lingfeng Courtyard staff were her personal maids and attendants. Wei Lingze’s first thought was that they had deliberately reported him. Only those loyal to Xiao Qinghe could stay; the rest had to be dealt with.

Wei Lingze began calculating how to handle these loose-lipped servants, but Madam Yun, seeing his reaction, grew even angrier and slapped him.

“You bastard! No one reported this to me! If I hadn’t been feeling unwell today and summoned a doctor from Huichuntang, I wouldn’t have known that He’er had lost her child. How long do you plan to bully her?”

The slap was heavy. Wei Lingze’s ears rang, and it took a moment before he found his voice: “Mother, what did you just say?”

“I said He’er had a miscarriage. The doctor said the fetus was still early, fragile, and it was your forced intercourse that caused it!”

Madam Yun’s voice trembled with anger.

Previously, when Wei Lingze was bedridden, she had worried he might not recover or leave heirs. That’s why she urged for children after their marriage.

But she hadn’t expected that the child had just been conceived—and Wei Lingze had caused its loss.

Both were still young and could try again, but Wei Lingze’s reckless actions had already left He’er emotionally scarred. How could their marriage ever be the same?

“You and He’er have been childhood sweethearts. For three years, she endured pressure waiting for you. Now that you’re finally married, you should cherish her. Why treat her this way?”

Madam Yun’s eyes reddened. She grieved for the lost child and for Xiao Qinghe.

He’er was the Xiao family’s cherished jewel. If they learned she suffered this in the Wei household, could the marriage continue?

Wei Lingze realized the gravity and said solemnly: “Mother, it was my fault. I will apologize to He’er. By any means, I’ll seek her forgiveness. Don’t worry.”

“How can I not worry? He’er isn’t an ordinary girl. You forced her, and the miscarriage damaged not only her body but also her heart. How do you expect her to forgive you?”

Madam Yun, a mother herself, would never forgive such treatment of her daughter, even extending anger to the bridegroom’s family.

Wei Lingze knelt before her. “Mother, the Xiao family doesn’t know yet. He’er still has feelings for me. Please help me—I truly realize my mistake and will treat her well from now on. I cannot lose her.”

Tears welled in his eyes; regret filled him.

Madam Yun sighed. “He’er’s heart is surely broken. She won’t forgive easily. But whether she hits or scolds you, you must endure it and double your care and attention to her, understand?”

“I understand, Mother.”

Leaving the main house, Wei Lingze went straight to the Lingfeng Courtyard. Unlike before, the courtyard gates were locked—Xiao Qinghe’s clear refusal.

With a leap, Wei Lingze scaled the wall into the courtyard.

“Young Master, the young madam is tired and has gone to sleep. Any matters can wait until tomorrow.”

Xiao Qinghe had returned with injuries, and the maids and attendants of Lingfeng Courtyard regarded Wei Lingze warily. He ignored them and strode straight into her room.