[Crossing] On the Three Ways

Pingyao coaxed Wang Yi to sleep, but he stared blankly for a long time, and it was already dark when he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and when he cleaned himself up, his confidant maid brought over a bowl of soup as usual.

Pingyao didn't drink it as usual, but motioned her to put it on the table.

He pondered for a while, and put the bowl down to his lips several times, until Wang Yi stepped in excitedly.

The summer sun was too fierce, shining on Pingyao's face through the screen window, making him even smile in a daze.

Surprised for no reason, Wang Yi almost jumped up to him and hugged him into her arms.

His actions were too reckless, the case was shaken by him, and the medicine cup placed beside it fell to the ground and shattered with a bang.

A smell of herbs permeated the air.

Wang Yi ignored the pain from being hit, and quickly asked Pingyao: "Ayao, are you sick? Why do you need to take medicine? Is it because I made you feel uncomfortable?"

He only saw Pingyao take medicine once, and that was caused by his recklessness in his newlyweds, and he has never seen Pingyao take medicine since that time.

Seeing his pale face, Pingyao was afraid of scaring the baby out, so he quickly comforted him: "No, I'm not sick."

Wang Yi looked at him eagerly, still worried and frightened in his eyes.

His figure was reflected in Wang Yi's eyes, and he alone filled his pupils.

Pingyao's heart was so soft that he suddenly didn't feel sorry for the bowl of medicine on the ground.

"Does it hurt?" Ping Yao rubbed the place where he was hit by the case, and asked softly.

Wang Yi shook her head in a daze.

"Don't worry." Ping Yao stroked his face lightly, stared into his eyes, and said seriously: "I'm fine."

"Then why take the medicine?" Wang Yi asked ignorantly, and then quickly said, "I'll ask Lu He to cook another bowl for you."

"I'm fine." Wang Yi smiled and kissed him on the face: "I don't take medicine when I'm sick, I usually take medicine, but you haven't seen it before."

Wang Yi thought about those bitter medicines, wondering why he took them when he was not sick.

"why?"

"I take this medicine to prevent pregnancy."

"Contraception?" Wang Yi repeated like a starling: "What is this?"

"I just don't want to have kids."

Wang Yi was stunned.

"I don't want to have a baby either." Wang Yi said in a low voice, "Meiniang will die after giving birth."

"Speak silly."

Pingyao touches him affectionately, of course he knows that Wang Yi has no feelings for children, but he knows how impatient Mrs. Wang is.

He was already 35 years old, and seeing that he had no plans to have children, Wang Yi had more and more beautiful servant girls from aristocratic families.

He can either be generous and give Wang Yi to someone else to give birth to a son for the Wang family; or he can let go and give birth to a son himself;

Of course, this was the Wang family's idea, and it would be very difficult if he turned his back on him completely and refused to cooperate with them.

Pingyao can't be generous, let him let Wang Yi out, that's a dream.He didn't want to have any sons, and he didn't want to give way to the successors.

All his liking for the aristocratic class was given to Wang Yi, and all his tenderness and tenderness were given to Wang Yi. Only Wang Yi could make him stop, and only Wang Yi could make him change his mind.

In this world, there is only Wang Yi who can move him.

☆、Chapter 5