Tang Si sat there numbly, looking at Shi Ran, who had rushed to the bathroom, and then at the dishes on the table, his brows furrowed again.
By the time he reached the bathroom, Shi Ran had already thrown up.
"It's my fault. I only told the cook to prepare something highly nutritious and forgot to mention that your morning sickness was severe during pregnancy."
He held a cup of warm water, patting Shi Ran's back.
Every woman's pregnancy reaction is different. Some can eat a lot and don't experience morning sickness from pregnancy to childbirth, while others recover from morning sickness within two months. Some women, however, suffer from morning sickness throughout their entire pregnancy until the baby is born, which is incredibly painful.
Shi Ran flushed the toilet, took the warm water to rinse her mouth, and wiped her face with a tissue.
As she straightened up, Tang Si finally saw that Shi Ran's face was somewhat pale.
At that moment, Tang Si felt an overwhelming sense of heartache. He took her hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her. "I'm sorry. I haven't been by your side since you became pregnant, and I haven't been able to take good care of you. Ran Bao'er, I, Tang Si, have failed you."
He had never imagined that in this life, he would feel such guilt and self-reproach towards a woman.
She was already slender, and carrying three children—it was unimaginable how difficult it must be.
Shi Ran leaned into Tang Si's embrace, listening to his words. It seemed to have touched a chord within her. Her nose stung, and tears nearly welled up.
In front of her parents, Shi Ran could endure her morning sickness, holding it in just to avoid revealing her pregnancy.
But in front of Tang Si, she didn't have to pretend or force herself to endure.
"Every mother goes through a lot during pregnancy," Shi Ran said, her cheek resting against his chest. She leaned quietly, as still as a little kitten.
As she spoke, she sighed and continued, "A child is born after ten months of gestation; they are one's own flesh and blood. I don't want them to be pointed at and gossiped about after they are born. Tang Si, you and I are truly not suited for each other. If you only want the children, I am willing to wait until after the three children are born. You can have one child, and you raise the other two, okay?"
Tang Si's hands clasped Shi Ran's shoulders, pushing her away from his embrace. He met her eyes. "What nonsense are you talking about? The children are ours. Can you bear to separate three children? In the future, when the children ask for their mother, and ask for their father, how will you answer?"
He didn't understand why Shi Ran's attitude had changed so much in just two days.
Yes, Tang Si truly didn't understand.
For Shi Ran, Tang Si's appearance at her moment of danger was like a celestial being, giving her a sense of security she had never known.
At that moment, terrified, she only wanted to find a safe haven where she could feel at peace and rely on someone.
So, that day, Shi Ran was deeply moved by Tang Si, and her heart softened.
However, after calming down, Shi Ran considered many, many things, and her attitude naturally changed.
It wasn't that she was fickle; it was that some matters had to be considered.
Marriage is not just about one person; it's about two families.
"Have you ever thought that by marrying you, I would have to face more people? Those people would ask you why your wife is so ugly, why there's a scar on her face. How would you face that?"
Shi Ran answered her own question. "You would face it calmly. But me? I wouldn't." She shook her head. "I admit, I am timid. I don't have the courage to face so many people. Tang Si, I am just an ordinary and unremarkable girl. I just want to live an ordinary life."
"If you don't stay with me, won't outsiders point fingers at you?" Tang Si became angry, his voice rising a few decibels.