The first ray of sunlight from the sun fell on the peak of Victoria Peak.
Wen Baozhu stood in Huayi Garden, quietly sitting in front of that small tombstone.
Since the child hadn't been named and its gender was unknown, it was just a small tombstone without any inscriptions, standing in the Fu family's cemetery.
It was Li Wenshu's request to bury the child here.
In her words, since this child was the flesh and blood of the Fu family, it must also be buried among the Fu family.
Return to the clan.
On the early - morning Victoria Peak, there was still a bit of chill at the summit, but Wen Baozhu was completely oblivious.
Midway, when her body became stiff from sitting, she got up to stretch her shoulders.
Gazing at the short, inscription - less tombstone, Wen Baozhu opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what was worth saying.
She felt guilty towards this child.
These days since she returned to Hong Kong, she hadn't slept well at night. Her mind was filled with the laughter and cries of children.
The burial date was calculated by a master, so it was only today that the child was finally laid to rest.
Li Wenshu stood behind Wen Baozhu and said to her, "I've told you before that this child couldn't be kept."
The summit of Victoria Peak was vast and empty, with only the sound of the wind blowing.
A month ago.
Li Wenshu laid out all the pros and cons in front of Wen Baozhu and asked her whether she wanted to continue being Fu Lian's loyal follower or join her camp.
Li Wenshu: "Even if he won't get rid of your child with his own hands, he will have someone else do it for him to eliminate the undesired threat."
"What do you mean by 'have someone else do it for him'?" Wen Baozhu asked at that time.
Li Wenshu shrugged. "There are many ways. Hiring a killer, secretly poisoning, or..." A hint of nonchalance flashed across her eyes. "A woman's jealousy."
"A woman's jealousy is very terrifying, but it's also very useful."
On that day, the summit of Victoria Peak was as cold as it was today, so cold that it made one's heart tremble.
Wen Baozhu didn't understand this sentence at first. Now that the child had died in the womb, she finally understood its meaning.
But Wen Baozhu still couldn't believe it: Would Fu Lian really allow Fang Yuan to attack her when he knew it was going to happen?
Li Wenshu stared at her and suddenly scoffed. "It's obvious that you still haven't learned your lesson."
"Isn't losing one child enough for you to see his true face?"
Wen Baozhu remained silent.
By now, Li Wenshu was impatient. "Wen Baozhu, are you going to wait until he plays with you until you're dead before you believe that this man has no heart!"
"I praised you too soon. You're simply a fool, a silly girl, eager to be his. I think you're so cheap!"
Li Wenshu angrily threw out this scolding. Before leaving, she didn't forget to remind her again, "You can have another child if you lose one. There's no time for you to waste. Next, I want to hear the news that you're pregnant with the second child as soon as possible."
"Also, convey this message to Fu Lian. Don't let him think that getting rid of the child means everything will be okay for him."
She didn't even have time to mourn her prematurely dead child before she had to hurry to prepare for the arrival of the next child.
It was so cruel.
For no reason, she remembered that nightmare again.
The nightmare of being locked in a golden cage with chains around her ankles, unable to move.
Her current situation was no better than in the dream.
Her sufferings, sorrows, depressions, and pains flashed by like a slide show. No one cared except herself.
It seemed that if she indulged in grief for one more minute, it would be considered unwarranted sentimentality.
After coming down from Victoria Peak, Wen Baozhu sat in the car that Fu Lian had assigned to her and closed her eyes tiredly.
The driver asked her, "Miss Wen, where shall we go now?"
Besides returning to the villa that Fu Lian had arranged for her, where else could she go?
After Wen Baozhu answered, she closed her eyes again.
It was a while's drive from the summit of Victoria Peak back to the villa. She took a short nap in the car. When she got home, she didn't expect Fu Lian to be there.
The New Year holiday was over, and all the work of the Fu Group had started. He should have been busy in the company at this time.
However, he was sitting in the living room, as if waiting for her to come back.
On the coffee table, there was also a handbag. Wen Baozhu walked over and took a glance inside. She found that there were several baby clothes.
Wen Baozhu was surprised for a moment.
Fu Lian: "I'm not busy today. Let's burn the baby's clothes together."
He pointed at the bag. "I went to the mall and bought a few more. They should... be enough for the baby to wear."
Wen Baozhu was silent.
She was both surprised and speechless.
She looked at the bag several times and finally swallowed the question "Did you buy these in person?" back into her throat.
After the showdown and argument that day, it was as if nothing had happened between the two of them, but they no longer talked to each other.
He still hugged her to sleep every night, and she still accompanied him for three meals a day as usual.
They still maintained the same way of getting along as before, but they no longer looked forward to the arrival of the child together.
But sometimes Wen Baozhu would stand in front of the wardrobe in a daze. At night, she would talk in her sleep from time to time, crying and saying "I'm sorry, baby", or muttering to herself that she heard a child crying in the room.
But she only mentioned it briefly. Afraid that he would be unhappy, she soon stopped talking about it.
Fu Lian noticed all these little things.
He had also reflected on himself. Whether his words that day had been too harsh for a newly - miscarried pregnant woman.
But words spoken were like water spilled. There was no way to take them back.
So he could only make up for it.
Wen Baozhu walked into the bedroom and took out the clothes and toys that she had prepared for the child before, and put them all into the bag.
Fu Lian went with her to the yard behind the villa.
He had prepared a brazier in advance. It seemed that this wasn't an impromptu idea but something he had planned for a long time.
The clothes that the two of them had prepared together were carefully put into the brazier.
As the fire lit up, the things in the brazier were gradually burned to ashes, until finally there was only a basin of ash left.
He took a shovel, dug a small pit in the backyard, buried the ash in it, and then filled it all up.
Wen Baozhu lowered her eyes and looked at her finger.
There was a small hole burned on it just now. She didn't tell Fu Lian but just silently clenched her finger.
She thought that it was as if her child had come back to see her.
The two of them returned to the villa again, smelling of smoke from the fire. Fu Lian said that he was going to take a shower first.
Wen Baozhu pursed her lips and sat on the sofa.
She didn't know how to tell Fu Lian about Li Wenshu's urging them to have a second child.
Soon Fu Lian came out of the bathroom. Noticing that she looked worried, he frowned slightly. "What's up?"
Wen Baozhu lowered her head. Finally, she changed the question. "Zhang Sumei... Has she looked for Fu Sheng again?"
She wasn't concerned about this mother's well - being. She just had a premonition in her heart that since this woman had even gambled away the old mansion, she would definitely come to pester Fu Lian again.
Her premonition was right.
Fu Lian turned his face at this moment and looked at her indifferently. "Do you want to meet her?"