Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2587 - 2523: I Don’t Want to Be Treated Anymore

Chiang Xiao realized Meng Xinian wasn’t feeling great right now either.

Be it from his fury at Meng Chaojun, or from the fainting spell.

Meng Xinian held his head too, gazing down at her.

Noticing his eyes so profound and shadowy, Chiang Xiao felt a touch of heartache, and suggested, “Head upstairs and rest a bit. Dad’s okay, I’ll stay with him.”

She figured he probably needed some alone time to calm down just then.

Meng Xinian gently patted her head, replying in a rough voice, “Alright.”

“I’ll shout for you when dinner’s ready.”

“Got it.”

Meng Xinian released her hand and headed up the stairs.

Old Meng observed his son’s broad, sturdy figure, parting his lips yet holding back from calling out.

Sigh, what a mess this all was.

Had he foreseen this, he would’ve kept a closer eye on Meng Chaojun and Nian Chengcheng’s issues, but back then he wasn’t as aged, still buried in work, believing he ought not meddle excessively in his son’s and daughter-in-law’s matters, so he’d stayed hands-off.

Regret came far too late now.

Meng Chaojun’s blackout didn’t last long.

With Chiang Xiao’s Spirit Spring Water in play, prolonged unconsciousness was out of the question.

Yet upon regaining consciousness, he stayed mute, his spirits sunk deeply.

Chiang Xiao slipped into the kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup, naturally mixing in a dash of Spirit Spring Water, and upon returning, found him slumped on the sofa, stare empty.

She approached him.

Meng Chaojun lifted his gaze to her and inquired, “Little one, did you go through Xinian’s mother’s diary?”

He appeared stuck on this point, unable to move beyond it.

“Yeah, I did read it.”

Chiang Xiao owned up without hesitation.

Meng Chaojun’s fingers shook, “From what you saw, was it truly my misunderstanding all those years ago?”

A straightforward yes might plunge Meng Chaojun into agony.

However, Chiang Xiao held scant pity for Meng Chaojun; calling him Dad stemmed mostly from Meng Xinian’s sake.

Beyond that, he wasn’t someone she favored.

Still, it was clear he’d genuinely cared for Nian Chengcheng in the past.

Saying no would dishonor the woman who passed so young, wouldn’t it?

Meng Chaojun noted her pause and grasped the truth.

Pain knifed his heart as he slumped back, squeezing his eyes shut.

Thus, he had indeed misjudged Nian Chengcheng back then, wounding the woman he cherished above all.

Her sickness and passing—all traced back to him.

How could he dare claim love for her anymore?

Meng Chaojun sank into recollections and boundless self-blame.

The deeper he delved, the more dubious clues from the past surfaced, glaringly obvious now, yet why had they escaped him then?

Was he truly that dim-witted once, blindly stumbling into every scheme?

His chest throbbed as though it belonged to another.

Chiang Xiao sensed he remained ignorant of Duan Qingqing and Nian Che’s history; learning it might shatter him completely.

Aware of their long-entangled past, he’d finally see the devastation marrying Duan Qingqing inflicted on Meng Xinian, and accept that scheming woman might’ve plotted against his son covertly, widening the rift between father and child.

Yet spilling it now was pointless.

Chiang Xiao offered him a vial of potion.

“Take it.”

This moment called for more potion and Spring Water for Meng Chaojun.

Meng Chaojun murmured lowly, “No need, I don’t deserve it. Perhaps this sickness is my due punishment—let it be.”

He was giving up entirely, refusing any cure.