Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1980

“What about you? Do you like me?” Mo Zixi questioned, each word deliberate. His tone was soft and soothing to hear.

In the hushed gap separating them.

Mo Zixi gazed at her without a word, noting Xu Weimiao's quiet demeanor.

He never imagined he'd one day observe another person with such close attention.

Her refined features and smooth, pale complexion drew his eyes.

After what felt like ages.

The darkness of night had intensified.

Mo Zixi sensed no reason to push for replies to certain questions. It mattered only that she grasped them inwardly.

Humans, as sentimental beings, often grew distressed over mere phrases.

His lips curved into a smile. He prepared to voice his thoughts.

Xu Weimiao nodded then, murmuring, “Yes.”

Yes?!

A response, or maybe acceptance.

Xu Weimiao flashed Mo Zixi a gentle smile.

Their talk concluded right there.

“It’s getting late. Go to bed.”

“Okay.” Xu Weimiao nodded.

Xu Weimiao slipped under the covers as Mo Zixi headed off to shower.

She stared up at the ceiling, the shower's rush echoing from the bathroom. Her mind wandered restlessly.

Xu Weixiao had just entered moments ago, yet Xu Weimiao could envision her clear rejection.

Mo Zixi would never lay a hand on Xu Weixiao again. Truthfully, Xu Weimiao had realized this long before, though Xu Weixiao refused to face it. She kept attempting to demonstrate her superior allure and appeal to men over Xu Weimiao!

But...

Do you like me?!

Xu Weimiao nibbled her lip.

Never did she expect those words from Mo Zixi's lips.

She recalled his blind date claim: he wouldn't like anyone, wouldn't fall for...

Yet now, he posed the question to her.

A strange unease stirred within, keeping sleep at bay.

For ages.

The mattress dipped beside her.

Xu Weimiao kept her eyes shut, feigning slumber.

Mo Zixi admired her serene face, then shifted nearer, drawing her into his embrace. His cool lips brushed her forehead.

Xu Weimiao stayed still.

Mo Zixi appeared to smirk.

Thus entwined, they drifted into sleep.

The following morning.

Xu Weimiao awoke, blinking at Mo Zixi's departing silhouette.

She rubbed her eyes. “Zixi, are you heading out?”

“Yes,” Mo Zixi answered. “Still early. Sleep more.”

“Return soon,” Xu Weimiao mumbled.

Last night’s late rest left her exhausted; nestled in Mo Zixi’s hold, sleep evaded her despite efforts. Her mind raced with unknowns, delaying slumber until too late. Now rising proved a struggle.

Previously, fatigue alone sufficed, but pregnancy amplified her weariness.

Dimly, she sensed Mo Zixi dressing, freshening up, and exiting the room. At the doorway, he paused. “Look after yourself.”

“Okay,” Xu Weimiao replied.

Deep drowsiness claimed her still.

The door clicked shut softly.

Xu Weimiao dozed off once more.

Upon waking again, sunlight flooded in, illuminating the room fully.

She stretched, pondering Mo Zixi’s morning exit. Another ten days or half-month without him?

Rolling out of bed, she headed to freshen up.

Morning sickness struck as always. After retching, her stomach settled, allowing her to leave the bedroom.

In the living room, Xu Weixiao slumped on the couch, ignoring the TV, her mood sour.

After last night’s events, no one could feel cheerful.

She yearned for Xu Weimiao to yield.

Xu Weixiao eyed Xu Weimiao emerging from the bedroom and snapped coldly, “You witnessed it last night, right?”

“I did.” Xu Weimiao responded icily to Xu Weixiao.

“You’re surely mocking me inside,” Xu Weixiao snarled.

That humiliation from last night etched indelibly in her memory.

A normal man had shoved her aside without mercy. Even as he did, he feigned panic over spotting Mo Zixi, but truly it stemmed from Xu Weimiao’s arrival.

Just like that fateful night.

Mo Zixi valued Xu Weimiao’s sentiments deeply.

Precisely so.

She pictured Xu Weimiao’s glee last night, and the thought of her smugness fueled rage over her own ordeal!

Sleep had barely touched her all night.

Endless thoughts tormented her to madness.

Her gaze flicked to Xu Weimiao’s belly, malice gleaming in her eyes.

Xu Weimiao, you can’t fault me for ruthlessness!

Abruptly, she rose from the sofa.

Right then, Xu Weimiao marched directly into the dining room. She had zero interest in chatting with Xu Weimiao any longer. Occasionally, she thought that speaking too much to her would only twist her mindset further. It proved smarter to let her mull it over alone—what on earth was she doing right now!

Xu Weimiao trailed behind Xu Weimiao into the dining room.

Xu Weimiao started on her breakfast.

Xu Weimiao took a seat beside her.

Xu Weimiao shot her a glance. “What’s the matter?”

“I’ve thought about it,” Xu Weimiao declared. “I can’t get Mo Zixi anymore.”

A slight easing appeared at the corner of Xu Weimiao’s tightly pressed lips in that instant, yet she dared not fully trust her sister’s claim. Calmly, she responded, “And then?”

“I’ve decided to back off. I won’t disturb your life with Mo Zixi, and I won’t peep at the mother of the nation’s position,” Xu Weimiao stated firmly, word by word.

Xu Weimiao eyed her. “What do you want?”

She understood Xu Weimiao all too well. Surrender wouldn’t come so simply from her.

“I don’t want anything,” Xu Weimiao replied bluntly. “I’ve simply come to my senses. Last night’s shock was overwhelming. I realize now I can’t surpass you in every way. Moving forward, I won’t deliberately oppose you.”

Xu Weimiao pressed her lips together.

She sensed Xu Weimiao’s words rang hollow.

Without saying more, she observed how things would play out.

“I just hope my recent willfulness doesn’t harm our sisterly bond.” Xu Weimiao gazed at Xu Weimiao with deep sincerity. “I reflected deeply last night. You’re correct—we shouldn’t let a man you don’t love ruin our sisterhood, nor should I wreck it over a man I fancy. It’s simply not worth it.”

“That’s the best mindset to have.” Xu Weimiao harbored little faith in Xu Weimiao truly. Still, agreeing and giving her an out might curb her sister’s boldness considerably.

“I’ll depart before brother-in-law returns,” Xu Weimiao announced. “I never intended to linger. I’d planned to leave at dawn, but I told our parents I’d stay to keep you company. You even called Mom. She believes our sisterly ties remain strong. I hate for them to fret over us. I’ve acted spoiled for years, yet I never forget those who’ve been kind. Endure my presence a bit longer. I vow, once I go this time, I won’t return.”

“Okay.” Xu Weimiao nodded. “I hope you truly grasp that many around you shield you fiercely.”

“I know.”

“Have you had breakfast?” Xu Weimiao inquired, her tone noticeably warmer.

“No.”

“Let’s eat together.”

“Okay.” Xu Weimiao beamed.

The sisters shared breakfast.

Xu Weimiao eyed Xu Weimiao’s demeanor and sneered inwardly.

Xu Weimiao fell for tricks so effortlessly. What sort of mother of the nation could she possibly be?

She held zero qualification for that exalted seat.

..

Mo Zixi had spent five days overseas.

Xu Weimiao made it a habit to send him a daily text—courteous check-ins.

Out of routine, Mo Zixi replied, assuring her all was well and urging her to look after herself.

Their exchanges stayed surface-level, barely bridging any real connection.

Over these past days, Xu Weimiao had calmed down remarkably.

They avoided rehashing past grievances entirely. The sisters enjoyed harmonious times like old days.

That night.

Xu Weimiao joined Xu Weimiao for a movie she adored deeply.

Xu Weimiao deemed solo cinema trips dull, so she purchased the official copy and screened it in the living room.

The film was a heartfelt romance.

Xu Weimiao hadn’t savored a movie in ages.

Back in university, she’d sometimes gather classmates for viewings. After her blind date led to marriage with Mo Zixi, such couple activities faded away.

As the movie played, her mind drifted into reverie.

She seemed forever denied the enchanting love only films portrayed.

The credits rolled past 10 PM.

Xu Weimiao felt drowsiness creeping in. Yawning, she told Xu Weimiao, “It’s late now. I’m off to bed. You rest soon too.”

“Okay.” Xu Weimiao nodded.

Exhaustion truly gripped Xu Weimiao. She rose from the sofa and headed to the bedroom for sleep.

She settled onto the bed.

Xu Weimiao shut her eyes, yet sleep refused to come for a long time. Her thoughts swirled with the movie's recent scenes—those tender, moving, and passionate moments. She usually had little interest in such things, but now a strange longing gripped her. At times, she even pondered the piercing ache of a tragic romance. How would that feel?

She rolled over.

A knock suddenly sounded at the door. “Sis, are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

“Then I’m coming in.” Xu Weixiao pushed open the door.

Xu Weimiao glanced at her sister, spotting the cup of warm milk clutched in her hand.

“I just brewed some milk. Thought you might like a cup, so I brought it over,” Xu Weixiao said. “It’s by your bedside. Drink it if you want. No need to force yourself if not.”

Xu Weimiao nodded.

“Then I’ll head out.” Xu Weixiao left. “Rest early, Sis.”

“Okay.”

Xu Weixiao turned and walked away.

Xu Weimiao eyed the glass of warm milk beside her bed.

Truthfully, she suspected nothing was wrong with the milk, but right then, she couldn’t bring herself to sip it.

She grabbed the glass, rose from bed, and stepped out of the bedroom.

Xu Weixiao still lingered in the living room outside.

She watched Xu Weimiao approach, holding the milk, and smiled. “What’s wrong, Sis?”

“Xiao Xiao,” Xu Weimiao replied, “Take your milk back.”

Xu Weixiao looked at her and smiled. “Why?”

“You know the reason full well,” Xu Weimiao stated flatly. “You’ve acted so well-behaved lately. Don’t think I’m blind to your schemes. After pretending along for a week, just leave peacefully. We’ll both be fine, and you’ll remain my sister.”

“So you’ve been playing along too these past days?” Xu Weixiao frowned.

“Don’t try anything. I’m warning you!”

“Sis, what could I possibly do?!” Xu Weixiao stepped forward, took the milk, and gulped it down. “Even abortion pills would harm an ordinary person.”

Xu Weimiao stared at her.

“If you don’t trust me, that’s fine. I won’t push you.” Xu Weixiao set down the cup. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

“No need to stay.”

“Okay.” Xu Weixiao nodded.

Xu Weimiao turned and departed.

Xu Weixiao felt no remorse. The milk held nothing harmful, since she wasn’t naive. She knew Xu Weimiao would test her. By revealing it so fast, she aimed to make her sister realize every petty trick was seen through.

Xu Weixiao glared venomously at Xu Weimiao’s retreating figure.

Xu Weimiao wasn’t as gullible as she’d hoped. That milk was purely a trap.

And Xu Weimiao’s answer rang out loud and clear!

She bit her lip.

Her eyes swiveled, fixing a fierce glare on the house’s cameras.

Cameras dotted the place in abundance.

Before, she’d spiked her sister’s milk with birth control pills, dodging those lenses for the ideal chance. Back then, vigilance was low. Now, she was certain more than just cameras watched—likely many guards too. One wrong move, and she’d be caught!

Making any move proved extremely hard.

She retreated to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed.

Xu Weimiao knew her ill intentions yet hadn’t kicked her out. This proved the older sister still cherished their bond. With Xu Weimiao’s gentle nature, nostalgia, and deep family ties, Xu Weixiao believed she could bend her to her will.

She bit her lip.

Dark plots churned wildly in her mind.

The next morning.

Xu Weixiao gathered her things and departed.

Xu Weimiao watched her sister, relief flooding her heart.

She walked her to the door.

Xu Weixiao settled into the car and looked at Xu Weimiao. “Sis, take good care of yourself.”

“You too.”

“I’m leaving. Might not return. Wishing you and your husband all the happiness.”

“Thank you.”

“Bye-bye.” Xu Weixiao waved.

Xu Weimiao gazed at her sister’s fading figure. In that instant, she wondered if she’d truly misjudged her.

Xu Weixiao might have genuinely changed for the better.

This time, she left as promised, without causing any harm.

She pursed her lips.

If it was real, she’d feel immense joy.

Still, she wouldn’t let her guard down. She couldn’t gamble with her life or the baby’s.

She observed Xu Weixiao’s car shrink into the distance.

Xu Weimiao turned and went back inside.

With Xu Weixiao gone, the house felt much emptier alone.

She sank onto the sofa and turned on the TV.

Watching felt rather dull.

Prenatal education was scheduled only for the afternoon. After thinking it over briefly, she grabbed her phone and sent a message to Mo Zixi. Factoring in the time difference, it was probably around 2 pm there. Unsure if she was tied up, she typed out, “Xiao Xiao left. I’m Home Alone.”

No response came.

Xu Weimiao had grown accustomed to Mo Zixi replying after quite a delay.

She shifted her position and got ready to stroll through the courtyard house.

Truth be told, she wasn't fond of visiting the courtyard house. Armed guards and sentries swarmed the perimeter. Though she'd adapted somewhat, danger still prickled her instincts.

Yet, she'd heard the 9 am sun helped build calcium, so she gave in and decided to head out.

Right as she reached the living room door.

Xu Weimiao spotted Xu Weixiao's sudden return.

Her brow furrowed.

“Sister, I’m Leaving Tomorrow,” Xu Weixiao said. “I just realized I messed up the ticket booking last night. Meant to get it for today after 0 p.m., but it ended up for tomorrow.”

“It’s nothing. Just stay one more night. Did you tell Mom?”

“Yes, Mom just scolded me!” Xu Weixiao replied with a grin.

“Don’t be so careless next time.”

“Okay.” Xu Weixiao nodded. “Then I’ll drop my luggage in the bedroom.”

“Go ahead.” Xu Weimiao smiled. “I’m heading to the courtyard to bask in the sun.”

“I’ll come over to keep you company later.”

“Okay.”

Xu Weixiao watched Xu Weimiao’s retreating figure.

An wicked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Naturally, the mistake wasn't from carelessness—it was intentional.

She aimed to make Xu Weimiao drop her defenses.

She wheeled her luggage into the bedroom.

She was aware no cameras watched this space.

It counted as private territory.

Releasing the luggage, she pulled out the long-prepared abortion medicine and clutched it tightly in her palm.

She absolutely refused to allow Xu Weimiao to bring this child into the world.

Jealousy and hatred for her had warped her heart beyond control.

Exiting the bedroom, she headed straight for the courtyard house.

The courtyard house spanned a vast area.

There were many soldie