Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1985

Xu Weimiao stepped out from the detention center.

This time, her resolve was unbreakable.

Though a faint ache stirred in her heart, she held firm without shedding tears or feeling any envy.

Xu Weixiao was truly on the verge of death.

This was her inescapable fate.

The heavens could be utterly ruthless, striking without notice or even intensifying the suffering.

She paused at the entrance.

Mo Zixi’s car waited there. She watched Mo Zixi step out and hold the door open for her.

From here on, she vowed to strive fiercely to stay beside this person and advance together side by side.

They settled into the car.

Mo Zixi pressed her lips together, gazing at her.

Xu Weimiao offered Mo Zixi a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Mo Zixi nodded.

“I’ll strive to become outstanding.”

“I know.”

“Zixi.” Xu Weimiao grasped her hand.

Mo Zixi gave a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what she thanked for.

Just having her nearby felt sufficient.

Mo Zixi drew Xu Weimiao into her embrace. “I’ll stay with you.”

Forever!

The vehicle sped straight back to the courtyard dwelling.

Mo Zixi remained close throughout, likely to support her through this grueling ordeal.

Upon returning to Wencheng, Xu Weimiao’s father phoned, urging her not to fret and to follow her chosen path.

She felt deep gratitude for her father’s unwavering support, despite uncertainties about succeeding on this journey.

The following day.

At dawn.

Once Mo Zixi ended her call, Xu Weimiao stated calmly, “Something has happened to Xu Weixiao.”

Her frame shivered slightly.

An indescribable panic surged, causing her heart to race as if a fragment had torn free from her chest.

Mo Zixi swiftly caught Xu Weimiao, steadying her. “Miaomiao.”

Xu Weimiao forced a pale smile. “I’m fine.”

Mo Zixi recognized her steely resolve.

She declared, “I’ll go see her.”

“Okay.”

Mo Zixi escorted Xu Weimiao to the detention center’s monitored hospital. Xu Weixiao lay on the sickbed in the room, her complexion ashen, hair disheveled, body marred with injuries, appearing utterly wretched.

Xu Weimiao entered and silently observed her sister’s condition.

The doctor was checking Xu Weixiao nearby. Noticing their arrival, he reported respectfully, “Commander, Madam, she’s stable for now, no immediate threat to life.”

Xu Weimiao’s gaze flickered faintly, yet remained fixed on Xu Weixiao’s pallid features.

Why endure such torment? Why all this agony!

Her throat tightened as she fought to rein in her feelings.

The doctor continued detailing Xu Weixiao’s state to Mo Zixi with respect. Most injuries stemmed from self-inflicted harm. Thankfully, it was caught early, curbing her frenzied attempts and preserving her life.

Mo Zixi gestured lightly. “Leave us.”

“Yes.” The doctor departed with the nurse.

Now, only Mo Zixi, Xu Weimiao, and Xu Weixiao remained in the room.

Xu Weixiao’s eyes fluttered open.

She gradually awakened and spotted her sister.

She took in her surroundings.

In that instant, realization dawned on her location.

She hadn’t perished yet.

Suddenly agitated, she shrieked wildly, “Why rescue me? You’ll kill me regardless, so why bother? Let me die now! Xu Weimiao, even as a ghost after death, I won’t spare you!”

Xu Weimiao regarded the wildly thrashing Xu Weixiao.

“Get out, all of you scram!” Xu Weixiao flung off her covers in utter despair.

She preferred suicide over the dread of impending death.

Otherwise, she’d lose her mind.

She’d truly descend into madness.

“Xiao Xiao.” Xu Weimiao gazed at her. “That’s enough.”

Xu Weixiao glared back ferociously, eyes bloodshot.

“You won’t perish in there. Justice will take its course,” Xu Weimiao stated. “Self-torment changes nothing in the end.”

“Quit the act, Xu Weimiao. You’re who I despise most. Why share twins’ looks with you? Why mirror you exactly? Your face sickens me!” Xu Weixiao spat coldly. “Xu Weimiao, upon my death, I’ll haunt you—curse you so every mirror reflection of my face terrifies you with your own savagery!”

Xu Weimiao smiled softly. “Xiao Xiao, you can’t frighten me. I don’t buy into curses or spirits.”

“Xu Weimiao!” Xu Weixiao’s cry turned shrill and rasping.

She yearned to slay Xu Weimiao. Yearned desperately.

Yet no matter her efforts, she couldn’t graze Xu Weimiao at all. This helplessness fueled such frustration that death seemed the only escape!

“Like I mentioned earlier, look after yourself, Xu Weimiao. From now on, no matter your actions, I won’t return. Whether deliberate or accidental, I won’t show up again!” Xu Weimiao stated coldly.

Shock struck Xu Weimiao deeply.

Panic overwhelmed her completely, “Sis, Sis, I confess I did it intentionally. I purposely hurt myself to gain your forgiveness, to earn your pity, to get you to release me. Sis, I plead with you, please let me go, let me go.”

Xu Weimiao observed her quietly, remaining silent.

Truth be told, she had already suspected as much.

Xu Weimiao proved incredibly cunning, always employing various tactics to get her way.

She kept fighting desperately, refusing to give up.

“Brother-in-law.” Seeing Xu Weimiao unmoved, Xu Weimiao quickly turned to plead with Mo Zixi, who stood protectively beside Xu Weimiao, “Brother-in-law, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have tempted you. I shouldn’t have shamelessly slipped into your bed. I shouldn’t have drugged you and clouded your judgment. I shouldn’t have hurt your child. It’s entirely my fault. All my fault. Please let me go. I swear I won’t repeat it. I’m begging you. “As long as you spare my life, I’ll do whatever you ask. Truly, anything!”

Mo Zixi pressed his thin lips together tightly.

Despair filled Xu Weimiao’s gaze toward them. “Will you release me? Let me go!”

Mo Zixi glanced over at Xu Weimiao.

Xu Weimiao met his eyes before slowly turning away. She clasped Mo Zixi’s hand and whispered, “Let’s leave.”

“Sis!”

“This world doesn’t have endless regrets,” Xu Weimiao articulated slowly, word by word.

Xu Weimiao simply watched as they departed.

Helplessly, she watched their retreating figures.

Countless schemes had crossed her mind. She believed her parents would intervene for her, yet they didn’t.

She assumed Xu Weimiao would soften toward her eventually, so she rendered herself utterly wretched and pitiful.

She figured a sincere admission of guilt would secure forgiveness from all. That’s how it always went growing up— a bit of coquetry, and everyone brushed it aside with laughter.

This occasion ought to follow suit.

Why didn’t it turn out the same this time?!

Why?!

Abruptly, a laugh escaped her.

Maniacal laughter erupted from her.

The heavens truly favored Xu Weimiao more, proving utterly unfair to her!

“AH…” Clutching her head, Xu Weimiao unleashed a frenzied scream!

..

Beyond the ward.

Xu Weimiao advanced two steps before halting.

Mo Zixi regarded her.

He noted her pallid complexion.

“Zixi…” Xu Weimiao murmured.

The moment she uttered it.

Her form crumpled to the floor.

Zixi.

Holding firm to a resolve could prove truly exhausting.

In alarm, Mo Zixi scooped her up. He gazed at her ashen face and urgently called for doctors to rush her to another room.

Physicians swarmed in, exerting every effort to assess Xu Weimiao’s state.

Simultaneously, Xu Weimiao’s personal physician arrived swiftly.

Chaos engulfed the modest detention facility’s hospital.

Xu Weimiao sensed she had dozed briefly.

Gradually, her eyes fluttered open, meeting Mo Zixi’s anxious face mere inches away. A smile curved her lips as she breathed, “Zixi.”

Mo Zixi eyed her closely. “Did you pass out earlier?”

“Did I?” Xu Weimiao grinned. “Probably from lack of rest these past days. I felt drowsy moments ago.”

“Lack of rest,” Mo Zixi echoed. “The doctor explained you were exhausted and under severe stress, causing the sudden collapse.”

“And the baby?” Xu Weimiao inquired anxiously.

“Relax, the child is safe,” Mo Zixi reassured softly.

Guilt tinged Xu Weimiao’s smile. “I seem like a terrible mother.”

Over recent days, the baby inside her had nearly slipped her mind.

Every ounce of her focus had poured into Xu Weimiao.

Completely consumed by Xu Weimiao.

Ultimately, she still fell short!

“I’m certain you’ll make an excellent mother,” Mo Zixi murmured tenderly, his voice ever so comforting and warm.

From this intimate proximity, she studied him.

She watched him grasp her hand, his palm radiating soothing heat.

So near to this man she could touch, yet true closeness eluded them.

Certain words lingered on her tongue, unspoken.

Finally, she smiled and asked, “Zixi, shall we head home now?”

“Yes.”

Xu Weimiao shifted to rise.

In an instant, she floated upward.

Reflexively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sensing her movement, Mo Zixi smiled. “I won’t let you fall.”

“I know.” Merely an instinct.

“From now on, try to trust me more.”

“Alright.”

Amid everyone’s gazes, Mo Zixi cradled Xu Weimiao from the ward and tenderly placed her in the car.

The commander-in-chief had always displayed gentleness.

Yet never to this degree.

His longtime bodyguards stood momentarily stunned by the sight.

All recognized that the commander-in-chief appeared affable, but maintained a firm emotional boundary.

Toward his wife, however, he transformed noticeably.

Profoundly different.

Xu Weimiao remained seated in the vehicle, peering out the rear window.

To and fro.

Shuttling repeatedly between the detention center and her residence.

As Xu Weimiao watched the detention center fade into the distance, she vowed this would be her final visit.

The next time anyone laid eyes on Xu Weimiao, it could well be her ashes.

She couldn't picture that moment. Yet, she realized people must learn to embrace the unbearable.

Embrace countless things once deemed impossible!

..

Seven months passed.

Xu Weimiao delivered her child.

It struck in the dead of night.

Insisting on natural birth, Xu Weimiao waited at home until labor began. Rising at midnight for the bathroom, she felt her thighs drenched. Thanks to prenatal classes and pregnancy knowledge, she recognized her amniotic fluid had burst.

Though determined to exit the toilet alone, an overwhelming fear gripped her, prompting an involuntary cry, “Zixi.”

Her call was barely audible.

Within seconds, Mo Zixi burst through the door. Seeing her distress and sodden pajamas, he asked calmly, “Are you in labor?”

“Yes, the amniotic fluid has broken.”

“I’ll get you to the hospital immediately.”

Xu Weimiao nodded.

She assumed Mo Zixi would step out to call, but instead, he scooped her into his arms.

Her full-term belly was enormous. Despite minimal weight gain, lifting her was no small feat. He carried her steadily from the courtyard.

His stride remained firm.

No hint of her anxiety showed in him.

She clutched his clothing desperately, her hands slick with sweat.

The ever-ready car idled at the entrance. Spotting Mo Zixi with Xu Weimiao, the driver rushed to open the door.

They sped toward the hospital.

Mo Zixi supported Xu Weimiao with one arm, their palms sweaty. His free hand dialed, coordinating the delivery process.

They reached the hospital swiftly.

Two lines of doctors and nurses stood ready at the entrance. Xu Weimiao felt as if the entire staff awaited her.

Mo Zixi placed her on the gurney.

The team wheeled her efficiently into the delivery room.

Xu Weimiao entered solo.

Mo Zixi waited outside.

Northern Xia Country clung to old traditions.

Men avoided blood; accompanying births brought ill fortune.

For ordinary folk, it mattered little.

Not for the commander-in-chief.

Under public scrutiny, he couldn't appear unmanly or falter.

He lingered beyond the delivery room, enduring Xu Weimiao’s agonized cries.

Wave after wave, they echoed thunderously through the hospital.

The corridor brimmed with people.

On-call medical staff, constant bodyguards and soldiers...

Silence enveloped the hallway.

They listened intently to Xu Weimiao’s rising and falling screams.

Mo Zixi gripped his fists tightly, staring at the door in stoic silence.

Slowly, Xu Weimiao’s cries weakened.

Her pained shouts grew hoarse.

Dawn’s first light pierced the night sky!

Xu Weimiao’s voice turned faint and fragile.

A doctor emerged.

Updates came every half hour.

Reporting the progress.

This time, before the doctor retreated, Mo Zixi inquired, “How is she?”

“Madam is merely fatigued. Commander, rest assured. She’s dilated to seven centimeters. Birth is imminent.”

“Tell her to hold on,” Mo Zixi instructed.

“Yes.” The doctor hurried back inside.

Xu Weimiao’s cries resumed softly from within.

Lacking former vigor, yet brimming with unyielding effort.

Footsteps multiplied in the corridor.

Mo Zixi turned to see his father, Mo Xiuyuan, aunt Lu Man, and Lu Yicheng.

Ye Chu, Mo Yinan, and their twins under one year old arrived too.

Lu Man approached, asking, “Still no baby? Wasn’t labor late last night?”

“The doctor says it’s imminent.”

“Is Miaomiao doing natural birth?” Mo Yinan questioned.

“Yes.”

“Why not C-section after so long?” Mo Yinan sounded agitated.

Mo Zixi pressed his lips together.

Natural birth benefited the child most.

This infant could become the future commander-in-chief.

Thus, right from the instant of his birth, his initial challenge confronted him.

Mo Yinan realized he had likely touched a sensitive nerve, so he pressed his lips tight and stayed silent.

Silence enveloped the corridor once more.

All those present waited in quiet suspense for the emergence of new life.

Brimming with eager hope and anxious fear..

Suddenly.

A faint “Wah” cry pierced the air.

The soft wail of a newborn echoed dimly.

Mo Zixi’s eyes flickered.

His fingers quivered without cease.

Everyone caught their breath. The cry was so faint, they dismissed it as a trick of the mind, a mere illusion..

The delivery room door burst open abruptly.

An exhilarated doctor stepped out and declared, “Congratulations to the commander, Congratulations to the commander. Madam has finally delivered Lin…”

It had come into the world.

A triumphant birth..

Tears were a distant memory for Mo Zixi.

His vision grew hazy ahead, only to clear moments later.

The edges of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Tell Madam that I’m waiting for her,” he said.

“Yes, Commander.”

The doctor nodded swiftly.

Mo Zixi remained rooted there..

Standing firm, he embraced the greatest milestone of his lifetime!