Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1987

Xu Weimiao spent five days in the hospital.

Thanks to the natural delivery, her stay wasn't extended much.

Throughout those five days, Mo Zixi strove to remain by her side, postponing any official duties to the evenings when needed.

On discharge day, he personally escorted her from the hospital.

A majestic line of cars paved their path ahead.

The news had spread: the commander's son had been born.

Celebrations swept the nation, with crowds spontaneously waving flags along the streets to cheer and send blessings.

The vehicle pulled up to the courtyard residence.

The home's arrangement showed noticeable alterations.

Sentry posts bustled with more personnel.

The two-month confinement nanny had also settled in.

A dedicated nursery awaited the infant.

Their shared bedroom, naturally, remained unchanged.

After escorting her back home, Mo Zixi gazed at their son before departing.

With Mo Zixi's packed schedule, she knew better than to demand his constant company.

She believed she could master childcare on her own.

Her little boy wasn't overly fussy; once fed, he stayed content without cries.

The real challenge lay in breastfeeding every two hours precisely, which proved draining.

True deep sleep scarcely visited her.

Daylight hours passed manageably.

At night, though, things differed—Mo Zixi had shared her hospital bed those prior evenings, and she hesitated to disturb him. Back then, work didn't pull him away daily; now, she truly feared interrupting his rest.

She pondered suggesting separate sleeping quarters.

This idea.

Mo Zixi consented.

She accepted it.

A twinge of disappointment struck Xu Weimiao.

Yet she reassured herself this was truly optimal.

Logic must override feelings.

Separate rooms lasted a full month.

Mo Zixi occupied their former bedroom, while she shifted beside the nursery. When the baby wailed for milk, the mother-in-law brought him to her. This setup ensured Mo Zixi's sleep stayed undisturbed—the sensible choice. Still, she puzzled over why, in her drowsy haze, Mo Zixi would fetch the baby himself for feeding. Even when exhaustion pinned her down unmoving, he'd deftly raise her clothes for seamless nursing.

Suddenly, she questioned if separate rooms had met her original aim.

Lost in fatigue, a month slipped by.

Her confinement period finally concluded.

She ditched those excessive traditional restrictions.

She indulged in a joyful full bath.

Truth be told, she'd bathed during confinement too.

Just not too often.

Wiping down sufficed at times, or Mo Zixi assisted with that.

Afterward, he'd always need a cold shower.

Xu Weimiao cleansed herself completely, slipped into pajamas, and opened the door.

Habit drew her to their bedroom's bathroom, so emerging from the shower, she spotted Mo Zixi reclined against the bedhead, perusing the newspaper. Sensing the door, he glanced up, eyes lingering on her freshly bathed, rosy glow.

Xu Weimiao's figure bounced back swiftly.

Days earlier, her stubborn belly had distressed her. Somehow, it began shrinking steadily.

Pregnancy had only swelled her midsection; now flattened, her shape mirrored pre-baby days.

Of course.

Certain areas appeared enhanced.

“Get some early rest, Zixi.” Following routine, Xu Weimiao departed post-shower for her bed.

Mo Zixi's throat bobbed subtly.

“Miaomiao,” he called.

“Huh?” Xu Weimiao turned to him.

“Has the baby been fed milk?”

“Yes.” Xu Weimiao had nursed before bathing.

“Come over here a sec,” Mo Zixi beckoned.

Xu Weimiao approached obediently.

Mo Zixi guided her to sit bed's edge.

Perched there, Xu Weimiao regarded him.

“What day is it today?”

“Thirty-one days!” Xu Weimiao replied instantly.

“Mm, perfect,” Mo Zixi affirmed, his lips curving into an alluring smile.

What was perfect?!

Stunned, she froze.

Mo Zixi's kiss descended unexpectedly.

His cool lips brushed hers tenderly, savoring her sweetness bit by bit.

Nerves surged as she sensed his body's growing heat against her.

His lean fingers settled on her delicate shoulders.

His kiss ignited wildly between her lips and teeth.

“Mmm…”

His tongue teased hers.

Twining.

Endlessly twining.

Had it truly been ages since their last kiss?!

So long she'd forgotten Mo Zixi's past kisses, yet now his expertise shone vividly.

Her mind blanked out beneath his intense kisses!

That was until a chill spread across her skin.

She let out a startled cry while staring at the irresistible Mo Zixi. Her gaze shifted to his shut eyes. Those eyelashes of his stretched remarkably long.

Their son's eyelashes matched his almost perfectly.

Gradually.

He released her lips.

Her breaths came fast and heavy.

His breaths raced just as fiercely.

He whispered, “Don’t leave tonight.”

“HMM?”

“Accompany me.” Mo Zixi’s deep voice turned incredibly tender.

“Zixi…”

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“HMM…”

The night deepened further.

Spring filled the room!

..

One year later.

Mo Moumou’s first birthday celebration.

The one-year-old Mo Moumou looked utterly adorable.

That day.

He sported a black suit, a red bow tie, and shiny black leather shoes.

He couldn’t walk steadily yet, but he was desperate to toddle around. It made him look hilariously cute.

Xu Weimiao watched her well-behaved little boy. Had Mo Zixi been like this in his own childhood?

Did he transform one day into someone sharp and refined!

Turning into a true commander-in-chief!

Numerous guests attended the birthday feast.

Beyond relatives and close friends, plenty of high-ranking officials showed up too.

All came together to mark Mo’s special day.

Mo Yinan and Ye Chu arrived with their twins.

Lu Yicheng, Xiao Xia, Xia Xia, Da bei, and Zhai an had all dressed sharply.

Ye Heng and Tang Yaoyao made an appearance as well.

Only Mo Xiuyuan and Lu Manman stayed away.

This was the sacrifice Mo Xiuyuan had chosen back then.

During the banquet.

Xu Weimiao stayed busy tending to her son.

Mo Yinan held Ye Xizhi’s hand, now steady on her feet.

Ye Xizhi adored this baby brother, much like her fondness for Mo Zixi.

“I heard that you’re going abroad,” Mo Yinan inquired.

Xu Weimiao gave a soft smile. “Yeah, I’ve set the dates. Heading out for charity efforts.”

“Zixi agreed?”

“He agreed.” Xu Weimiao nodded.

“Aren’t you afraid of any danger?”

“No.” Xu Weimiao replied, “Very few people know I’m going, so my plans stay private. I’ll have two personal bodyguards along.”

“I didn’t expect you to chase your career so fiercely. I figured you’d settle into supporting your husband and kids, staying by Zixi’s side.” Mo Yinan sighed.

Xu Weimiao smiled. “Sister, Zixi and I share a unique kind of marriage.”

“Don’t you like each other?” Anyone could see it plainly.

“We do like each other, but it’s still different,” Xu Weimiao explained, “It’s impossible for us to share the profound love you have with your husband. No matter how much Zixi likes me, in his world, I don’t hold that central place.”

Mo Yinan truly got it.

Her upbringing left her no stranger to politics.

She simply wished Zixi could find real warmth in someone.

Not this restrained affection, even when feelings ran deep.

She gave Xu Weimiao’s shoulder a gentle pat. “In short, it might sound selfish, but please cherish Zixi deeply.”

“I will,” Xu Weimiao affirmed. “I truly love him a lot. Actually…”

Actually.

Very few knew the depth of my love for him.

Because my love ran so deep.

That’s why I pushed myself to mature, to stand independently, to step back from him!

I refused to weigh him down.

I wanted him to glance back and find me right there beside him.

Her gaze drifted.

Xu Weimiao spotted her father.

She turned to Mo Yinan with an apology. “Dad’s calling. I’ll head over briefly.”

“Go on. I won’t hold you.”

Xu Weimiao smiled faintly, passing the child to her dedicated nanny. She rose and approached Xu Changchun.

Xu Changchun noticed his daughter too.

He called out, “Miaomiao.”

“Dad.” Xu Weimiao greeted him, “Did you come by yourself?”

“Are you asking about your mom?”

“Yes.” Xu Weimiao nodded.

“I divorced her nearly two years back,” Xu Changchun stated. “So it wouldn’t make sense to bring her.”

“Aren’t you and Mom thinking of remarrying?”

“We’re too old for that now,” Xu Changchun said. “Better to leave it be. Gives me some freedom too.”

“Dad…” Xu Weimiao gazed at him.

He was getting on in years—didn’t he crave companionship?!

Plus, with retirement looming, how could he face it alone?!

A pang tugged at her heart.

Since that ordeal with Xu Weimiao, her family felt forever fractured.

“Don’t fret over me. I heard you’re off abroad for charity. Will the commander-in-chief really let you go like that?” Xu Changchun asked caringly.

“He fully backs my work,” Xu Weimiao said.

“Good then. Stay safe out there.”

“Don’t worry, Dad,” Xu Weimiao assured quickly. “I’ll look after myself. I’m just concerned about you…”

“Silly girl, why worry about me? I’m doing just fine.”

“How’s Mom doing now?” Xu Weimiao inquired.

Almost two years had gone by without her catching a glimpse of her mother.

She figured her mother likely still harbored resentment toward her.

The incident involving Xu Weixiao was something no one could alter.

“Stop fretting over your mother,” Xu Changchun reassured her. “She’ll come around eventually.”

One day...

Xu Weimiao’s throat bobbed faintly.

“Put it out of your mind. That’s all behind us now,” Xu Changchun consoled her. “If your mother fails to see it clearly, it’s just poor judgment on her part. She’s a gentle soul at heart. Simply remain true to yourself. Dad will forever back you up and stand with you.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Xu Changchun grinned. “Tend to the guests now. As the commander-in-chief’s wife, you must keep the broader view in mind. Father has long dreamed of serving northern Xia Kingdom faithfully, climbing the ranks through tireless effort to this very spot. I feel I’ve hit my limit. Yet right now, reflecting on it all, Father’s truest boast is raising such a remarkable mother of the nation.”

Xu Weimiao’s eyes reddened slightly. “I won’t disappoint Father.”

“Get back to your duties.”

“Alright.”

Xu Weimiao departed.

As she walked away, she couldn’t resist glancing back at her father.

The white strands at his temples appeared even more prominent.

Her father was truly aging.

She’d always believed he offered her unbreakable security, that he’d shield her without fail, and that he’d never stumble!

Clenching her teeth, she resolved to fulfill her responsibilities!

Not too far off.

While Mo Zixi chatted with the ministers, her gaze flicked to Xu Weimiao, lips pressing together briefly before she resumed engaging them.

..

In the banquet hall.

In a different corner.

Lu Yicheng and Xiao Xiaxia shared drinks.

They sipped sparingly.

This occasion mirrored a state banquet, after all. Having mastered refined etiquette, they understood the need to stay composed.

Still, boredom crept in.

Lu Yicheng felt listless, while Xiao Xiaxia was utterly fed up.

Glancing about irritably, he muttered, “Yicheng, let’s slip out early. These scenes make me itch all over. How can Brother Yechu and Da Beibei handle it so effortlessly?”

Lu Yicheng shot Xiao Xiaxia an eye roll.

Conversing with Xiao Xiaxia truly dragged down his intelligence.

Lu Yicheng’s scornful look always soured Xiao Xiaxia’s mood. “You’ve got flaws too, you know? Your gaming is downright pathetic!”

“...” He simply refused to squander time on such a silly mobile game!

Lu Yicheng set his empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray, rose, and headed to the rear garden for fresh air.

Xiao Xiaxia’s tongue twitched with the urge to speak, but since Ye Chu’s marriage left him ignored, he’d latched onto Lu Yicheng—and so it was now.

He hurried after Lu Yicheng without delay.

At the backyard entrance, he spotted a woman barring Lu Yicheng’s path!

She blocked him outright!

Eyes bulging, he observed Lu Yicheng shift leftward.

The woman shifted left too.

He stepped right.

The woman mirrored right.

Lu Yicheng halted, eyeing the woman ahead calmly, temper in check. Ever the gentleman, he stated evenly, “Miss, please step aside.”

“Hi, Lu Yicheng.” Not standing alone, the woman thrust out her hand warmly. “We’re schoolmates. You don’t recognize me, but I’ve admired you forever. Since freshman orientation, you’ve had my full attention!”

Lu Yicheng’s brow furrowed.

“You’re sharp-minded, dashing, from a top family, flawless in every way. Hardly anyone at school measures up to you. Countless girls crush on you, yet none dare confess, feeling unworthy,” the woman declared deliberately. “Right from day one, I vowed to be the sole woman fit for you.”

Lu Yicheng’s frown deepened.

Xiao Xiaxia, lurking behind, sensed drama unfolding.

Yet the woman spoke truth.

Lu Yicheng’s striking looks drew endless admirers, but confessions? Zero.

Was peak existence this lonely?!

Pondering it, Lu Yicheng seemed pitiful. Why craft himself so elite without cause?

Now too perfect, he scared everyone off!

“First, let me introduce myself. I'm Cheng Xiaodi. We're both 21, the same age, though I'm a month younger than you. My family isn't lacking by any means. Sure, it doesn't stack up to yours, but I hail from a finance dynasty too. My dad sits at number 13 on the national rich list. To bridge the distance between us, I've begun studying finance alongside my father. I aspire to achieve great things and close that wealth divide.”

“At school, my academic performance truly lags behind yours. You tackle full-fledged research projects on your own with stellar results. I can't touch your heights, yet in this hub of prodigies, just three students snag the elite scholarship each year school-wide. Count me in as one—and the only girl there.”

“Unsure if my features align with your ideals. At worst, they fit today's hot trends: one eyebrow, big eyes, black eyes, dainty nose, petite lips, oval face. Not knowing your type for ladies, I styled myself like the web idols every otaku obsesses over right now. Dislike it? I'll redo my outfit. Even if my looks fall short, plastic surgery's on the table,” Cheng Xiaodi articulated, syllable by syllable.

Little Xiaxia stood utterly dumbfounded.

Was Lu Yicheng merely fortunate?!

A confession hit him out of nowhere—blunt and unfiltered at that.

Yet the vital detail: Lu Yicheng showed zero reaction.

Little Xiaxia couldn't restrain herself further. She advanced and bumped Lu Yicheng's shoulder. “You idiot? She's spilled her heart out—why no response!”

Lu Yicheng cast a glance at Little Xiaxia.

Cheng Xiaodi showed no impatience for his reply. She flashed Little Xiaxia a kind smile instead. “Hello, Zhai Xia.”

“You know me?”

“Everyone close to Lu Yicheng, I know.”

Heavens above.

This girl had done her research to perfection!

“How much do you really know about Lu Yicheng?” Little Xiaxia suddenly felt compelled to