After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration] - Chap 100
Standing in front of him was a very beautiful middle-aged woman, wearing a plain dress with an ordinary pocket watch in her left hand.
Nonetheless, it was difficult to conceal her charm and character.
There were already wrinkles on her face, but her features still made a strong visual impact.
It could be said that Bo Yueming’s features were practically modeled after hers.
During the brief silent confrontation, an affirmative answer appeared in Pei Yi’s mind.
No wonder Bo Lihui had looked as if he’d seen a ghost just now, and no wonder Bo Yueming lost his previous calm and tried to take him away.
The brown-haired woman in front of him was probably Bo Yueming’s biological mother who had “vanished” for a long time, and whose “whereabouts were unknown.”
Pei Yi suppressed the shock in his heart at once and immediately focused on Bo Yueming’s emotions. “Er-ge, she……”
At the same time, the brown-haired woman walked up eagerly. “Ryan.”
Bo Yueming retreated, saying back in standard English, “Get out of here! Don’t call me that!”
His eyes went bloodshot in an instant, and he stared closely at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him. Like a terribly injured lion, he revealed his sharpest and wariest side.
“…….”
His out-of-control state not only frightened the brown-haired woman, but also made Pei Yi next to him extremely anxious.
The brown-haired woman saw Bo Yueming’s resistance, and was forced to pause her steps. She instantly began to cry, and had to cover her face to hide her gaffe.
After about four or five seconds, she constrained herself and said, “Ryan, I’m sorry. I, I’m……”
Bo Yueming closed his eyes and tried to center himself, on the verge of losing control. “I said, don’t call me by that name. You have the wrong person.”
The brown-haired woman tried to take a step forward, and choked out, “But I don’t have the wrong person. Ryan, don’t—”
“M-Mr. Bo.”
She changed her address in broken Chinese, and her request practically spilled over, “Can we talk? Even if it’s just for five minutes!”
A passing waiter saw this scene, and, perhaps knowing Bo Yueming’s identity, began to glance over frequently.
Pei Yi feared that things would be stirred up and disturb Old Mrs. Bo, so he used his free hand to comfort Bo Yueming.
“Er-ge, should we go somewhere else?”
“Unnecessary.”
Bo Yueming understood clearly that burying his head in the sand wouldn’t hide this from anyone, so he said as if resigned to his fate, “I’ll only ask you three questions. I just need you to tell me the truth.”
“But if there is even the slightest bit of concealment, there will be nothing to talk about between us.”
Seeing that he had changed his words, the brown-haired woman hurriedly nodded. “Okay! Ask!”
Bo Yueming stared at the ring on her ring finger. “Are you married?”
The brown-haired woman noticed his gaze and automatically closed her right hand with the wedding ring. “Yes.”
Having received the expected answer, Bo Yueming asked again, “Do you have children?”
“……”
The brown-haired woman hadn’t expected him to ask these questions when she approached him. She was silent for a long moment before saying with difficulty, “…..Yes.”
Pei Yi’s heart suddenly throbbed when he heard this answer. The hand held by Bo Yueming had already become numb due to the other’s excessive strength.
Bo Yueming lowered his eyes slightly, and they overflowed with a wry smile before he retracted it.
The brown-haired woman paid attention to his every move, and was so anxious that she tried to step forward and explain, “It’s not what you think! Listen to my explanation—”
But before she could give that explanation, Bo Yueming’s tone completely changed when he asked the next question.
“Are you willing to come to me now because you know that I took over Bo Group and you want money from me?”
He was cold and wary, as if looking at a stranger.
The brown-haired woman opened her reddened eyes as if she had received an electric shock. “Of course not! I never had such an idea!”
Bo Yueming received this answer and was indifferent to her anxiety. “All right, I’m done asking. I don’t want any additional explanations from you.”
“There is no need for us to go somewhere else to talk. Best wishes. Go away.”
Having said this, he took Pei Yi and walked away quickly, leaving only the silhouette of his unyielding figure.
The brown-haired woman gazed after the resolute Bo Yueming’s back. In the end, she couldn’t control herself and covered her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other, leaning back against the nearby wall to cry silently.
. . . . . . .
Bo Yueming and Pei Yi wandered around unthinkingly in the parking lot, and after searching for a long time, they still didn’t know where they were going.
Pei Yi stopped and broke free from his grasp. “Er-ge.”
Breathing heavily, Bo Yueming was somewhat confused. “En?”
Pei Yi hid his hand that had been clenched until it was pale, going around to the other side to take Bo Yueming’s hand. “Let’s go this way, Lin Zhong and Lao Fu are waiting for us.”
Bo Yueming nodded.
The two finally found the location of their pick-up car.
Pei Yi knew that Bo Yueming’s mood wouldn’t recover for a while, so he motioned with his eyes for Lin Zhong and Lao Fu to get out of the car and wait. Then he closed the car door hard.
Slam!
The sound of the car door shutting made Bo Yueming’s eyes shake. He tried his best to pretend that nothing was wrong. “Why not let them get in the car? Aren’t you tired? Let’s go back and rest early.”
“There’s no rush, I’m not tired.”
Pei Yi stopped him when Bo Yueming went to fasten his seatbelt. He took the initiative to approach his lover, and reached out to caress him from his eyebrows to the side of his face.
Then he solemnly apologized, “Er-ge, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you just now.”
If not for his momentary intuition and curiosity, Bo Yueming wouldn’t have asked those three questions. If he had known they would receive those first two answers, he would have taken his person away from harm.
After all, with his biological mother who had disappeared for twenty years unimaginably appearing again, no one could be completely indifferent.
Pei Yi knew that Bo Yueming was strong-tempered, and that he would remain silent like he did when he was a child, but he didn’t want that.
Some wounds would rot in your heart forever if you didn’t talk about them and root them out.
Pei Yi gently caressed Bo Yueming’s face with his fingertips and whispered, “Er-ge, it’s just me now.”
“If you’re unhappy or uncomfortable, you can say so. Don’t hold it inside.”
“……”
Bo Yueming caught a glimpse of the color on Pei Yi’s hand. He took it into his palm, touching it gently as he changed the topic.
“Did I pull you too hard just now and hurt you? Why didn’t you say anything or struggle?”
“It’s okay, it’ll get better soon.”
Pei Yi didn’t mention the numbness in his fingers. He kissed the other’s forehead and brought the topic back.
“Er-ge, what are you thinking right now? Tell me, please?”
“…….”
Bo Yueming’s eyes were still focused on Pei Yi’s hand as he rubbed it slowly. “I have no opinion. She has her lover and children, and I have you and Grandma.”
There was a hint of frustration in his eyes, but his tone was very calm. “It’s perfect that she didn’t come here for money. We are just strangers living our own lives.”
Pei Yi frowned with worry. He knew that Bo Yueming was being evasive, let alone telling the truth.
It was just that with such old scars accumulated in his heart, if his lover himself was unwilling to speak, he really didn’t dare to take the initiative to ask so as not to touch his deep wounds.
When Bo Yueming saw that Pei Yi’s hand had finally returned to its original color, he lowered his head and kissed him softly. “Let Lao Fu and Lin Zhong come in. I want to go home.”
“Okay.”
Pei Yi clasped his hand tightly, saying gently but firmly, “Let’s go home.”
. . . . . . . .
It was already past eight o’clock when the group returned to the villa.
There had been such a last minute twist before going home. Even though Bo Yueming was pretending to be calm, Pei Yi still saw through it to his deeply hidden pain and melancholy.
After taking a quick shower, he came out of the bathroom and walked to the wine wall, suggesting, “Er-ge, do you want some wine?”
It should be known that Bo Yueming had always responded to his requests, but this time he chose to refuse quietly, “Kitten, let’s go to bed early tonight, okay? Didn’t you say you were tired? I want to go to bed early too.”
Inspector, who had not seen its master for a long time, excitedly jumped onto the foot of the bed and meowed at Pei Yi.
Bo Yueming was afraid that Pei Yi would be unhappy, so he promised, “Wait until tomorrow, I’ll drink with you then.”
Pei Yi didn’t want to put extra pressure on his lover, so he smiled and said, “Okay.”
Five minutes later, the two of them finished getting ready and lay on the bed together.
Pei Yi took the initiative to get into Bo Yueming’s arms, showing his dependence without any scruples. “Er-ge, I missed you so much.”
The corners of Bo Yueming’s mouth finally curled up. “I missed you too.”
The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and just embraced each other quietly, not saying anything to break this rare silence.
Perhaps because the embrace of the person in his arms was so secure, or perhaps because his continuous work had been so tiring, Pei Yi fell asleep without even realizing it.
In his sleepy state, Pei Yi dreamed of himself as a child—
Only this time, he left his familiar environment and instead came to a small but cozy bungalow.
He saw a little boy curled up alone on the sofa, currently staring at the clock on the coffee table.
He waited from day to night and from night to dawn, until he couldn’t control himself anymore and cried bitterly.
“Er-ge!”
Pei Yi awoke from his dream and found that there was no one beside him in bed. The electronic clock on the bedside table was still ticking second by second.
What had seemed like a lengthy dream had only taken two or three hours in reality.
Inspector heard movement on the bed and came over. It gently tugged Pei Yi’s pajamas twice with its mouth, then jumped off the bed and crouched obediently by the door of the master bedroom.
“Meow-wu~”
It seemed to be reminding him of something.
Pei Yi understood his beloved pet’s meaning and quickly got out of bed, opening the door. When he saw the situation in the small living room clearly, his remaining sleepiness was replaced by overflowing heartache.
There were empty wine bottles on the living room bar, and a trace of alcohol lingered in the air.
Wearing thin pajamas, Bo Yueming stood alone in front of the open window, as if praying that the night could drown out his sorrow and loneliness.
Pei Yi instantly thought of the little boy curled up on the sofa, waiting for his mother to come home.
Even though he knew that the dream was just a fantasy made up by himself, he still couldn’t help but merge these two large and small figures together.
Pei Yi walked forward and hugged his lover from behind. “Er-ge.”
Bo Yueming reacted belatedly, but didn’t turn around in time. “Did I wake you up?”
Just listening to his voice, there was a trace of unnatural choking emotion.
Pei Yi could no longer deliberately pretend not to be aware. He walked around Bo Yueming, raised his head, and kissed him.
Those slightly cool lips smelled of wine, and there was a hint of saltiness in the kiss.
Bo Yueming’s steady breathing finally became completely disordered, and he let out a choked sob that had been repressed for a long time. He mumbled into the kiss, “I, I thought she was dead.”
“…….”
Pei Yi trembled in distress. He had Bo Yueming sit on the sofa, while he simply stood and hugged his lover tightly.
“Er-ge, I know you’re hurting. I’m here with you. Don’t hold it in, okay?”
Bo Yueming wrapped his arms tightly around Pei Yi’s waist as if holding onto his last lifeline. “I thought, I thought I had forgotten what she looked like.”
But when that person actually appeared, the memories of his childhood came over him like a landslide, leaving the always strong Bo Yueming unable to resist.
He wanted to pretend like nothing was wrong, but after nightfall, the complex emotions creeped in, and he couldn’t stop them even if he wanted to.
“Pei Yi.”
“I’m here.”
“I always thought that I was a burden. That I was the one who dragged her down. She lost her studies, her career, and her freedom. She gave up on me only when she really couldn’t hold on anymore.”
The mother in Bo Yueming’s memories could not be a gentler woman. His other grandmother had also said when she was still alive—
When she was alive, Cynthia was just like the meaning of her name. She was the moon high above, a goddess admired by many people. She could play piano and dance, and was a very outstanding person.
Back then, Bo Lihong had been envied by many people, but he didn’t cherish her well at all.
After the breakup, Cynthia unexpectedly learned that she was pregnant. But by that time, Bo Lihong had returned to China, and there was no possibility of restoring their relationship.
In order to keep the innocent Bo Yueming, Cynthia had to drop out of school and go home, but how could everything be as easy as she imagined?
Her parents helped during the pregnancy, and then not long after Bo Yueming was born, her father passed away.
Without the backbone of the family, Cynthia knew that she would just drag her heartbroken mother down.
She had to go out and work on her own, but with a baby and no degree, where could she find a satisfactory job?
During this period, Cynthia was ridiculed and scorned countless times.
The hands that had originally played piano were soaked in dirty water from dishwashing, and the soul that could have danced was trapped in a mother’s body.
It was like this day after day, year after year.
“I know that it was me who dragged her down and even took away her last vestige of vitality. But she still couldn’t let me go, so she walked on the road of no return alone.”
Over the years, Bo Yueming had been burdened with an overwhelming guilt deep in his heart.
He remembered the cool sea breeze on his birthday night that year, and also remembered his mother Cynthia’s cold back as she left. Everything was imprinted in his heart.
Pei Yi felt the dampness on the fabric of his clothes, and grew sadder the more he listened.
Bo Yueming confided in a low voice, “In the two years when I first entered the Bo family, I expected countless times for her to come back and pick me up…..”
As time passed, he knew that he couldn’t wait any longer.
Bo Yueming did not relax his embrace, and his voice still contained a rare tearfulness and vulnerability. “I never thought I would have the chance to see her again in this life, let alone that—”
“She would have a whole new family and a child.”
Bo Yueming didn’t know how to explain his complicated feelings. He was glad that his biological mother was still alive and well in this world, but couldn’t help but hate that reality was different from what he wanted.
“I don’t understand. Since she was living well in this world, why wasn’t she willing to come back and see me again for twenty years?”
“Did she hate me that much, or had she simply forgotten me?”
When she looked at that other child, did she remember that there was another child in China waiting for her to appear? Did she wonder how he was doing?
Pei Yi gently rubbed Bo Yueming’s head, and hesitated for a moment before saying, “Er-ge, she didn’t forget you. It’s impossible for her to forget you.”
If Cynthia had forgotten him, it would have been impossible for her to appear before them like this today.
As a bystander, Pei Yi could see that the other party’s guilt and breakdown were not feigned.
“……”
Bo Yueming smiled bitterly, his mind still haunted by confusion.
Since she hid away for twenty years, why had she appeared now? Why not just avoid him for the rest of her life?
At least that way he could still deceive himself that—
The mother in his memory had given all her love to him unreservedly, instead of giving the love he longed for to another child.
Pei Yi understood Bo Yueming’s inner doubts. “Er-ge, let me go and ask clearly on your behalf, okay?”
Whether love or hate, it must be based on the most basic understanding of the facts. Pei Yi didn’t want his lover to continue to live in the fog and suffer.
Bo Yueming released Pei Yi and shook his head slightly, saying what he had said in the car—
They had their own lives now, and they shouldn’t disturb each other.
The night breeze was cool.
Pei Yi feared that Bo Yueming would catch a cold if he drank in a depressed mood, so he brought his lover back to the room and brought a hot towel to clean his face and wipe his hands.
Bo Yueming looked at Pei Yi, who was busy working on his behalf, and his heart finally warmed up again.
“Pei Yi.”
“En?”
“Will you leave?”
“……”
Pei Yi didn’t expect Bo Yueming to ask such a sudden question, and was stunned.
Bo Yueming asked with rare stubbornness, “Will you?”
In fact, Bo Yueming had never mentioned it to Pei Yi, but Cynthia’s sudden departure when he was young had left an indelible shadow in his heart.
Over the years, he always woke up suddenly from dreams in the middle of the night. And after dating Pei Yi, this absolute terror had not diminished, but deepened.
Every time, Bo Yueming would make sure that his lover was still sleeping peacefully in his arms, and then his uneasy heart would slowly calm down.
Bo Yueming knew that there were also unmentionable hurts in Pei Yi’s past. He didn’t dare to ask, and in the end, he could only keep constraining himself.
But now, he couldn’t help but confess his fears. “Pei Yi, one day, will you leave me as suddenly as she did?”
Under a layer of wetness, those already beautiful eyes looked even more pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Pei Yi stopped thinking about his tears and slipped into Bo Yueming’s arms again. “I won’t leave. I won’t leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Three promises in a row, all with the word “forever” hidden in them.
Bo Yueming held him tighter, his emotions stronger than usual due to the alcohol. “You’ll stay with me for the rest of your life?”
Pei Yi knew that Bo Yueming was waiting for his true response. “En, we’ll spend a lifetime with each other.”
If grasping the present moment was the beginning of love, then once the love grew deep in their bones, who wouldn’t crave it for a lifetime?
Pei Yi took a deep breath, seeming to have come to an important decision. “Er-ge?”
“En?”
“Would you like to hear my story too?”
