Chapter 1389: Ye Hao, Was That You?

“Dad, look at mom’s forehead. There’s a lot of sweat.”

Momo said loudly aside that he had found a tissue from his little coat and spread it on his mother’s forehead.

“Mom…”

Momo screamed.

And after that, He Xiyan, who was lying on the bed, finally returned to her mind.

With a start, she opened her eyes all of a sudden and sat up.

“Yuanyuan!” When He Xiyan woke up, she shouted out the pet name of her eldest son.

(Momo)…

Momo was stunned at the side of the bed, looking at his mother in surprise. Her mother was not shouting his own name, but his brother’s pet name.

Ye Hao sat by the bed, reaching out one hand and resting it gently on his wife’s shoulder.

He could feel his wife’s dream, which might be about what happened more than 20 years ago.

In that way, she called out the name of Yuanyuan.

Did she dream of Yuanyuan’s custody being granted to Mo’s family twenty-three years ago?

“How are you?” Ye Hao pulled his wife into his arms.

Only he knew that his wife would have nightmares from time to time over the years. Every time after waking up, she would be like this, in a state of panic while sweating heavily.

He Xiyan opened a pair of clear watery eyes. She breathed heavily, as if she hadn’t sobered up yet, still sweating coldly on her forehead.

After a while, she turned to look at the man beside her, as if not sure, she reached out her hand and rubbed her eyes.

“Ye Hao! Is that you?” She asked in a low voice, wondering whether she was in a dream or in reality at the moment.

She just seemed to be at Mo’s, as if…

He Xiyan had a terrible headache and his brain was addled.

Her throat was so dry and hoarse as if she hadn’t drunk any water for days.

“Momo, go and pour mom a glass of water.” Ye Hao said to his son.

Turning his head, he looked at his wife again and patted her face.

“Addled by the dream, sleeping bug.” Ye Hao smiled and pinched his wife’s red face.

This face was actually no longer young. At the age of 47 years old, this woman was approaching the age of menopause.

But in his eyes, she was the same as before, without much difference.

He Xiyan chuckled, eyes full of embarrassment.

She took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself down.

She remembered that last evening she thought about a lot of things twenty years ago. She recalled her own past and her experience with Mo Yixuan. Later, she thought that she fell asleep. In the dream, she went back to that era, to Mo’s house, to her painful past.

“How long did I sleep?” He Xiyan asked in a deep voice.

She felt as if she had been in sleep for a long time.

Ye Hao smiled lightly. “Now it’s more than three o’clock in the afternoon. You say if you are a sleeping bug.”

Ye Hao threw the clothes beside the bed to He Xiyan.

“Put it on. In the evening, Xixi and that guy… are coming for dinner.”

Ye Hao used the word “that guy” to describe his daughter’s boyfriend. It was mainly because Jiang Cheng, the boyfriend of his daughter, couldn’t fall into his eyes.

What nonsense it was. His family conditions were ordinary and he did not look handsome as he himself was. Besides, his parents were not well-educated; they simply dealt in building materials with an asset less than 50 million yuan. In a word, there was no aspect to his satisfaction.