Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 2828 - 2826: You’re Wrong, I Just Want a Child



As long as he could find her, it would be enough. Later, during their interactions, he realized he had fallen for this heartless woman. Who would have thought that after chasing her for so long, he still couldn’t win her over? How could she treat him like this?

After enduring setback after setback, today he took Chu Molin’s advice and came.

Now the words were spoken, but he was still very anxious.

“Why do you love me? I’m not good. Personally, I think I’m really not good. If we were to get married, I wouldn’t be a good wife.” Nangong Beiying wasn’t belittling herself; she genuinely believed that.

“No, in my heart, you are great, and I think you’re the best woman in the world. How others see you or what they say doesn’t matter to me. As long as I think you’re good, that’s enough.” Xiao Qi had no ulterior motives, and for this reason, he was even more determined to marry her.

“Your evaluation of me is too high, and you don’t really know me, right? You should know that our relationship isn’t that of lovers, not even close to calling it love.” Nangong Beiying rationally analyzed their relationship.

“That’s just your perception. In my heart, it’s not like that. Do you remember how you were when you first met me? You were so assertive, but you never excessively demanded anything of me. That’s when I knew you were a special girl. Later, after interacting with you, I knew you were the one I’d been waiting for.” If Xiao Qi didn’t truly think she was great, why would he put in so much effort to pursue her?

“Besides, I feel like I can see who you really are. Maybe my understanding of you is deeper than your own. Don’t you know? If you truly had no feelings for me, you wouldn’t be with me, and you wouldn’t be carrying my child. Don’t you think you’re deceiving yourself?” Xiao Qi wouldn’t let her off easily and didn’t want her to keep avoiding reality.

“You’re wrong. I just wanted a child, that’s all. How do you know I’m the woman you think I am? The baby in my belly could belong to someone else, couldn’t it?” Nangong Beiying laughed in exasperation, her usually cold face coming alive with the smile.

“Do you think saying that will make me believe it? I’m not dumb; I just don’t want to make things difficult for you. I want you to willingly marry me, not force you.”

Xiao Qi might do that with others, but he could never be like that with Nangong Beiying.

“So, you think you’re not forcing me now?” Nangong Beiying stood still, refusing to leave. This man was something else. How had she not noticed before how pushy he could be?

“Because the baby is due soon, and I don’t want you to bear such a heavy burden alone. It’s clearly my responsibility, so why should you have to handle it by yourself?” If Xiao Qi were truly irresponsible, it would be fine, but he wasn’t.

“Haha, so why didn’t you take responsibility with Gu Beilin before?” Nangong Beiying thought this man was truly amusing.

“That wasn’t my child; why should I take responsibility?” He wasn’t an idiot who couldn’t tell right from wrong.

Before, he got entangled with her because there was no evidence. Once he understood what was going on, if he still got tangled up with her demanding responsibility, he wouldn’t have the face to stand here.

“If I said the child in my belly isn’t yours either, what would you do? Would you still want to marry me?” Nangong Beiying looked at him steadily, not missing a change in his expression.

“Yes, I would marry you. As long as it’s you, I’ll marry you. Even if this child isn’t mine, I’ll treat him as my own.” Xiao Qi had never been so resolute. He only wanted to be with this woman named Nangong Beiying, so no matter what others said, as long as she gave birth, they were his children.

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