Chapter 58 Shu Ying, Xie Zhiyan has you in his heart, he considers you the most important person.

Song Zhaodi didn't recognize any of the people on the bus; she should have been more cautious.

But seeing that both Shu Ying and Li Qingqing were traveling with children and were both women, Song Zhaodi finally felt relieved.

"Thank you, Auntie doesn't need it right now."

Her gaze lingered on Li Qingqing: "Why are you bringing the baby out so young? You look like you haven't even finished your postpartum confinement period yet. Traveling like this on the train, can your body handle it?"

Li Qingqing was surprised that she would take the initiative to talk to her. Her face was filled with a happy smile: "I'm still in my postpartum period. There's nothing I can do because of the situation, but I'm in good health."

She didn't say much, but Song Zhaodi could guess some of it.

Even if an adult's body can handle it, it's not suitable for such a young child to be exposed to the complex environment outside so early.

But Li Qingqing is clearly a person who loves children. Both her words and her expression show her concern for children.

She said she had no choice, which suggests that her situation was the same as hers; they couldn't stop for a moment and had to escape.

With another person in the same boat on the road, Song Zhaodi sighed softly, took the cup from Shu Ying, and thanked her.

"The water station is right in front of this carriage. Just walk from here to the end. There shouldn't be many people waiting in line right now. Take a sip of water; it might make your throat feel a bit better."

Perhaps because she resembled Xie Zhiyan's older sister, Shu Ying, who didn't usually like to meddle, gave her a few more words of advice.

Song Zhaodi nodded slightly, got up and went to the water room to get some water.

She drank two cups before her throat finally felt a little better.

Looking at the diverse crowd on the bus, Song Zhaodi always felt that her husband's spies were among them, as if she could be dragged back at any moment at the next stop.

She felt insecure, like a ship adrift on a deserted island.

She felt like she was going crazy, driven insane by that horrible man.

Seeing that Song Zhaodi looked like a frightened bird, Shu Ying deliberately made room for her: "Sister Song, no one will get on the train after it departs. There are still several tens of minutes to go before the next station. You look very tired. You can rest for a while."

Song Zhaodi's eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

She leaned her head against the seat; the train was moving smoothly, but she didn't sleep soundly.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't hit me..."

Less than five minutes later, Song Zhaodi let out a low sob.

Li Qingqing and Shu Ying exchanged a glance, before they could even speak.

Song Zhaodi woke up like a frightened bird, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Li Qingqing handed over a tissue.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Zhaodi wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Li Qingqing waved her hand: "No, no, we didn't hear what you said, but you seemed a little off. Do you need any help?"

Song Zhaodi shook her head and didn't say anything more.

Shu Ying had already seen the injury hidden under her sleeve and had already made a judgment in her mind.

The fact that Song Zhaodi was awakened by such a nightmare again clearly confirmed her suspicions.

Shu Ying hates men who commit domestic violence the most. They are useless outside but take out all their anger at home, only daring to raise their fists against women and children.

Men with violent tendencies are often aloof and have complex personalities.

But they were not familiar with each other to begin with, and it was just a chance encounter, so there wasn't much Shu Ying could do.

Furthermore, she hadn't really met many men like that; most of the men she knew were thrifty, domestically skilled men from Shanghai.

Seeing Song Zhaodi fall asleep again, Shu Ying sighed helplessly.

"If her parents knew, they would be heartbroken."

Who isn't a precious treasure held in their parents' palm?

Just because you get married, it's as if you're handing your life over to a complete stranger. The thought of it is terrifying.

Li Qingqing changed Tuantuan's diaper and looked at the person next to her with heartache.

"Sister Song has a hard life. I don't know if there is anyone in this world who can protect her. Getting married is like a woman's second reincarnation. If she is not careful and goes down the wrong path, it will hurt a lot."

Li Qingqing seemed to be talking about Song Zhaodi, but also about herself.

If she hadn't been forced into it, she wouldn't have gotten married so quickly.

Now that she has a child, she has no other choice but to live her life well.

The only good thing is that Duan Huaichuan still has a stable job.

"Actually, I envy you the most. Although Xie Zhiyan is busy with work, I can tell that he is a very responsible man. Now that you are married, he considers you the most important person and has you in his heart."

Shu Ying tilted her head, puzzled: "You could tell that? I never knew you had such a clever and insightful mind?"

Li Qingqing tapped her head with one hand: "Stop teasing me. You'll understand someday. When we get to Beijing, we can live in the family compound. We'll live a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. The children won't have to be separated from their parents. That's wonderful."

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel warm.

But Li Qingqing's words reminded Shu Ying.

Over the years, she has gotten used to the fact that her child doesn't have a father.

This time, she came directly to Xie Zhiyan without saying a word.

Several people who weren't very familiar with each other were crammed into a courtyard. It was hard to tell if they would get along.

To be honest, she was hardly a virtuous wife.

The Shu family has a professional chef, and her cooking is really just average.

Although household chores like washing clothes and mopping the floor are simple, she is a quick learner, but she only manages to get by.

At least when it comes to housework, she can't even compare to her father.

There were many people in the family compound, and Xie Zhiyan was busy with official duties, so the housework naturally fell to her.

Thinking about her clumsy behavior, Shu Ying gently scratched her eyebrow with one hand. It seemed like she wasn't going to see her husband, but rather to cause trouble in the family compound with her child.

Shu Ying sighed, feeling a bit anxious, and started to overthink.