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The dawn broke, and Li Hao conducted another check on Lin Xiao. Once the doctor confirmed everything was fine, he took her home.
When they arrived, Li Hao held Lin Xiao close for a long time, cherishing the rare moment of tranquility. "Lin Xiao," he began, "the car accident was no accident." He gazed down at her head as he embraced her, deciding it was time to be honest.
Lin Xiao turned to look at him in shock. "Why?"
Li Hao wanted to start with his father. The political struggles at the top were far more convoluted than anything he had written in "Zhou Dynasty Affairs." Observing the rise and fall of historical figures evoked feelings of nostalgia and anger, but it lacked the deep-seated pain he now felt.
He didn't want Lin Xiao to know all this; she was so full of faith and conviction, much like he once was. He understood the agony that came when faith crumbled. He hoped that through his efforts, those with beliefs would always be worthy of respect.
"I submitted a multi-page report to the central authorities regarding corruption issues, complete with specific personnel lists and evidence."
Lin Xiao was momentarily at a loss for words. With her limited work experience, she understood the dangers involved in this matter.
"Are you scared?" Li Hao asked gently as he pulled her closer, wary of her potential reproach.
"Why should I be scared?" Lin Xiao felt his emotions and thought that it should be them who were afraid; they were the ones in the wrong.
Li Hao knew Lin Xiao had no idea how deep the waters ran here. He had once considered never taking sides, just dedicating himself fully to realizing his ideals. After his father’s departure, he realized that his smooth sailing in work was merely a result of aligning with the Li Family.
The events of yesterday might resurface in the future. They were using you to threaten me into silence. At this point, he simply held Lin Xiao tighter, filled with dread.
"If I die, will you marry someone else?" The thought made Lin Xiao feel more sorrowful than death itself.
Li Hao suddenly laughed at her question. "No way! If something happens to you, I'll take care of everything and then join you."
"You jerk," Lin Xiao thought; she certainly didn’t want to die.
"Wang Mei is a guard by Grandpa's side. I brought in a female guard earlier because I was worried you might notice. Grandpa also arranged for two male guards to stay downstairs; they will follow you when you go out."
Li Hao explained that he wouldn’t act recklessly without a solid plan. He hadn’t expected those people would dare to hit someone in broad daylight; it was audacious and made him realize he had struck a nerve with them.
"What about you? What will you do alone?" Lin Xiao asked worriedly. If they were so brazen towards her, wouldn’t they be even more reckless with Li Hao?
Currently, Li Hao found himself caught in the eye of the storm. He chose to go for help because it was a place where his grandfather had once been—a place that felt safest to him.
The report that was submitted was merely an appetizer; stirring this murky water requires more than just him. He needed to pull more people into this chaos.
Once Mom is discharged from the hospital, I will return. I promise to come back when your child arrives, so make sure to eat well. Li Hao gently placed his hand on Lin Xiao's belly.
Do you hope for a boy or a girl? Have you thought about naming the child yet? Lin Xiao had long wanted to ask him these questions, but he was never around.
Of course I've thought about it. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I want to name them Lin Tian. Li Hao said with deep affection.
Lin Tian? Will they have my surname?
Of course, they'll take your surname. I yearn for the pastoral life of Peach Blossom Spring; the fields are the land we depend on, so I think Lin Tian is a fitting name. What do you think?
I think it's great. Lin Xiao beamed with joy; she had never imagined that her child would carry her surname, but she liked the name Lin Tian.
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