Heiress Campus Beauty × Illegitimate-Son School Bully — Chapter 35 Heiress Campus Beauty × Illegitimate-Son School Bully
The morning sunlight spilled gently into the bedroom. Xiao Yi kept watch by Song Qian’s bedside, gazing at her peaceful sleeping form before turning his eyes to the crib nearby. The two little ones were waving their arms and legs, their faces flushed like ripe apples. The boy’s eyes sparkled as if they held the entire starry sky, peering at the world with curiosity, while the girl pouted her rosy lips, cooing softly as if whispering secrets only she could understand.
The heavy responsibility of naming the babies fell upon my shoulders, leaving me both overjoyed and conflicted. Let the boy be called Yucheng; I hope his future is as clear and lofty as his name, and that he possesses a heart as vast as the universe. I gently pinched his tiny nose and whispered, "Yucheng, be a good boy from now on." He blinked as if he understood, kicking his little legs with even more vigor. The girl shall be named Yuemeng, with the wish that she grows up happily and always keeps her adorable, innocent heart. I leaned in close and said softly, "Yuemeng, my little princess." She grinned, revealing her toothless gums, looking absolutely precious.
From that moment on, my life as a stay-at-home dad officially began. Mixing formula, changing diapers, and lulling them to sleep—every task was a challenge, yet every time I saw their smiles, my heart melted.
Two years flew by in a blur of busyness and bliss, and my wife became pregnant again. At that moment, joy and anxiety were intertwined. I knew the days ahead would be even busier, but our love would continue to grow within our expanding family. I was ready to welcome this new life with all my heart. Throughout the long years, Song Qian remained steadfast by Xiao Yi’s side. From the naive passion of their youth to the mundane routine of daily life, whether in sunny days or stormy weather, Song Qian held Xiao Yi’s hand tightly.
They experienced the joys and sorrows of life together, witnessing their children grow into independence. When Xiao Yi grew frail with age and lay on his deathbed, Song Qian kept watch day and night, her eyes filled with longing and reluctance. At the moment Xiao Yi departed, Song Qian felt as though the world had lost all its color.
In the final moments of her life, Song Qian bid farewell to the system she was bound to. She calmly arranged her affairs and drew up a will, expressing her wish to be buried in the same casket as her husband. This was her final pledge to their love, a promise of a lifelong companionship that even death could not sever. Thereafter, Song Qian’s soul gradually drifted away from this world, leaving behind only a legend of unwavering love that flowed slowly through the river of time, moving all who heard of its deep and enduring devotion.
After Song Qian said goodbye to Xiao Yi, her consciousness was pulled away by the system, returning to that familiar, cold void. The system’s electronic voice echoed in the emptiness: "You are about to begin your next mission. To ensure your full immersion, your memories of this world must be cleared." Song Qian’s eyes were hollow, yet she offered no resistance.
As light flickered, her memories were pulled back like a receding tide. The flutter of her heart upon first meeting Xiao Yi, the sweet quarrels they shared, the hardships and joys of raising their children, and the crushing grief when Xiao Yi passed—all were stripped from her mind. Her expression gradually turned vacant, as if her soul were being reshaped. The cold logic of the system executed its task, crushing and dissolving those fragments of memory filled with deep affection. When the last trace of Xiao Yi was erased, Song Qian’s face was as calm as before, waiting to be cast into a new world, having completely forgotten the long and precious life spent with her lover, as well as that love and attachment that had once been etched into her very bones.
It is over.