Chapter 23 (1/2)
Chapter Twenty-Three: Venting
From afar, Xi Cheng could see the window was dark, and his heart suddenly felt empty. He opened the door and stood there for a while before turning on the lights.
If she were here, she would fly over like a bird, chattering non-stop, “Why are you so late? Are you hungry? Did you have a drink? Do you feel uncomfortable? I’ll make you some hangover soup!”
No matter how late he was, she would wait up for him.
The hangover soup she made was deliciously sweet and sour. It always soothed his uncomfortable stomach after drinking.
She would prepare water at a suitable temperature for him to soak his tired feet. She even went out of her way to learn how to give foot massages. He would drowsily lean on the sofa while soaking his feet, and she would massage his feet. Then, she would fill the bathtub and urge him to take a bath.
She served him with the utmost care and attention.
The term here was ‘
serve,
‘ not ‘
take care.
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When she looked at him, her eyes always shone like stars.
Xi Cheng walked through every room.
Everything was neat and tidy, but there was no trace of her. She didn’t even leave a toothbrush behind and wiped away all her traces.
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Was she crying as she cleaned?
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His gaze fell on the coffee table. Two bank cards lay on top of it, and there was a note beside them: “One of the cards is from your mother, and the other card has all the money you gave me for our daily expenses. I haven’t touched it.”
The note was in her handwriting, but there was no indication of who it was for, nor did she sign her name.
It had been seven years, and she had never spent a single cent of his money and actually gave it back to him.
He had once insisted on giving her money for staying with him; he wanted to feel at ease and make it seem like he had bought their relationship with money. However, she refused to take it. She said, “I have money. Just give me love.”
He had never given her love because he didn’t know what love was. What he did give her was a person who couldn’t even take care of himself. He didn’t even have a heart.
For the sake of his conscience, he forcefully gave her the money, citing it was to be their household budget.
In the end, she accepted it, and he was content.
However, she never used his money, and in the end, she returned it to him.
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Is she deliberately making me feel uneasy?
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He bent down and slowly picked up the bank card, anger rising in his heart. ‘
She really has ulterior motives! She wants me to feel guilty about her for the rest of my life! She is such a scheming woman!
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