Chapter 35 - I Only Want Your Child (1/2)

Inside the washroom, Shen Qianshu continuously splashed her face with cold water and breathed heavily. Looking in the mirror, she saw the image of a woman in great pain and slowly closed her eyes.

Shen Qianshu, you have nothing to do with Master anymore.

He is a devil.

Some things, although chosen to be let go and have no hatred, also were never chosen to be forgiven.

She hated Ye Ling a lot. It was during the period of time when her child died. She almost went insane, hating every single thing including Ye Ling and herself. She spent a whole two years to heal herself, and after adopting Tong Hua, her condition then improved. However, that did not mean that she was willing to see Ye Ling again.

She only hoped to… end all relations with Ye Ling.

Some feelings were only opened up for her to heal in the late nights. She had never revealed them to anyone.

After washing her face and cleaning herself up, Shen Qianshu changed into her home clothes.

Ye Ling was standing in the living room and looking at the photo wall.

The photo wall was filled mostly with pictures of her and Tong Hua, some of her and Lin Xiaojuan, and some of Tong Hua and Lin Xiaojuan.

Shen Qianshu glanced away and went into the kitchen to prepare a meal. Tong Hua was out filming today. The fridge was always well stocked with various ingredients because she would always go grocery shopping to replenish it. Thinking back, Tong Hua and Ye Ling had really similar taste buds.

Ye Ling’s favourite sweet and sour pork ribs was also Tong Hua’s favourite.

Shen Qianshu was busy in the kitchen while Ye Ling was inspecting the house. A house with over 170 square feet of space including four rooms, two living rooms, and two toilets, was very spacious. One side of the wall in the living room was turned into a removable bookshelf and was filled with many books.

There were books on topics such as travel photography, literature, science, and modern novels. The bulk of them were on psychology, jewelry designing, and appraisal books. There were also a few parenting books and children’s storybooks. The classification was really mixed, especially those on psychology. Most of them were original copies: some in English and some in French.

“You learnt jewelry design when you were in the Paris College of Art.”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you become a jewelry appraiser instead of a jewelry designer?” The many jewelry collection books on her bookshelf fully showed her love for it.