Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Did he just use a calm and peaceful tone to talk to me… Cheng Qingchong, who didn’t dare to look at Qin Yinan, slowly raised her head.
Other than exhaustion, there was no trace of derision and disgust on the man’s face that she was most afraid of. The man’s face that looked at her was gentle and friendly, so very similar to the man she had first met and had slowly fallen in love with.
Cheng Qingchong lost her train of thought, looking at Qin Yinan. She didn’t even dare to move, afraid that the smallest of movement might shatter this treasured illusion and the man’s gentleness would turn out to be a façade hiding a sting of venom.
Qin Yinan was confused by the look Cheng Qingchong directed his way. He blinked several times in confusion before telling her in a slow and sincere voice, “Thank you.”
He stood where he was for a while before walking around the tray on the floor to walk toward the bathroom. When the light at the bathroom flitted on and the door closed, it was then that Cheng Qingchong recovered herself.
Did he just use a friendly tone to talk to me? And not only once but twice? Even though the second sentence was just a simple thank you? Am I dreaming? Cheng Qingchong pinched the inside of her leg, and her brows furrowed from the sudden shot of pain. She almost yelped out from pain.
So I’m not dreaming. He really did do all those things… An excitement ravaged Cheng Qingchong’s body like pouring rain, causing a fog to cover her eyes instantly. Her heart started to race, and her lips curved upwards involuntarily. Before she could stop herself, tears slid down the side of her face.
Cheng Qingchong rearranged her emotions when she heard the toilet flush. She rushed to the study door, bent over to pick up the tray, and headed into the study. Before she reached the desk, Qin Yinan had already stepped into the room.
His desk was filled with all kinds of documents, so it took Cheng Qingchong a long time before she managed to find an empty space to put the tray down. Then she turned to look at Qin Yinan.
He was still as gentle as before; there was no sign of anger or displeasure. Even so, Cheng Qingchong still felt quite unsettled. She merely looked at him once before lowering her head hurriedly. She bit on her lower lip and uttered softly, “Remember to finish the supper while it’s hot; it won’t taste so nice when it’s cold.”
“Okay.” Qin Yinan nodded and pulled out the chair to sit on it. His kind reaction reduced the fear in Cheng Qingchong’s heart. As he sat down, she quickly moved the plate of Tang Nuan before him and even handed him a spoon.
When they first got married, it was not unusual for him to work until late at night. She would prepare various kinds of dishes and send them to his study. However, at the time, she was braver than she was now. She wouldn’t place them quietly by the door but walk right into the room with the food. If he was busy, she would wait quietly by the side, and if he wasn’t, she would personally serve him the food like she did just now.
Qin Yinan looked at the spoon Cheng Qingchong handed to him and was blank for a moment before he was himself again.
When he raised his hand to take the spoon, his eyes met her clear eyes that look at him. He caught a flash of fear in her eyes, probably because she was still afraid of him.
