Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Do I really look that heartless to force a divorce on you even when you are clearly hurt?
“Well, why don’t you have a rest? I’ll make you something.”
Huo Chen sank into the couch nearby as he closed his eyes. Wen He beckoned at the janitor lady as she lead her into the kitchen. In an hour, she made the perfect claypot porridge for Huo Chen under the janitor’s assistance.
She brought it to Huo Chen but he did not seem to have the appetite.
She snorted and scooped a full spoon of it. She pressed it next to his lips, “Open your mouth or I’ll force it in.” Huo Chen opened his eyes, stared at her for the next few seconds, “Just go home. I’m fine.” His tone was flatter than ever.
Yeah right, super fine. So fine that you decided to play as the statue next to your mother’s tomb for the whole day.
The spoon was not retracted, “I’ll go after you have finished this.”
Huo Chen frowned like a little kid next to the dining table. He still took his first scoop of porridge eventually. Having won the staring contest, Wen He sighed in relief as she fed him the next spoon. In no time, the porridge was finished.
“Now, can you leave?”
Wen He rolled her eyes and gasped furiously, “Do you really hate me that much? Fine! I’ll leave. Whatever!” Huo Chen watched the angry lady storming out of his room before collapsing onto the sofa.
I don’t hate you. It’s just I don’t want you to see the worst side of me…
Wen He slammed the door shut and stampeded down the stairs with the janitor lady trying to calm her down.
That’s it. I’ll never see this guy again! Jesus!
And the next day, she came promptly before Huo Chen’s alarm clock rang with a tray of dishes in her grip. She wondered how she managed to keep up with that.
Nevertheless, Huo Chen took her food instantly.
They did not exchange conversation and Wen He left after washing the dishes.
The pair spent the next few days exactly in such a manner.
It was until one night when Wen He saw nobody inside the apartment. She ran downstairs and grabbed the janitor lady, “Where did he go?” And she ran back to the balcony next to the bedroom. The man was sitting over fence of polished marble with a bottle of wine in his hand.
What does he think he’s doing?! Give me that!
She snatched the bottle back and threw it to the ground. The bottle shattered with a dramatic shriek as the brownish fluid tainted the marble floor. Huo Chen lifted his eyes upon her, “I’m not drunk.”
He only took half a bottle of the 8.0% concentrated wine. It was nothing much. It was a relieving sight when Wen He saw the consciousness in Huo Chen’s expression as she sat next to him over the fence. The wind was strong and cold at night. She sneezed, grabbed her body tight before the man wrapped her with his arm. It was natural for her to then lean against his warm, rock-hard chest, “Huo Chen,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“Are you happy to see me alive here?” She wanted to ask this for the past 20 chapters.
“Yeah, of course.”
Wen He giggled as she looked back at him expressively.
“You know, I can finally feel what you felt back then. The kind of feeling where you have to stay strong, stay alive, live long enough just to see the person again.”
The words caused Huo Chen’s smile to twitch.
Wen He was important to Huo Chen. The same for Huo Chen towards her.
He could never force her. She could never force him either.
Huo Chen lowered his eyes to her face. Her dark eyes captured his reflection like his soul. There was a splash of sympathy in him.
He kissed, gently kissed, like a lion taking care of its lioness.
