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Back at the villa, Jiang Huaixu got out of the car and carried Zhuzhu out of the child seat.
He was about to carry her home, but Zhuzhu started to struggle in his arms.
“What’s wrong?” Jiang Huaixu put her down on the ground and squatted down to look at her.
Zhuzhu shook her head and reached out to take his hand.
Jiang Huaixu stood up and pulled her forward. They walked a couple of steps, but Zhuzhu suddenly stopped and turned to look at the person following behind.
Xu Chunian quickened her pace. Zhuzhu had one hand in a cast, and the three of them walked in step before Zhuzhu continued walking.
The streetlights outside the villa stretched their shadows long.
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After Zhuzhu came back, the Servant carried her to take a bath. Zhuzhu, not yet three years old, was able to sleep on her own. She lay in bed, and with a small bedside lamp on, she wasn’t afraid.
Xu Chunian carried the medicine cabinet and pushed open the door to the baby’s room. Zhuzhu was lying with her back to the window.
Xu Chunian lifted the blanket and looked at her knee. The place where she had fallen last night had turned into a purple bruise, and the scraped area had scabbed over.
She applied some medicine and quietly left the room. After she closed the door, the little person in the bed stirred, sat up, threw off the blanket, and stared at her knee. She looked dazedly at the doorway, then obediently lay back down in the blanket, clutching the pig doll next to her.
As Xu Chunian went downstairs to put away the medicine cabinet, the study on the second floor opened. Her heart tightened. To be honest, she had just confessed to him, and then she woke up as his wife. It was strange no matter how you looked at it.
Even when she was chasing him before, she had created all sorts of chance encounters and showered him with attention. Back then, Jiang Huaixu was cold, but he wasn’t as averse to her as he was now. When he looked at her yesterday, it was like… they had been married for too long, and time had smoothed out their passionate love, leaving only weariness and compromise with life.
As soon as Jiang Huaixu opened the door, he saw Xu Chunian standing hesitantly at the top of the stairs. Her behavior had been strange since yesterday, whether it was towards Zhuzhu or the hot soup she served him tonight. He chuckled wryly to himself. A bowl of soup had almost broken down his mental defenses.
The hallway lights weren’t very bright, but they cast a glow on her, making her exposed skin look like white porcelain. Xu Chunian’s beauty was not aggressive, it was comfortable, especially her eyes, which were beautiful, like they could speak, always filled with a pool of water. Zhuzhu’s eyes were a perfect inheritance from her.
Xu Chunian only looked up when she was enveloped in shadow. The dim hallway light illuminated Jiang Huaixu’s tall figure. His features, not entirely clear, were sharp and cold, even under the soft light.
He seemed to frown. “What are you crying about?”
Xu Chunian was taken aback. She reached out and touched her cheek, feeling dampness.
Why was she crying?
Jiang Huaixu looked at her, his gaze deep, distant, and filled with an emotion she couldn’t understand. Even when she was chasing him for years, she had never seen such a cold look in his eyes.
“You’re so mean.” She accused.
Jiang Huaixu pursed his lips and suddenly sneered. “I said, no matter what tricks you use or what games you play, you’re not getting a divorce.”
He stepped aside slightly, brushing past her and going downstairs. Xu Chunian called out to him. “Jiang Huaixu!”
“I won’t divorce you. I’ll take good care of Zhuzhu too.”
The man paused for a moment, but didn’t say anything else. He continued walking downstairs.
Xu Chunian rolled her eyes. He doesn’t want a divorce, but he’s still putting on airs.