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I sent him back to the company, watching his figure disappear into the elevator, and only then did I feel a wave of sourness spreading throughout my body.
This person I had never met had already influenced me too much, even turning my accommodating nature upside down. In the past, no matter what Xiao Minxing said, I dared not confront him openly; at most, I would mutter a few words in my heart. But today, the things I said, although somewhat insincere, undoubtedly provoked the anger of this tyrant.
I could hardly imagine how he would treat me next, but no matter what, I had to find a way to quickly understand what kind of woman this was.
I called Mina and asked her in detail about Xiao Minxing's situation that night.
She confessed, "It wasn't me who saw it; it was a friend. The matter about his ex-girlfriend was also told by him."
I was anxious and hurriedly asked, "What kind of friend? Can I meet him?"
Mina hesitated for a moment on the other end but still cautiously advised me, "Anan, actually none of this is important. No matter who he is with, it will ultimately be bad for you. There's no point in chasing after this woman."
"I know, I just want to understand a bit more. Maybe this time I'll really give up?"
Perhaps Mina thought the same way, so she helped me arrange to meet her friend.
When we finally met, I realized it was Su Qian.
My feelings became quite complicated all of a sudden; I didn't know how to start the conversation. Instead, he looked at me apologetically and said, "Miss Qiu, I'm really sorry. I didn't know that my small action would cause you such great trouble."
I felt awkward and wanted to smile at him but ultimately couldn't manage it. Instead, I said uneasily, "How can this be your fault? It was my family that had issues first."
Su Qian fell silent for a few seconds. When he looked up at me again, his gaze was bright and clear, and his voice was very sincere: "Although I've only met Miss Qiu twice, I can still sense that you are a pure and kind girl. After saying this matter, I felt very guilty and regretful. A woman like you deserves to be cherished by a man; no one should hurt you for any reason."
I was quite astonished—not only by his words but also by how I felt upon hearing them.
Words like pure, kind, and cherished had been erased from my dictionary since the day I married Xiao Minxing. Instead, what I heard most were terms like deceiver and misfortune—words that made it impossible for me to feel happy.
Regardless of Su Qian's true intentions in saying these words, at this moment they stirred mixed emotions within me. I was grateful that someone reminded me that there are still such beautiful things in this world.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him again; it felt as if I saw the boy who once sat with me under the sunset many years ago.
Regarding Xiao Minxing, he didn't say much, not even a word about his ex-girlfriend. In fact, by the end, I felt too embarrassed to ask any further.
I always felt that pressing him about a man's infidelity in front of him made me seem like a shrew and a resentful woman.
After leaving the café, I realized that it had gotten dark without me noticing, and the streetlights were already on. I nearly gasped when I saw the time on my mobile phone.
Xiao Minxing had been off work for an hour.
I didn’t dare to say much to Su Qian and hurriedly drove back to Zhi Xing. Unfortunately, this was during rush hour, and the roads were filled with people and cars, making every stretch of road unbearably congested.
The more anxious I felt, the slower the car seemed to move. Everything around me was irritating. I initially thought about calling him to explain the situation but feared that it might remind him of my negligence. What if he lost track of time while working overtime? Then when I got home, wouldn’t I just be inviting a scolding?
I could only console myself with hope, but that mindset crumbled the moment I saw Xiao Minxing.
He was standing at the entrance of Zhi Xing Company, holding a laptop bag, completely still like a statue.
His face showed no expression, and his gaze seemed frozen as he stared directly at me as I approached.
I stopped two meters away from him, truly afraid to take another step forward or even look into his eyes; I could almost imagine the storm brewing.
He walked down the steps and passed right in front of me like a cold wind sweeping through without saying a word before getting into his car.
It took me a few seconds to react; I hurriedly climbed into the car from the other side, secretly relieved. After fastening my seatbelt, I focused intently on the road ahead.
All the way home, he didn’t say a single word, and I didn’t dare to breathe loudly. Once we parked, I rushed to cook since it was already quite late. Afraid he might get too hungry and take it out on me, I quickly boiled some noodles, stir-fried two simple dishes, and then fried two eggs.
After finishing all this, I stepped out thinking he might still be upstairs taking a shower and craned my neck to look up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently caught sight of someone sitting in a dark corner of the living room. Who else could it be but Xiao Minxing?
He hadn’t turned on the living room lights and sat there quietly, almost blending into the night. If I were standing in a well-lit area, I wouldn’t have noticed anyone there; yet he could see straight into the kitchen.
I don't know how long he had been sitting there, but the moment I saw him, the air suddenly became unusually delicate. He slowly straightened up and walked over.
As he moved from the shadows into the light, his figure was gradually illuminated. His handsome features and imposing demeanor were hard to ignore, but the only discordant note was the anger on his face, mixed with an indescribable sense of loneliness.
After he sat down, he didn't look at me and simply said, "Eat."
I had indeed prepared enough for two people because I went out with Su Qian in the afternoon. Although we had some desserts and coffee, that wasn't a proper meal. Now, seeing his expression, I had lost my appetite.
Xiao Minxing was not polite at all. Seeing that I was standing still, his gaze turned much sharper, and his words became harsher: "What's wrong? Weren't you quite talkative this afternoon? What are you afraid of now? If you're going to charge forward stubbornly, then just bear it. You're nothing but a greedy con artist; what dignity do you have?"
He knew exactly where my weaknesses lay and could always strike me down with just a few words. No matter how angry I felt inside, I could only suppress it.
Before I could finish my noodles, he stood up and coldly said, "Come to my room," before heading upstairs first.
My hand froze in mid-air as the noodles I had lifted slipped back into the bowl. I sat there for a long time without daring to move.
It wasn't until his footsteps completely faded away that I slowly regained my composure.
I figured he must be looking to settle accounts with me. Recently, my actions must have seemed like a major rebellion in his eyes. The fact that he ignored me might be because he was too busy or perhaps due to the return of his ex-girlfriend; he probably didn't have much energy left to pay attention to me.
Thinking about this made my heart ache again. I closed my eyes and encouraged myself; what was meant to come would come eventually. Let it be.
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