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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
As I opened the window, I realized it had rained lightly during the night, and the air was filled with the scent of damp earth.
I acted as if nothing had happened and got up as usual to prepare breakfast for Shen Mo. For three years, he often worked tirelessly, neglecting his health to the point that his stomach issues recurred frequently. The worst incident left him in the hospital for more than half a month. During that time, I stayed by his side without leaving for even a moment.
Doctors and nurses praised him for being lucky to have such a caring wife. Yet he sat silently on the hospital bed, his gaze calm and unruffled. When it was just the two of us, he finally spoke, "You really don't have to spend every day here with me."
Perhaps sensing my disappointment, he added, "It’s too hard on you."
"It's not hard at all," I replied lightly, trying to sound carefree. How could taking care of someone I loved be considered a burden?
After Shen Mo was discharged from the hospital, I specifically created a diet plan for him to help with his stomach issues. Every morning, I prepared a variety of breakfasts for him. Over time, many things gradually became habits—like waking up early and cooking.
Perhaps when love falters in one area, it flourishes in another. The Director of Xingya Group suddenly called, informing me that the necklace I had designed previously had won a Golden Award and wanted to discuss further collaboration.
Just as we were discussing the cooperation plan, a tall man pushed the door open without warning.
"Miss Xia, right?" He assessed me with an appraising gaze that made me uncomfortable.
Despite this, I responded politely, "May I ask who you are?"
His tone was slightly provocative as he replied, "I'm Lu Mingze, a friend of Nana."
"I've heard much about you, Miss Xia," he paused deliberately before adding with an air of disdain, "and you’re... not that impressive."
I frowned slightly; his otherwise handsome face appeared particularly irritating at that moment.
"Hello, Mr. Lu. What kind of person I am is none of your concern, nor do I need your evaluation." My tone was calm, yet it concealed an underlying sharpness.
"Your disrespectful words don't seem very wise," he replied.
I expected him to retort, but to my surprise, he simply stared at me for a moment before turning and leaving.
Xing Ya's Director quickly explained that Lu Mingze was the chairman's son. Although he appeared unruly, he was actually righteous and quite dependable.
At the dinner table, waves of sadness surged within me. Typically someone who abstained from alcohol, I found myself unusually accepting every toast, downing one spicy drink after another.
Ting Ting looked worried, hesitating several times to speak but ultimately choosing silence.
Before long, I collapsed onto the table, completely unconscious.
In a daze, I found myself back on the day of the wedding.
Shen Mo stood before everyone, passionately promising me, "I will love you forever, for a lifetime, never leaving or forsaking you."
The next morning, I woke up in my bed at home, my throat dry as if it were on fire.
Struggling to sit up, I unsteadily made my way to the living room.
Shen Mo was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, flipping through a book.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden halo over his handsome profile.
Noticing me come out, he glanced up slightly and said, "You're awake? Take me to your studio later."
I stood frozen in place; after three years of marriage, he had never set foot in my studio. What was different today?
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