One uneventful night passed, and on Monday, Song Xiaoru went to work early.
Song Xiaodong, however, didn't get out of bed until after eight. The breakfast Song Xiaoru had prepared for him was still warm in the pot, simple as it was, it tasted even better than anything from a five-star hotel.
No matter how luxurious it might be living outside, nothing compares to this little "doghouse" they called home.
For the next two days, he just stayed at home, didn't go anywhere, lying in bed all day, reading novels—it was its own kind of bliss.
But he was never someone who could stay put for long. The first couple of days felt alright, but by the third day, he couldn't stand being at home anymore.
His phone rang—it was Miao Qingqing calling.
"Hey, can you take out that needle now?"
"Oh, it's been three days, so yes, I can."
"But I'm scared to do it myself."
"Scared? Why not just hire someone? Your family is loaded. Wouldn't it be easy to find a nurse to come over and do it for you?"
