Back at the villa, Jiang Huaixu got out of the car and lifted Zhuzhu from the child seat.
Just as he was about to carry her into the house, Zhuzhu started to struggle in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Huaixu put her down on the ground and crouched to look at her.
Zhuzhu shook her head and reached out to hold his hand.
Only then did Jiang Huaixu stand up and lead her forward. After walking a couple of steps, Zhuzhu suddenly stopped and turned to look at the person following behind.
Xu Chunian quickened her pace. With one of Zhuzhu's hands in a cast, the three of them walked in step before Zhuzhu continued on her way.
The streetlights outside the villa cast long shadows of the three of them.
After returning, Zhuzhu was carried by the maid to take a bath. Little Zhuzhu, who was not yet three years old, could already go to sleep obediently on her own. Lying in bed, with just a small bedside lamp left on, she wouldn't be afraid.
Xu Chunian carried the medicine box and pushed open the door of the baby's room. Zhuzhu was lying with her back to the window.
Xu Chunian lifted the quilt and looked at her knee. The place where she had fallen last night had already turned into a purple bruise, and the scraped area had scabbed over.
After applying some medicine, she quietly left the bedroom. After she closed the door, the little figure on the bed moved. She sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and stared blankly at her knee. She looked dazedly at the door and then obediently lay back down under the quilt, grabbing the little pig plush toy beside her.
When Xu Chunian went downstairs to put away the medicine box, the study on the second floor happened to open. Her heart skipped a beat. To be honest, right after confessing her love to him, she woke up to find that he was already her husband. No matter how you looked at it, it was really strange. Even when she was chasing him before, she had created all kinds of chance encounters and asked about his well-being. At that time, although Jiang Huaixu was cold, he wasn't this讨厌她. When he first saw her yesterday, it was as if they had been married for too long, and time had smoothed out their passionate love, leaving only exhaustion and a compromise with life.
As soon as Jiang Huaixu opened the door, he saw Xu Chunian hesitating at the top of the stairs. Since yesterday, her behavior had been very unusual, whether it was towards Zhuzhu or the bowl of hot soup she had served him tonight. He pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly. A bowl of soup had almost broken down his psychological defenses.
The lights in the corridor weren't too bright, but shining on her, her exposed skin was like white porcelain. Xu Chunian's beauty wasn't aggressive at all. She had a very pleasant appearance, especially her eyes, which were very beautiful, as if they could speak, always filled with a pool of water. Zhuzhu had completely inherited her eyes.
Surrounded by the dark shadow, Xu Chunian finally looked up. The dim corridor lights shone on Jiang Huaixu's tall and slender figure. His facial features, even in the soft light, were sharp and cold, though not very clearly defined.
He seemed to frown slightly. "Why are you crying?"
Xu Chunian was stunned for a moment. She raised her hand to touch her cheek and felt it was wet.
Why was she crying?
Jiang Huaixu looked at her with deep, distant eyes, and there were emotions in his gaze that she couldn't understand. Even during the years when she was chasing him, she had never seen such a cold look in his eyes when they fell on her.
"You're so mean." She complained.
Jiang Huaixu pursed his lips and suddenly sneered. "I've said it. No matter what tricks or games you play, you can forget about getting a divorce."
With that, he slightly stepped aside and brushed past her as he went downstairs. Xu Chunian called out to him, "Jiang Huaixu!"
"I won't divorce you, and I'll also take good care of Zhuzhu."
The man paused for a moment, didn't say anything more, and walked straight downstairs.
Xu Chunian pursed her lips. He didn't want to get divorced but was still putting on an act.