Chapter 122 Don't cook for me anymore.
It did rain tonight, just as expected.
Sang Qian sat in a booth by the floor-to-ceiling window of a Western restaurant, gazing absently at the sudden downpour outside.
Several pedestrians without umbrellas were running desperately in the rain, which relentlessly lashed at them.
The rain didn't fall on Sang Qian's body, but it seemed to pour down on her heart, just like the appearance of Jin's mother today and the words she said, which made her suddenly realize the truth.
Her increasingly harmonious relationship with Jin Changyu lately has made her lose her sense of place.
They forgot that they were supposed to uphold that insurmountable boundary.
Outside, chaos reigned, but inside the restaurant, all was peaceful, with only melodious music playing.
Sang Qian didn't touch the set meal on the table; she just kept silently looking out the window.
After an unknown amount of time, a hurried and familiar sound of footsteps suddenly reached my ears.
The sound of leather shoes stopped beside her.
Sang Qian turned her head and looked at Jin Changyu, who was already standing in front of her.
How did you know I was here?
An hour ago, Jin Changyu called her many times, but she didn't answer. He also sent her many messages, but she didn't read them. She only replied with one message: "I'm having dinner at Dahai and Luoluo's house tonight. I'll be home late. Don't disturb me."
Filled with anxiety and nervousness, Jin Changyu suppressed his surging emotions and answered her question first, "I called Dahai, and he said he was on a business trip in another city today and no one was home."
Even without asking about the sea, he knew where she was, because she was being protected by bodyguards.
It wasn't difficult for him to find out her whereabouts.
Sang Qian remained silent and looked away.
She didn't actually go to find Dahai and the others; she just wanted to find a quiet place to sit alone for a while, which is why she lied to him.
"I'm sorry, Qianqian, I didn't know my mom would come to our house and cause trouble. I've already asked them to leave..."
“You don’t need to apologize.” Sang Qian looked at him calmly. “That was your home, it’s normal for your family to come looking for you.”
Her tone held no anger or blame; in fact, her attitude was extremely indifferent.
But the quieter she was, the more anxious and uneasy Jin Changyu felt.
"Shallowly".
He was a little flustered, so he simply knelt down in front of her and took her hand, which was resting on her knee. "It's not like that. That's your home too. I promise you, I will never let anyone into your home without your permission again..."
"Jin Changyu".
Sang Qian gently interrupted him, pushing away his hand that was holding hers. "I'm really not angry. You don't need to do this, and you don't need to have any unpleasantness with your family because of me."
"Just tell her not to bother me anymore. After all, I can't be as accommodating to her as before. She was rude to me, so I won't be polite to her."
So in the past... she always silently tolerated it.
Jin Changyu felt a pang of heartache, his voice slightly choked, "Okay, there won't be a next time."
Noticing the guests at the next table looking this way, and then seeing the man in an expensive suit kneeling on one knee in front of her, Sang Qian quickly said:
"Stand up and speak."
"……good."
Jin Changyu stood up and saw the food in front of her, which she seemed to have not touched.
"Is the food here not to your liking? How about we go home now and I'll cook for you? I didn't have time to go to the supermarket, but we have some at home..."
"Jin Changyu".
Sang Qian shook her head at him, "Don't cook for me anymore."
Jin Changyu's heart tightened suddenly, and he stared at her in astonishment.
The person who offered to go grocery shopping with him not long ago is now not even letting him cook.
"I cook voluntarily..."
"If you really crave cooking, then cook your own portion. I'll just eat what Aunt Li makes."
Jin Changyu finally realized that she wasn't really angry, because her attitude towards him had returned to how it was right after their divorce: indifferent and distant.
I don't want to have anything to do with him.
Jin Changyu's heart churned with pain. He would rather she vent her anger on him, scold him, or hit him than see her treat him with such indifference and apathy.
He had just felt the distance between them shrink a little, but now she had retreated back to where she started.
Sang Qian looked away and saw that the rain outside had stopped.
She stood up, glanced at the untouched food on the table, and said, "I haven't touched it. If you haven't eaten yet and don't mind, you can finish your meal before you leave."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left.
How could Jin Changyu possibly stay behind to eat alone?
Seeing that she was about to leave, he quickly followed.
The two left the restaurant one after the other.
As the streetlights came on after the rain, the neon lights were shrouded in a misty fog, and when the wind blew, even breathing felt damp and chilly.
As soon as Sang Qian stood still, a warm suit jacket was placed on her.
She stiffened for a moment, then took the clothes off and handed them back to him, saying, "Thank you, I'm not cold."
Jin Changyu looked at the clothes she handed back, his eyes filled with sadness and dejection. "You won't even accept a piece of clothing now?"
Sang Qian's hand holding the clothes twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment, then she resolutely stuffed the clothes into his arms.
"yes."
She slowly raised her eyes to look at him, the lamplight reflecting off them and creating a glimmer of light. "So, please don't give me special treatment anymore, and don't be so nice to me. Let's not cross any lines, okay?"
His kindness was like poppy to her, something that made her fall into a state of silent, uncontrollable addiction.
It's impossible to guard against.
You know it's poisonous, but you still fall for it in a moment of carelessness.
This stuff is addictive and hard to quit.
Therefore, Sang Qian did not want to get close, and dared not touch it again.
The red advertising lights beside her shone on her face, making her eyes appear red.
Jin Changyu stiffly took the clothes, silently looking at her. After a thousand emotions swirled in his eyes, he forcibly suppressed the surging feelings, and finally said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
"I promise you I won't cross the line, but I hope you can promise me you won't deliberately avoid me, okay?"
Meeting those deep, dark eyes, Sang Qian secretly clenched her fingers, and finally nodded silently.
After that day, their relationship returned to normal.
They still eat three meals a day at the same table, but the food is all cooked by Aunt Li. Their daily WeChat chats have changed from discussing what to eat every day to not speaking at all. Only occasionally does Jin Changyu have a social engagement and he will report to her on WeChat.
After dinner, they no longer go out for a walk together to digest their food or sit in the living room to watch variety shows or read parenting books. Instead, they each go back to their rooms and do their own thing.
This situation lasted for about a week.
Around 10 a.m. that day, Sang Qian was reading in her room when her phone rang.
She picked it up and glanced at it; it was Jin's mother calling.
Frowning, Sang Qian hung up without hesitation and promptly added her number to her blacklist and deleted it.
Immediately afterwards, he put down his phone and continued reading his book.
A moment later, the phone rang again.
Sang Qian looked at her phone screen, her face filled with astonishment.
The person who called this time was—
Madam Jin?
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