The noble Mr. Sheng had never been to the tube-shaped building with mottled walls.

Su Yun lives on the seventh floor. There is no elevator, and the corridor is covered with dense advertisements and various graffiti.

The dim light cast the figures of the two people on the wall, like huge monsters.

He walked upstairs and saw Su Yun's exquisite evening dress swaying gently on the stairs.

She would rather live here than move back to the garden villa.

Sheng Huai felt more and more upset.

Su Yun stood at the door and looked back at him.

"What are you following me for?"

"I lost my car keys."

Su Yun sneered: "You are smart in making up lies."

The car keys were thrown in an arc through the corridor window.

Sheng Huai: “It’s lost now.”

There is no light on in the room. My mother is now accompanied by two special nurses, but my father still goes to watch over her every night.

Su Yun ignored him, changed into a beige home outfit, casually tied up her long hair with a clip, and went into the kitchen.

She also has to deliver meals to her parents in the morning.

Sheng Huai sat on a red plastic stool and watched the busy figures.

She was wearing an apron and moved very quickly. Soon, fragrance wafted from the kitchen.

Sheng Huai stood up, picked up a few unwashed bowls on the folding table and walked over to make small talk.

"Will you put these bowls in the sink or on the countertop?"

Su Yun glanced at him.

Failed to strike up a conversation.

He put his head closer to the casserole again, but because he was too tall, he hit his forehead hard on the range hood.

It hurts so much.

Sheng Huai gritted his teeth and endured it.

He decided to go to the living room to smoke.

As soon as I shook the cigarette box, a cold voice floated out from the kitchen: "No smoking in my house!"

His hands froze for a few seconds, then he stood up and leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching her clattering pots and pans inside.

Suddenly, I seemed to be back to the time when I just got married.

No matter how late she worked, Su Yun would rub her sleepy eyes to heat up a bowl of soup for him, and then chatter like a little sparrow about many trivial things.

In the end, he always ends the topic by saying, "Are you annoying?"

Later on, he was greeted by cold backs.

"Are you annoying?"

When he came to his senses, Su Yun was already standing in front of him holding a casserole, her eyes were cold.

"Sheng Huai, are you annoying?"

"It's late now, please respect yourself and leave my house."

Sheng Huai sneered, sat down on his own, opened the casserole and filled a bowl of soup: "I'm at my wife's family, what's the problem?"

The chicken soup, which was prepared in advance, was stewed till soft and tender. The red dates and glutinous rice stuffed in it melted in the mouth, and the soup surface was lightly oily under the yellow light.

Unfortunately, the bowl was taken away before I could even take a sip.

"This is for Mom and Dad."

Su Yun poured all the soup into the thermos and tightened it.

Not a drop was left for him.

Sheng Huai raised his eyebrows and said with a long tail tone: "Then I'm hungry too..."

Su Yun didn't even raise her head: "You can go back to Sheng's house and have whatever you want to eat."

He raised his head, his eyes falling on her pilling home clothes: "I want to eat what you cook."

Then he added: "I can pay for it."

The hand that was about to close the kitchen door stopped, Su Yun turned around to look at him, and smiled: "Sure, a bowl of noodles is 10,000 yuan."

The fried egg noodles she made were especially delicious, the noodles were chewy, the soup was rich, and the soft-boiled eggs were fried to perfection.

Of course Sheng Huai nodded without hesitation.

After transferring the money, she went into the kitchen happily.

After a few minutes, he came out holding a peeling enamel bowl.

"Please have your meal, Mr. Sheng. Your noodles are ready."

Sheng Huai picked up the chopsticks happily, but his expression turned a little ugly in an instant.

In the huge enamel bowl, there was a piece of instant noodle cake that was not fully soaked, and nothing else.

He threw down his chopsticks and said angrily: "Are you kidding me?!"

Su Yun looked innocent.

"What did I tease you about? Isn't this noodles?"

"Well... then there should be at least an egg, right? Throwing in two green vegetables is not too much, right?"

“That’ll cost extra!”

Sheng Huai: "..."

In the shadows downstairs, Jiang Zhi, wearing shaky high heels, looked up at the light coming from the window on the seventh floor.

She just watched Sheng Huai domineeringly press Su Yun under him, and then followed him upstairs.

But he wouldn't even let me hold his hand!

She thought that if she spread the gossip, Su Yun would definitely get hysterical and make a scene with him.

When the time comes, she will be more docile and sensible, and Sheng Huai will naturally think that she is the best.

But unexpectedly, Su Yun moved out of the Sheng residence that she had dreamed of living in without saying a word.

Mrs. Sheng, who was described in the media as an unsociable and sallow woman, was surprisingly gentle and calm after her husband had an affair and her family went bankrupt.

All this made Jiang Zhi feel uneasy.

She clenched her palms and stood in the wind for a long time, but Sheng Huai didn't come downstairs.

…

Sheng Huai finally finished the bowl of expensive instant noodles.

Su Yun patiently took the bowl he had eaten from and washed it.

He went to the corridor to light a cigarette, worried that he would be locked outside by Su Yun, with one leg hooked in the door frame.

After finishing a cigarette, Su Yun was still tidying up the kitchen.

He leaned against the door frame, watching Su Yun doing the housework skillfully, with his brows lowered, silent and gentle.

"You really are a perfect wife."

Su Yun stopped what she was doing and looked at him: "You are such a terrible husband!"

Under the light, there was no emotion in her eyes, and a few strands of hair hung down, covering the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Such a stubborn and cold look actually aroused Sheng Huai's desire to conquer.

He bent down and rubbed his head against her shoulder.

Su Yun's back was stiff.

She was furious, and the foamy enamel bowl was thrown back into the sink, making a dull sound in the silent night.

The person behind him remained unmoved and moved closer.

Her hands were held down by strong arms, and Sheng Huai leaned close to her ear and said, "Shall we go to the hospital together tomorrow?"

Su Yun understood what he meant.

As long as they agree, the next step is to go home together and pretend nothing happened in the past few months.

Seeing her silence, Sheng Huai's voice became gentler.

"Let's go buy some gifts for Mom first, and then have dinner together in the evening. How about French food?"

Su Yun used force to pry open his fingers one by one.

"Are you going to eat at that French restaurant where you and Jiang Zhi appeared on the magazine cover?"

"That's not what I meant. Jiang Zhi and I don't really have anything going on. She, like me, has never had motherly love since childhood, and..."

Sheng Huai considered it over and decided not to confess that he was briefly moved by Jiang Zhi's dancing in the moonlight.

He raised his hand to touch her delicate white face, wanting to kiss her eyes which were tinged with anger, but was slapped away.

"Sheng Huai!"

Su Yun's voice was cold and stern.

"Since you feel sorry for Miss Jiang's lack of motherly love."

"Then you can become her mother. Medical technology is quite advanced nowadays. I think it shouldn't be a difficult thing."

"But before that, you have to divorce me first. I'm not interested in being a stepfather."

The atmosphere that had just been created was shattered in an instant.

Sheng Huai paused, remained silent, stood there motionless, and was speechless.

At the same time, his cell phone rang.

Su Yun glanced at the caller ID and sneered.

"Mr. Sheng, your daughter called."