Chapter Twenty
On Monday morning, Mo Wansheng left for Douceur without even meeting Huo Yuzheng.
She didn't want to see him.
The effects of the alcohol wore off overnight, and she was now completely sober.
Those impulses and tentative attempts turned into awkwardness.
She needs distance and work to dispel her inner unease.
The dessert shop was filled with the warm aroma of butter and fermentation, and the familiar environment made her feel a little at ease.
She opened the refrigerator, checked the ingredients, and processed the new weekend reservations.
Inside the villa, when Huo Yuzheng went downstairs, he noticed that the door to the master bedroom was open as he passed by.
Mo Wansheng is not here.
He walked to the restaurant, where Sister Wang had already set out breakfast.
"Has Madam eaten?"
"My wife got up very early today and left home half an hour ago after finishing breakfast."
"I understand," he said calmly.
Sure enough, she hid.
She hid herself away in her own little world.
Being busy can make you forget some things.
But it's always too short-lived.
During her midday nap, Mo Wansheng leaned against the sofa in the lounge, but Huo Yuzheng's deep and restrained eyes kept appearing in her mind.
Mo Wansheng straightened up, trying to shake off these chaotic thoughts.
She looked a little dazed in the mirror. She turned on the tap, filled it with cold water, and splashed it on her face.
Water droplets slid down her cheeks as she looked up at herself in the mirror.
She shouldn't have hesitated like this because of him.
When had she ever felt so guilty about someone before?
This isn't like her.
Mo Wansheng took a deep breath, wiped away the water droplets, and rallied her spirits.
When she finished work in the afternoon, she sent a message to the housekeeper in advance.
"Uncle Huang, I'm not going back to the suburban villa today. Don't bother preparing dinner for me."
Since he doesn't go back much anyway, she wanted to stay in her apartment for a while to have some peace and quiet.
She returned to Jingyuan, the place where she had lived alone before.
It's very close to the dessert shop, which is very convenient.
Huo Yuzheng, however, returned to the suburban villa. After hearing from the housekeeper that Mrs. Huo was not coming back, he sent her a message.
"Not coming back today?"
"I'm not coming back."
She didn't add anything further.
She didn't go back for the next week.
She would tell the housekeeper every day that she wouldn't be going home that night, and the housekeeper would then tell Huo Yuzheng.
He thought that perhaps she really needed some peace and quiet.
Aside from sending her a message on the first day, I haven't said a single extra word to her this past week.
There were no questions, no urging.
Fine, Mo Wansheng stopped thinking about it.
In the first few days, she would occasionally turn on her phone screen and then turn it off.
That was an inexplicable expectation deep in my heart.
She thought he would ask her if she would come back, just like he had done at the beginning.
But it turned out she was just overthinking it.
She stopped waiting and tossed her phone onto the coffee table in the living room.
Turn on the computer in the gaming room and send a message to "Blueberry Cake".
"Hey bro, bro! Shall we play Go?"
"I haven't played in a long time, and my skills have gotten rusty. When I logged in, my rank had dropped significantly."
Blueberry cake: "Okay."
Mo Wansheng put on her headphones, looking refreshed.
"Master, master! Carry me!"
Compared to Huo Yuzheng, the game is undoubtedly more important.
"Right rear."
"leave."
"Behind me".
In the first game, "Blueberry Cake" did not join the battle, but observed Mo Wansheng's operation and gave her the most accurate judgment of the enemy on the screen.
His reaction was undoubtedly swift.
In that game, Mo Wansheng won the MVP award, and she couldn't help but hum a little tune.
"Master, master, I'm getting into it, carry me!"
"You need to listen carefully to the footsteps."
"Yes, sir!"
The direction of footsteps often indicates the direction of the enemy.
The quickest way to identify an enemy is by ear, not by sight.
Positioning, emergency stop, recoil control.
Mo Wansheng's left and right hands coordinated more and more perfectly.
"Blueberry Cake" helped her win five games in a row.
Her technique was even better than hers; it was truly an art form.
While others might need several shots to hit their target, "Blueberry Cake" always kills with a single, decisive shot—speed, accuracy, and precision.
Most people have naturally shaky hands, and Mo Wansheng couldn't believe how steady her hand must be to produce such marksmanship. Practice is one aspect, but talent is also very important.
Before they knew it, the two had lost track of time.
By the time I was feeling a bit tired, it was almost midnight.
"This guy is absolutely amazing!"
"generally."
"I haven't had this much fun playing games in ages. Let me tell you, lately my fiancé and I have been dealing with a lot of things, it's really giving me a headache."
"What's wrong now?"
During this week, Mo Wansheng thought a lot and searched online a lot.
This has happened twice already, and Huo Yuzheng remains unmoved.
Besides, he kissed her that night.
She made peace with herself and directed more questions toward Huo Yuzheng.
Either he absolutely loathed her, but it wouldn't be to that extent.
Or perhaps he's simply incapable.
"Let me tell you, my marriage partner might be indifferent."
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"I really should have gotten a premarital checkup beforehand. Looking back now, I guess the reason he married me must be because he has fertility problems."
The chat box kept showing "typing" at the top, but no message was sent.
Clearly, "blueberry cake" didn't want to continue the topic.
Sure enough, not a single stranger could continue the conversation.
She didn't know what Huo Yuzheng was thinking, whether he really had this reason, or whether he was hiding this reason.
She was always guessing because he never told her.
Mo Wansheng moved to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the city's dazzling prosperity.
In the darkness, thousands of lights shine.
But there was no lamp that he and she shared.
She laughed self-deprecatingly, a bittersweet feeling welling up in her nose.
She picked up her phone from the coffee table.
The screen lit up again.
It's been six days already, and tomorrow is Sunday.
The two people's messages remained at the brief two sentences from Monday night.
"Not coming back today?"
"I'm not coming back."
He had forgotten her existence.
Mo Wansheng, slightly angry, opened her secondary WeChat account and continued to send messages to "Blueberry Cake".
She jabbed her fingertips hard at the phone screen, venting her pent-up resentment through the virtual world.
"Sometimes, he's like a mute."
"I don't know what he's thinking."
"When I'm working, I'm just a pure robot."
In reality, she never argued with him.
However, she couldn't help but complain about his existence to a stranger.
Such venting is more pathetic than arguing.
After sending those messages, she didn't think much of it and went to sleep.
Early Sunday morning, the doorbell rang in the apartment building.
Mo Wansheng yawned and reluctantly got out of bed.
She turned on her phone; it was only 8:30. She had originally planned to sleep in.
I wonder who's so clueless so early in the morning.
I slipped on my slippers and wobbled to the entrance.
She gently rubbed her sleepy eyes; the world was still hazy.
Until my gaze fell upon the surveillance footage at the door.
The person in the surveillance footage startled her.
It was him, Huo Yuzheng!
My mind, which was not very clear before, suddenly became clear.
Why would he come?
Should she open the door or not?
Mo Wansheng quickly tidied her messy hair, glanced down at her crookedly worn pajamas, and re-buttoned the wrong buttons.
The doorbell rang again, as if urging her to respond.
She took a deep breath and reassured herself, "It's not my fault, it's okay, it's okay..."
With a click, the door opened.
"What's wrong?" Mo Wansheng asked, feigning composure.
Huo Yuzheng calmly replied, "It's nothing."
She couldn't help but mutter, "What are you doing here if there's nothing wrong?"
"When does Mrs. Huo plan to move back to the suburban villa?" Huo Yuzheng frankly revealed the purpose of his visit.
Mo Wansheng snorted softly, leaned against the door frame, and said lazily, "Mr. Huo, it's alright if I don't go back, is it?"
"Anyway, you don't go back much, and besides, we don't live together."
She raised her eyes, her tone light and casual, "After a week, I think it's fine that I live in my territory and you live in yours."
“There’s absolutely no need for us to go back to the suburban villa. It would be a waste of my time and yours.”
"Waste?" For some reason, Huo Yuzheng's calm voice carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.
But Mo Wansheng didn't think there was anything wrong with her, even though she had tried very hard to approach him.
"Hmm, don't you think it's a waste of time? Mr. Huo, you're so busy. Since we don't have a closer relationship, and we're just getting what we need, there's no need for us to live in the same villa."
"But I never said that we were separated after marriage."
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Mo Wansheng's lips.
"Mr. Huo, what you're saying isn't quite right."
“Even before, you only came back occasionally. I went back to the suburban villa every day. It was just a luxury hotel where you occasionally stayed, right?”
"There's no love between us, so it can't be called a family."
She knew he couldn't go back because he was too busy, but she was still very angry with him.
Being rational is one thing, but feeling wronged is another.
She was angry that he hadn't sent her any greetings for six whole days after she stopped coming back.
It seems that her existence is truly insignificant.
“I know, Mr. Huo, you’re busy. But I don’t need to do what you can’t do.”
“You don’t go back often anyway, so next time you don’t go back, I’ll go back to the suburban villa. We’ll travel at different times, so there will always be people around.”
She unleashed all the pent-up grievances and anger she had been suppressing for so long.
Huo Yuzheng simply stood quietly at the door, listening to every word she uttered and every accusation she made.
He didn't argue, he didn't interrupt, his deep gaze remained fixed on her, accepting everything.
Mo Wansheng continued talking until she got tired and her voice lowered.
The hallway fell silent again, save for the sound of slightly hurried breathing.
At this moment, Huo Yuzheng slowly took out his phone and tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips.
The next second, Mo Wansheng's phone vibrated slightly in her hand.
She looked down and saw a WeChat message from him. There were no extra words, just a simple string of numbers.
"The apartment's password."
Mo Wansheng was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt.
"What's this?"
"Then come stay at my apartment with me. You've been there before. It's just not as comfortable as a villa in the suburbs."
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