Chapter 78: I don't want to have your child. (This is a fabrication.)
Jin Zhao realized something, but he couldn't believe it.
How could that be? How could what he's thinking be true?
If it's true, then it's such a wonderful dream that he doesn't even dare to dream about it.
Jiang Xiliu noticed Jin Zhao's gaze and defensively put her hands in her pockets: "No more guessing. Whether you guess right or wrong, you're an idiot."
That's impossible.
Jin Zhao didn't believe that God would be so kind to him, and he didn't believe that Jiang Xiliu would be so kind to him either.
The market was nearby, and Jin Zhao had already decided what he wanted to buy on the way, so the two quickly returned to Yisile's house.
This place has changed a lot since the last time Jiang Xiliu came.
There are more potted plants on the coffee table, by the window, and on the cabinet, but due to the changing seasons, some of the withered leaves at the top are about to fall.
Jiang Xiliu casually plucked a withered leaf and said disdainfully, "This is ugly."
"Change it tomorrow." Jin Zhao followed her into the room.
Jin Zhao first put the meat and vegetables into the kitchen, then came out and found the air conditioner remote control that was hidden deep in the cabinet. He turned on all the air conditioners that were still working and turned the vents to the top. Only after doing all this did he start cooking.
The room temperature gradually rose. Jiang Xiliu pulled off her bright hat and took off her scarf, but the heavy down jacket she was wearing was the real culprit that made her feel so hot.
Her face was flushed from the heat, and she had to walk to the kitchen doorway to ask, "Jin Zhao, I'm so hot, please turn the air conditioner down."
Twenty-four degrees Celsius should be the most comfortable indoor temperature for people.
Jin Zhao's hands had just finished cutting chili peppers, so he didn't offer to help: "Take off your coat and you won't be hot."
Jiang Xiliu refused: "No, this is a carefully selected outfit. A girl's outfit cannot be ruined."
She was really hot; her forehead was damp.
Jin Zhao looked at her, then washed his hands and went outside, turning all the air conditioners to 16 degrees Celsius for warmth.
The cold air outside seeped into the house and quickly filled it, but the 16-degree warm air was still warm, and the indoor temperature was still warmer than the outdoor temperature.
Jiang Xiliu was generally satisfied.
She wiped the sweat from her brow, calmed herself for a while, then sat on a small stool with wheels and began running around the room.
She opened all the doors to the rooms that were originally closed.
She went in and came out, came out and went in again.
Judging from the noise, he seemed even busier than Jin Zhao, who was cooking.
After inspecting all the rooms, Jiang Xiliu slowly strolled to the kitchen doorway and said, "The room you're staying in now is too dark, I don't like it. Also, where did you find that ugly blue duvet cover on the bed? I saw the school's name on it."
"Those were issued by the school." Jin Zhao was silent for a while, then surrendered to the persistent look in someone's eyes. "I'll change them after dinner."
Having achieved her goal and feeling satisfied, Jiang Xiliu was finally tired. She slid her chair to the sofa and lay down lazily.
Jiang Xiliu was already very hungry when Jin Zhao finished preparing the meal.
She came on an empty stomach.
Because I was so hungry, I had no strength and didn't want to move.
"Jin Zhao, bring the dishes to the coffee table. I want to eat lying on the sofa." Jiang Xiliu rested her chin on the back of the sofa and bossed her ex-husband around with a sense of entitlement.
"I can't eat while lying on the sofa." Jin Zhao noticed that she was not happy, so he made up an excuse. "Besides, the coffee table is too low, and I have to bend over to pick up the food, which is inconvenient."
Jiang Xiliu selectively ignored his refusal and continued to make her demands as if it were her right: "There are my own bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard at Sile's house. Put my rice in there, half full first, so it will be easier to put the food into the bowl."
There's no way to eat on the sofa, especially since Jiang Xiliu is half-lying down and doesn't seem to be planning to sit up.
Eating while lying down can easily cause you to choke.
Jin Zhao stood in front of the half-filled dining table, looked at Jiang Xiliu, and said, "Come here, sit down, and I'll go find your own special bowl and chopsticks."
It would be a miracle if Jiang Xiliu listened.
Everyone around her does things according to her wishes, for fear of offending Jiang Xiliu, who is now emotionally sensitive.
So she insisted on eating on the sofa.
Jin Zhao stood there, locked in a stalemate with her.
In such quiet, the rumbling of my stomach was especially noticeable.
Jiang Xiliu heard her stomach growling. She touched it through her pocket and, as if she had suffered a great injustice, suddenly her round eyes turned red.
"You're not giving me food."
"You're deliberately trying to starve me to death."
When a fabricated charge was leveled against Jin Zhao, he was somewhat at a loss as he opened the cabinet to look for the bowls and chopsticks she had mentioned.
As Jin Zhao placed the exquisitely carved bowls and chopsticks under the tap to wash them, he couldn't quite process what was happening: all he was doing was asking her to sit down and eat, so why was she so upset?
That's a bit unreasonable.
Something's not quite right.
Finally, Jin Zhao tucked a cushion behind her, pulled the slumped woman up, and, at her direction, served her food and water.
Many times, the words were already on the tip of his tongue, but Jin Zhao stared at her slightly puffed-out cheeks and swallowed them back down.
Although Jiang Xiliu was very hungry, she ate slowly and carefully, glancing up every now and then. Whichever dish her gaze fell on, the next second, that dish would appear in her bowl.
Jiang Xiliu quickly finished her bowl of rice. She handed the bowl to Jin Zhao with a hint of reluctance, saying, "I can't eat anymore."
But his eyes and expression revealed that he wanted another bowl.
Jin Zhao glanced at her, then stood up and offered her half a bowl of rice.
Jiang Xiliu looked at the bowl of rice and awkwardly asked him, "Why are you serving me more rice? I already said I can't eat anymore."
"I made too much." Jin Zhao put the dish she had looked at several times into her bowl. "It will be a waste if you don't eat it."
The pampered young lady, completely oblivious to human suffering, nodded in a pretentious manner: "Alright, although I can't eat anymore, I really can't waste food, so I can only reluctantly help you."
The extra half bowl of rice was eaten clean.
Jiang Xiliu felt a little dizzy from the food. After finishing her meal, she started yawning and nodding her head, looking like she wanted to take a nap on the sofa.
Jin Zhao washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen garbage.
He walked to the sofa, squatted down, and placed one hand on the backless side to prevent Jiang Xiliu from falling.
He stared intently at her and asked, "Are we having a child?"
These words chased away Jiang Xiliu's drowsiness. She hurriedly sat up from the sofa, put her hands in her pockets, and looked as if she was hugging her stomach.
She tilted her head back, her large down jacket wrapping her up nicely. Jiang Xiliu denied it with a strong voice: "Rumors! This is a rumor!"
"Is the claim of having a child a rumor, or..." Jin Zhao's heart pounded, "Are we spreading rumors?"
Jiang Xiliu stretched her foot to reach for her shoe, slightly raised her chin, and said confidently, "I've just gotten a little rounder, that's all. You've already divorced me, I don't want to have a child with you. My child is mine, and I'm going to find a boyfriend. There are tons of people who like me, some are more obedient than you, and some cook better than you..."
She says whatever comes to mind, and some of her words seem completely unrelated, even contradictory.
Finally, she said loudly, "...I won't give you a New Year's gift, and I won't come to see you again."
After rambling on, Jiang Xiliu slapped away the arm blocking her way, strode towards the door, and slammed it shut.
They even forgot to take her hat and scarf.
Before the door was completely closed, Jin Zhao saw Ah Biao, who was guarding the door, follow him.
He sat down in the spot where Jiang Xiliu had just been sitting, and it seemed as if Jiang Xiliu's warmth was still lingering beneath him.
It's intense, but it doesn't last long.
He just sat there, motionless, until it got completely dark outside the window.
When the alarm clock that reminded him to take his medicine every day rang, amidst the noise, Jin Zhao finally made a move. He raised his hands and buried his face in the soft hat.
A very strong, unique fragrance—it was the last thing she left him.
Jiang Xiliu wasn't wrong to call him a fool; he was indeed an idiot and a moron.
He doesn't deserve it.
Jin Zhao didn't dwell on his self-criticism for long; he stood up from the sofa when the alarm rang for the second time.
He bent down and pulled a very nice box out from under the bed, with a delicate little lock hanging on it.
Lifting the box, there wasn't much inside.
The marriage certificate was placed on top of the divorce certificate, there was a box containing wedding rings, a pair of broken sunglasses, and a few strands of hair tied up with string...
The hats and scarves were folded and placed at the bottom of the box.
These things filled one-tenth of the space.
Jin Zhao stuffed the box back under the bed, and he saw the quilt cover that Jiang Xiliu had rejected.
He stared at it for a while, then rummaged through the wardrobe and found a brighter light bulb to replace it. He then searched through drawers and cabinets for a new light bulb, and used a chair to fix the old, broken bulb.
He pressed the switch, and the bright, glaring light made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Jin Zhao squinted and took out his toolbox without stopping, cutting off the long-withered leaves and placing the bare potted plants on the balcony.
Time flies when you're busy. After taking his medicine, Jin Zhao noticed that the sky, which had been dark for a long time, was bright again.
He found a large snakeskin bag and took it to the flower market.
There will definitely be flowers blooming in winter.
In fact, Jin Zhao knew that Jiang Xiliu would not come again. No matter how ugly the potted plants were, how dark the room was, or what the bed sheets were like, it would no longer have anything to do with her. She would not see it.
But Jin Zhao promised her, so he carefully replaced everything that Jiang Xiliu was dissatisfied with.
His life became brighter as a result.
There’s more.
Jin Zhao opened his resume, which hadn't been revised in a long time, and carefully filled in the information.
Instead of applying to domestic companies, he applied to foreign companies this time.
My carefully revised resume still has flaws, but at least this time I received quite a few interview invitations.
Failure leads to learning from experience; failure leads to improvement.
Jin Zhao put in a lot of effort, and finally, thanks to his good academic background and some prestigious awards, he successfully found a decent job.
The foreign company that Jin Zhao joined only officially entered the domestic market in the last year or two. Although it has been a short time, it is quite large, and the benefits and treatment it provides to its employees are among the best in the current job market.
Even employees on probation did not receive a pay cut.
Even the best companies have their downsides, such as long probation periods, which can take up to six months to become a permanent employee.
After starting work, Jin Zhao's life began to become more regular.
When he went to the hospital to get his medication again, the doctor prescribed half the amount he had before.
He could feel himself getting better, but it wasn't enough; he still didn't deserve to appear in front of Jiang Xiliu.
The meeting, which I had imagined many times in my dreams, unexpectedly occurred on a very ordinary day.
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