Jing Min, who had just hung up the phone, was about to ask what the bodyguards outside were doing, since no one had mentioned that someone had come by.
As soon as I opened the door,
Mo Sangyu, standing outside the door, was startled and paused in her movements.
He met Jing Min's handsome face, but his expression remained as still as water.
Her heart stopped beating.
"Why haven't they left yet?"
Mo Sangyu's expression trembled slightly, and a fleeting look of loneliness crossed her eyes.
Was he trying to get rid of her?
She tried to keep her tone calm.
"I left something behind, I'm coming back to get it."
Jingmin opened the door fully, stepped aside to let him pass.
She thanked him quietly and quickly walked into the ward.
Several items were casually stacked together, somewhat messy, yet clearly carrying the scent of life.
Nobody has ever touched it.
It's a handmade wool shawl and a knitted cardigan.
And she always carried around mint throat lozenges.
And the half-finished cup of honey water—a few wisps of white pollen still floated on the surface, and her pale pink lip print remained on the rim of the cup.
She bent down and began to tidy up.
But their movements unconsciously slowed down.
It's not because I have too many things, but because I want to keep every single one of them.
Because these everyday items occupy a corner of Jingmin's room, they clearly demonstrate the invisible intimacy between them.
Although in the eyes of others, she is indeed "Mrs. Jing".
But she and Jingmin knew perfectly well that...
She is not.
She was only selfishly hoping to use these personal items to secretly fill the gaps in his life.
They are trying to use this sense of presence to prove their genuine close relationship.
Jing Min glanced at his watch, his brows furrowing involuntarily. He then stepped forward and whispered,
"I'll help you."
He acted quickly.
In a few quick movements, he gathered and packed all the loose items—wool blankets, knitted coats, throat lozenges—stuffing them all into bags.
Even that cup of honey water that was only half full,
He poured them out without hesitation.
The cup, still wet, was tossed coldly into the pile of clothes.
It was as if all traces of her left in this room had been erased.
He picked up the bag, about to hand it over, but then realized it was a bit heavy and paused.
He then took it back and put it aside.
"Have your bodyguards take you home."
Mo Sangyu nodded.
He's always like that—so good that it gives you hope, yet so bad that he shows no mercy.
He was just a moment ago packing her things, being as considerate as a husband, but the next thing he did was tell her to see him out.
Yes, he said he was going to move out, so what is she to him?
But it was precisely the slightest, unintentional display of his kindness that convinced her.
He wasn't completely indifferent to her, was he?
She had never seen Jing Min be so considerate to any other woman before.
She lowered her head to hide her emotions.
When I looked up at the ward again, it felt eerily empty.
It wasn't big, but it seemed to be pushing her away inch by inch.
Her belongings were completely taken away, not even a single hair was left.
Her mood today was like falling from heaven to hell.
She thought—
Does his willingness to drink the porridge she cooked mean he's willing to get closer to her?
Is it possible that he's slowly accepting her?
It turns out he just needed a chance to speak up and say the words "separation".
What Jingmin said next chilled her to the bone.
"Sang Yu, don't come again tomorrow,"
His voice was indifferent, like a casual "Be careful on the road" before closing the door.
Mo Sangyu froze, a tingling sensation running through her fingertips, and even her heart skipped a beat.
What did she do wrong?
After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Is it... because the porridge I cooked today didn't suit your taste? Then I'll have the housekeeper cook it for you tomorrow; she's sure to make it better than me."
Jing Min remained unmoved, pursing his lips as if he didn't want to say anything more.
But, he still managed to squeeze out two words.
"no,"
Mo Sangyu seemed to suddenly realize something; her eyes widened in panic, and her speech quickened.
"Ah Min, who are you meeting? I'm... not available?"
"Don't worry, I promise I won't disturb your work. I'll avoid you when there are guests, really."
Her tone was cautious and pleading.
Jingmin maintained his cold and aloof attitude.
"no,"
"I'm being discharged from the hospital."
Mo Sangyu froze.
"You're getting discharged?"
"That won't do."
She quickly advised,
"Didn't the doctor say we should observe for a few more days?"
"Although it's not serious, you can't be discharged from the hospital so soon..."
She hesitated for a moment, trying to soften her tone.
"Why don't you go home first?"
"There's a housekeeper at home, and I'll make you some nourishing soup."
“Your injury hasn’t fully healed, and I’m really worried about you living alone outside.”
She didn't know what Jingmin was in such a hurry for.
Can't even these few days be given to her?
Since they came to China, she could clearly sense that Jingmin's emotions were fluctuating greatly.
Her woman's intuition made her very uneasy.
Even in the chiefdom, Jingmin wouldn't live with her.
There were even many women who dared to throw themselves at Jing Min right in front of her.
At that time, she did not have this intense unease.
I had hoped to spend more time with him during his hospital stay, using small acts of care to warm his heart and hopefully strengthen our relationship.
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