Chapter 32 Like an ordinary couple
Jin Qingyu's expression was somewhat evasive.
He didn't answer Jiang Xingyao's question. After a while, he vaguely said, "Go to sleep early."
He didn't want to talk about it, and Jiang Xingyao was too lazy to ask any more questions.
After so long, she and Jin Qingyu were lying in the same bed again.
The man next to her had also tidied up, looking clean and fresh, but Jiang Xingyao always felt that there was a scent of freesia floating in the air, which made her uncomfortable. She specially took two pillows and placed them between her and Jin Qingyu.
That made the uncomfortable feeling dissipate a lot.
Jin Qingyu just watched her actions without stopping her.
Just as she lay back down, he suddenly wrapped his long arm around her, pulled Jiang Xingyao past the obstacle, and pressed her directly into his arms.
"Let me go," Jiang Xingyao said.
On a sweltering summer night, even though the air conditioner made the room cool, the man's body was still burning hot.
Jiang Xingyao's heart was in turmoil.
She couldn't wait to escape his confinement.
Jin Qingyu adjusted his posture slightly and pressed Jiang Xingyao's hand, which was pressed against his chest, down.
He pulled her closer, resting his chin on Jiang Xingyao's neck, his voice hoarse and muffled: "Don't move, Mrs. Jin, just like this."
"What's wrong with you now?" Jiang Xingyao asked impatiently.
Jin Qingyu said, "We haven't shared a room in a long time, you..."
"You're dreaming," Jiang Xingyao replied, struggling even more fiercely.
Just minutes ago, they were arguing fiercely, but now that they're lying on the same bed, they're thinking about this. Jiang Xingyao thinks that men are indeed more about the body than feelings.
Just like they can sleep with women they have no feelings for anytime.
The more Jiang Xingyao thought about it, the stronger her discomfort became.
Jin Qingyu was right behind her, his sticky, hot body temperature enveloping her.
It made her feel nauseous again.
She bumped into Jin Qingyu, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom.
The bedside lamp was turned on, casting a warm yellow light into the room.
Jin Qingyu watched her staggering figure, his eyes dark and brooding.
For some reason, he thought of what Jiang Cancan had said that day.
"After being married for so long, does your sister still refuse to share a room with you?"
Jiang Xingyao has never been enthusiastic about sex.
He still remembers their not-so-pleasant first time.
At that time...
He had initially thought Jiang Xingyao was just being reserved, but now it seemed she was simply finding fault with him.
After a moment of silence, Jin Qingyu went to the restroom.
Jiang Xingyao gagged for a while, but couldn't vomit anything.
Perhaps due to her mood, her morning sickness has become increasingly severe lately.
When Jin Qingyu came in, she was washing her face at the sink.
Water droplets dampened the hair at her temples, making the woman in the mirror, who was usually aloof and stubborn, appear a little more vulnerable.
"Do you hate me that much now?" Jin Qingyu suddenly asked as they passed each other.
Jiang Xingyao turned her head and glanced at him.
He didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
Her stomach was still very uncomfortable, and she had a craving for sour foods.
Jiang Xingyao found the dried apricots that Lin Ma had put on the bedside table. She ate one and felt a little better.
Jin Qingyu stared at her: "Is this all you're eating for dinner?"
He remembered that Jiang Xingyao barely ate anything for dinner.
“It’s none of your business,” Jiang Xingyao said.
She didn't want to get too involved with Jin Qingyu in this matter. She was afraid that, given Jin Qingyu's keen senses, he would suspect that she was pregnant.
Jin Qingyu didn't say anything more and went straight out the door.
With the sound of the door closing, only her own presence remained in the bedroom, and Jiang Xingyao's restless heart finally calmed down a bit.
However, this peace did not last long, and Jin Qingyu returned.
He was also holding a bowl of scallion noodles with two poached eggs on top.
The aroma of noodles wafts through the air as soon as you enter.
He placed the bowl in front of Jiang Xingyao and said, "Get up and eat something."
It's almost eleven o'clock.
Lin's mother was already asleep by now.
It goes without saying who made this bowl of noodles.
Jiang Xingyao did not move.
Jin Qingyu added, "I know you're upset with me. No matter what, take care of yourself first. Eating such sour food in the middle of the night will make your stomach upset tomorrow."
Let's eat some noodles to calm our nerves first.
With those words, the strange, twisted feeling that Jiang Xingyao had sensed from him returned.
This person is always like this.
On one hand, he endlessly defends Jiang Cancan in front of her, and on the other hand, he seems to treat her very well, truly like a good husband at home.
Jiang Xingyao looked somewhat blank, and Jin Qingyu directly shoved the chopsticks in his hand into hers.
He pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Jiang Xingyao: "Even if Mrs. Jin wants to cause trouble, she still has to take care of herself. Stop looking, there's no poison, hurry up and eat."
Jiang Xingyao didn't suspect he had poisoned her, but she was still surprised by Jin Qingyu's rare humor.
Perhaps because the aroma of the noodles was so strong, Jiang Xingyao was indeed a little hungry. She didn't refuse anymore and lowered her head to eat the noodles.
Jin Qingyu suddenly sighed, "If only you could always be this obedient."
His voice wasn't loud, but he was sitting close, so Jiang Xingyao could hear him clearly.
She felt that Jin Qingyu was blaming her for making a fuss about divorce these past few days.
Jiang Xingyao put the noodles aside: "If Mr. Jin wants obedient girls, there are plenty outside. I'm sorry, I can't meet Mr. Jin's needs."
Jin Qingyu frowned: "Why are you angry again? Mrs. Jin, have you noticed that you've been very irritable lately?"
He mentioned it as if it were just a casual remark.
But Jiang Xingyao felt a little guilty.
It seems that she has indeed lost control of her temper since becoming pregnant.
Jiang Xingyao replied vaguely, "Is that so? Before saying such things, Mr. Jin, perhaps you should consider whether you've gone too far?"
This time, Jin Qingyu didn't say anything. He silently cleared away the dishes and went out. Watching the door close, Jiang Xingyao breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She had to leave here immediately.
Otherwise, if we wait any longer and the baby gets further along, we probably won't be able to hide it anymore.
Once she has a child, it will be even less likely for her to get a divorce.
Jin Qingyu returned to the master bedroom tonight, but he didn't touch Jiang Xingyao again, and the two of them remained silent all night.
When Jin Qingyu went downstairs in the morning.
Everyone else was still asleep, only Lin's mother was busy in the kitchen.
He noticed two glass jars of dried apricots on the table, paused for a moment, and then asked Lin Ma, "When did Madam start liking to eat these?"
He didn't remember Jiang Xingyao liking these snacks.
Jiang Xingyao's tastes, like her personality, are quite bland.
Lin's mother said, "It's been hot lately in the summer, and my wife doesn't have a good appetite. Eating something sour can help stimulate her appetite."
Actually, she wasn't quite sure either, but she didn't think it was a big deal that her wife suddenly changed her tastes.
As the two were talking, Jiang Xingyao came out. Lin Ma said, "Madam, you're awake. Just now, the master asked me when you started liking dried apricots."
Jiang Xingyao was startled and looked up at the sofa.
Jin Qingyu's body was largely obscured by the backrest, so she could only see the back of his head.
"Really? What did you say?" Jiang Xingyao asked casually, trying to remain calm.
Lin's mother said, "It's hot now, so it's normal for my wife to change her tastes. But then again, why is my husband suddenly so concerned about his wife?"
More than Jiang Xingyao's worries, this was what Lin's mother was curious about.
He clearly keeps one outside, and even brought it home a couple of days ago.
The way he cares about his wife now doesn't seem fake.
Relieved by this answer, Jiang Xingyao replied somewhat perfunctorily, "Maybe he's just bored lately."
Lin's mother nodded, agreeing that there was some truth to it.
Lin's mother had no doubt whatsoever about whether Jiang Xingyao was pregnant.
The husband already spends very little time at home, and recently he and his wife have been rarely sleeping together.
She naturally wouldn't think in that direction.
During breakfast, Jiang Xingyao and Jin Qingyu remained indifferent to each other. After breakfast, Jin Qingyu went to the company.
Jiang Xingyao was pulled aside by the old man to look at the travel plans.
To her surprise, the old man ultimately chose Hong Kong.
Gangcheng has always been Jiang Xingyao's regret.
She was originally going to Hong Kong to participate in a youth piano competition, but before she could even board the plane, her grandfather suddenly had an accident.
Later, she neither went to Chenggang City nor kept her grandfather. Her life was turned upside down that year.
Looking at the kind face of the old man beside her, Jiang Xingyao felt a pang of sadness. She felt that the old man's choice of Hong Kong was probably not an accident.
Perhaps the old man had some genuine feelings for his granddaughter-in-law.
"How is it, Yaoyao? Do you like the blind box Grandpa prepared for you? If you don't like it, Grandpa has other ones here that we can choose from," the old man said.
Jiang Xingyao's eyes were a little red. She shook her head and said, "Grandpa, they're talking about blind boxes. How can you choose them yourself? Hong Kong City is good. Let's go with Hong Kong City."
She could also take this opportunity to see the dream she hadn't fulfilled in her youth. Jiang Xingyao thought.
The old man patted Jiang Xingyao's head and said, "Our Yaoyao is the best child. Go on, Grandpa has prepared a surprise for Yaoyao over there. Yaoyao will definitely like it."
Jin Qingyu came home very late today.
But he said everything at the company was arranged.
The old man immediately told him to pack his things and even had someone book a plane ticket for the next morning.
Jin Qingyu didn't refuse. When he went upstairs, he handed Jiang Xingyao a package. Jiang Xingyao glanced at it and saw that it contained preserved plums and other snacks that were appetizing and easy to store.
He must have taken Lin's mother's words to heart this morning.
However, his thoughtfulness still made Jiang Xingyao feel very uncomfortable.
The old man had Lin Ma pack up Jiang Xingyao's things in the afternoon.
When she went upstairs, Jin Qingyu was still fiddling with his luggage. She just glanced at him and didn't offer to help.
Jin Qingyu was no exception. Looking at the woman's still cold face, he said, "Yaoyao, we're going on a trip alone soon. I hope you can control your temper and treat me as your husband, at least during this time away."
Jiang Xingyao paused in her steps toward the restroom. Thinking of Hong Kong and her grandfather's wishes, she finally nodded and did not argue with Jin Qingyu about the matter.
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