That evening, Jiang Shuya, who hadn't eaten all day, ate a bowl of fish porridge. Aunt Lan sat beside her with a smile, watching her. The fish slices were fresh, fragrant, and tender, and the porridge was soft and flavorful. It was the first time she had ever seen fish slices used to make porridge; it was truly delicious, without any strong fishy smell. She praised it repeatedly as she ate. Aunt Lan sat beside her, watching her with a smile in her eyes. She felt that Mr. Lin treated her very differently. He clearly cared about her and was concerned about her, but he didn't let her know directly. This made Aunt Lan even more curious: "Miss Jiang, do you have a boyfriend?" Jiang Shuya smiled at this question. "Aunt Lan, I already have a child, a year old."
Aunt Lan exclaimed in surprise, "So Miss Jiang is married! I'm so sorry, I was just about to introduce you to a boyfriend. I really didn't realize!"
She then asked tactfully, "Do you have a good relationship with your husband?" Jiang Shuya was a little sensitive and didn't know how to answer. She didn't want to lie, so she said calmly, "We don't have a good relationship. He's not in Jinling. He's at sea, only coming back twice a year."
Aunt Lan nodded silently: "Yes! Even the deepest feelings between husband and wife can't withstand being separated by distance. Besides, you are both so young. Over time, your feelings will fade."
Seeing Aunt Lan's heartfelt sigh, Jiang Shuya no longer hid anything from her: "It's not because we're separated by distance that we're together. It was a wrong marriage. We've already agreed that we'll get a divorce when he comes back."
Aunt Lan was speechless: "Is it because you don't want to continue the relationship with him?"
Jiang Shuya's eyes darkened slightly: "You could say that! The main reason is that the person in his heart isn't me. Aunt Lan, do you believe it? In the month since he came back, he's spoken less than ten words to me. All he's given me is indifference, coldness, and disrespect. I've had enough. It's actually quite good for him to be away for so long. I don't even want him to come back. Really, even if he comes back, he'll just kick me out because that's his home, not mine."
When Aunt Lan saw the woman in front of her, she was beautiful and refined. Even without makeup, her features were exquisite and pretty. She wondered what kind of scoundrel of a man would be so disgusted with her. She comforted her, saying, "Miss Jiang, you've met the wrong person! He doesn't even care about someone like you. Does he still dream of a celestial being?"
"Or maybe he's eyeing some rich woman, wanting to avoid decades of hard work, and that's why he's deliberately neglecting you, hoping you'll initiate the divorce. Men are generally either of these two types. Of course, there are also those with ulterior motives, the kind who hang out in society. You mentioned your husband is a sailor at sea, so he probably isn't that kind of irresponsible person. It's possible he's genuinely not focused on you, or he can't let go of someone from the past. If that's the case, it'll be too exhausting, and both of you will suffer for the rest of your lives. It's good that you're the one initiating the divorce; that way, neither of you will be held back."
"Hey! If life weren't unbearable, who would want to file for divorce? You have to look forward. You're so beautiful, you'll never have trouble finding someone good again."
Jiang Shuya shook her head repeatedly and smiled, "Aunt Lan, don't joke around. If I get divorced, I won't look for anyone else. I just want to raise my daughter well. Thank you so much today. I will definitely repay you in the future."
Aunt Lan waved her hand and pointed to the next room: "If you want to thank someone, thank the person next door."
Jiang Shuya then remembered that she was staying at his house today. Lin Moxiao, she was really delirious today and hadn't properly thanked her host yet. Now she was clear-headed: "Is Senior Lin working?"
Aunt Lan said, "He's reading in his study. He doesn't like to be disturbed. I've been living with Mr. Lin for over a year now, and it's not easy to break that rule. He told me beforehand not to disturb him when he's reading." Oh, so he's a bookworm.
That evening, before leaving, Aunt Lan made her another cup of fever-reducing medicine and watched her drink it before going home.
She glanced at the time and it was already past ten o'clock. She felt much better, and the intervals between her contractions were getting longer. She went to the bathroom to clean herself up again, washed up, and prepared to go to sleep. She planned to go back the next morning, but then thought it would be better to go next door and say hello.
She pushed open the door and found the wooden floor polished to a shine. The living room wasn't large, but it was fully equipped and very tidy. There were several cute bunny cushions on the sofa. The kitchen door was closed, so she couldn't see the facilities inside, but it must also be clean and tidy. The light next door was on, and the door wasn't closed. She stood at the door and knocked twice, but there was no response, so she went in. She couldn't help but marvel at how elegant the study was. One wall was lined with bookshelves, neatly arranged with all kinds of books and classics from home and abroad, stories of famous people, overseas masterpieces, contemporary new books, politics, history, geography, and biology—a dazzling array that made her dizzy. By a French window, there was a small couch with a blanket on it. Turning her head, she saw someone asleep on the desk—it was Lin Moxiao.
Jiang Shuya took the blanket from the small couch and draped it over him. Just as she finished covering him, he heard a noise and woke up, startling Jiang Shuya, who took two steps back. The next moment, Lin Moxiao stood up, walked over, and hugged her tightly. She was startled and at a loss for what to do. His embrace was very warm, and she was reluctant to let go. Seeing that she did not resist, he hugged her even tighter. She subconsciously came to her senses and pushed him away forcefully: "Senior Lin, please let go, don't do this, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Lin Moxiao suddenly realized her mistake, let go of her and said, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
She blushed and said, "It's okay," then added, "Senior Lin, your study is so big."
She deliberately changed the subject, praising his study, picking up a classic book and flipping through a few pages, feigning composure.
"Aren't you cold? Why didn't you wear a coat when you came out?" Lin Moxiao noticed that she was wearing a cardigan that she usually sleeps in.
Before she could speak, he went out and a moment later took the down jacket that Aunt Lan had given him and put it on her without saying a word. This series of actions left her a little confused. His actions made her have some wild thoughts, but no matter what, this down jacket was really warm, light, soft, comfortable and cozy.
Jiang Shuya: "Senior Lin, thank you for taking me in yesterday. I'll have my cousin come over and treat you to a meal another day."
Lin Moxiao squinted at her and said, "What does my taking you in have to do with your cousin? Why did you ask her to treat me to a meal?"
Jiang Shuya blinked and scratched her head. She wanted to say that she wanted to introduce her cousin to him, but then realized something was wrong! They already knew each other, and he asked if she needed to introduce him. Then she smiled and asked, "Senior Lin, do you still have a girlfriend?"
"No, what's wrong?" His eyes darkened. "Tell me what kind of person you like, and I'll see if I know anyone suitable." She teased.
He was somewhat displeased, but his smile was strained: "Someone like you is just average."
She was quite angry when she heard this. She had asked the same question to three people, and they all gave the same answer: Sun Qi, Wang Ziliang, and Lin Moxiao. Were these people crazy? Should she make an appointment for them before asking them again?
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