Chapter 44: Three Months Left Before We Meet Again

Shang Wanwan and Huo Dongming were in a cold war for three whole days, and neither of them paid any attention to the other.

For the pregnant Shang Wanwan, not sleeping with Huo Dongming is the greatest happiness. Huo Dongming, on the contrary, has been suffering from insomnia for several days.

He wanted to cure Shang Wanwan's stubborn temper, but at night, even though the distance was so close, it was Huo Dongming himself who couldn't taste the meat in his mouth and was drooling.

On the fifth day, Huo Dongming came knocking on the door.

Shang Wanwan's heart was in his throat. He was being polite. After all, it was his home and he could enter the master bedroom at any time.

"There's a gathering of Mr. Huang's group tonight. The preliminary round of his art competition will begin the day after tomorrow. Are you interested?"

Huo Dongming's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up. Shang Wanwan had woken up long ago. It would be a greater threat to her if Huo Dongming didn't come to see her.

His coming at least proves that he is not a threat to Shang Jia. If he doesn't come, Shang Wanwan will have sleepless nights.

The door clicked open, and Shang Wanwan stepped barefoot on the shag carpet. Her white and smooth ankles looked like jade ornaments.

Shang Wanwan pointed at the sorted clothes.

"I'll help you organize your clothes in four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I'll sort them out for you later."

Huo Dongming had no intention of talking about this. He stared at her face eagerly, his voice soft and gentle.

"Wanwan——"

Shang Wanwan ignored his enthusiasm and closed her eyelids slightly.

Then she gently took off her top, revealing her shoulders. Huo Dongming held the back of her hand, his voice hoarse.

"Don't think I only think with my lower body."

Her knowing look made Huo Dongming very uncomfortable. He wanted sex, but he wanted a living woman who loved him and had the same desire as him, not the woman in front of him who bore the title of Mrs. Huo and for whom taking off clothes was like a routine matter.

There was a hint of confusion in Shang Wanwan's eyes.

"You don't want it anymore?"

Huo Dongming had a hard time enduring it, as he hadn't touched her for several days. When she opened the door and he saw her, he wanted to eat her alive.

"I want you to be the same as before."

She blushed when she saw him just like before, and her aroused look made Huo Dongming indulge in it and unable to extricate himself.

"before?"

Shang Wanwan murmured, "What?"

Huo Dongming felt that Shang Wanwan was no longer passionate, and there was no light in her eyes when she looked at him.

"You said you loved me before."

He finally said it, pulling her hand to his heart.

Shang Wanwan was like being struck by lightning. She loved him?

She more than loved him. She had been struck by him since she met him at the age of eighteen. It was as if her girlish heart had gone crazy from then on.

Everything Huo Dongming said was right and good, and she couldn't stand the slightest indifference from him.

She desperately wanted to marry him, for business or perhaps it was just a less than glorious excuse, she felt that she could risk her life for him.

She tried her best to please him, but he never even smiled at her.

The tone he used when speaking to her was always cold. She had never even seen him smile in front of her, let alone be considerate to her.

No matter what she did, she couldn't get any response from him.

Until he made her realize that she was just a maid who kept the bed and kept the feet warm.

The difference is that she is pretty and expensive, so he believes that she just sold herself for a good price and she is just an item to make him happy.

He didn't need any emotion in return. He treated his lover with great care in front of her without caring. Valentine's Day never belonged to her. Even the three words "Mrs. Huo" were just her imagination. No one acknowledged it, including him.

"Have you thought about it?"

She skipped his question and got to the point. Huo Dongming lifted her chin hard, and her desire disappeared.

"Shang Wanwan, I gave you what you wanted."

Shang Wanwan wanted to pretend to be happy, but she couldn't laugh.

"I'll do whatever you need me to do."

After marrying him, she smiled less and less. The luxury goods that used to make her happy for months could no longer stir her emotions. Even when her beloved Huo Dongming was in front of her, she just indifferently regarded him as the partner on the marriage certificate, not her lover.

She mechanically tidied his closet and cooked his favorite food as she did in the past. She had poured all her love into doing these things before. She could hold his clothes and smell the lingering scent of detergent on them and feel happy for a long time.

But now, it was just a routine matter. She was Mrs. Huo, fulfilling her obligations as a wife to her husband.

That's all.

Huo Dongming increased the strength of his grip on her wrist, and noticed that Shang Wanwan frowned and snorted softly, then he realized that he was too angry and hurt her.

He raised his hand, and Shang Wanwan instinctively dodged to the side. His hand froze in mid-air and finally fell lightly on her face.

Finally, all desires were suppressed, and replaced by unprecedented emptiness and loneliness.

"Mrs. Huo, that's not what I meant. Are you going to the party tonight or not?"

He asked again. Shang Wanwan felt that it would be shameless if she didn't agree at this time.

Huo Dongming's conscience is not always there.

"Who else?"

As a woman, she certainly didn't want him to take her with him while there was another woman around.

Huo Dongming understood her little thoughts and chuckled.

"No one else, just you."

His hand went to the back of her head.

"Wanwan, love me."

This time, Shang Wanwan did not ask him whether he loved her too, because there was no need.

She didn't like him anymore. No matter how hard she tried, there was always someone else in his heart.

Her love seemed ridiculous and cheap, and she only needed to obey him and she would have a good life.

There are still nearly two months left.

Shang Wanwan was planning that as long as she could tolerate Huo Dongming for two more months, become Mr. Huang's last disciple, be able to send her paintings out for consignment to earn basic living expenses, and be able to raise her children on her own, she would leave, go far away, and the two of them would never see each other again.

"good--"

Love him, she always has.

But now she can't afford to love, can't love, love hurts, and she doesn't want to love anymore.

She said this, but her actions showed the opposite.

Huo Dongming felt it.