They've become enemies to this point. If she keeps persisting, Xian Mingyu will surely bring the divorce papers soon, right? She doesn't want anything, just freedom. Even if she loses everything, it doesn't matter.
Perhaps, once I distance myself from him and have no further connection with him, I won't think about him so much anymore, and I won't like him so uncontrollably anymore...
Bai Xiaoruo lay on the bed for a while and quickly fell asleep.
***
A week has passed, and Hsien Ming-yu has not shown up again.
After Bai Xiaoruo's facial injuries healed, she returned to school.
On her first day back at school, she brought the ceramic cat she had bought in the US with her and gave it to Ji Shushu.
The moment Ji Shushu saw the ceramic cat, she instantly fell in love with it and couldn't put it down. She even kissed Bai Xiaoruo's face several times.
I held her and was happy for a long time.
......
Everything seemed to have returned to its initial calm. Bai Xiaoruo heard from Aunt Qin that Xuan Mingyu could return to the company, still in his original position, with nothing changed.
Hsien Ming-yu would often call Aunt Qin to bring him lunch, and sometimes even dinner.
Aunt Qin had mentioned Bai Xiaoruo to Xian Mingyu a few times, and his face immediately turned ugly. He kicked over the lunch that Aunt Qin had carefully prepared.
Aunt Qin had no choice but to silently clean up and go back to prepare another one for him.
While picking up the broken porcelain shards, Aunt Qin's eyesight wasn't very good due to her age, and she cut her hands several times, bleeding profusely. But she didn't say a word, and quickly left after finishing.
Back at the new hospital, the blood from the wounds on her hands had long since dried up on the way, but she simply covered them with bandages. Uncle Bi kept urging her not to deliver the food anymore, saying he would cook for her.
"Old woman, you should rest. Your hand is badly injured, so don't go out."
"How can that be? Young Master is waiting. Besides, he loves my cooking the most. What can you possibly cook? He seems to be in a bad mood these past few days. We can't upset him any further."
"You...sigh!" Uncle Bi shook his head, feeling both sorry for Aunt Qin and helpless.
Bai Xiaoruo had just gone downstairs and was about to leave when she heard faint sounds of arguing coming from the kitchen. She went into the kitchen to see what was going on.
As soon as Bai Xiaoruo entered, Aunt Qin quickly put her injured hands behind her back. "Young Madam, what brings you to the kitchen? Please come out. It's smoky here. What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you in a bit."
"No need, I've made plans to go out with friends, we'll just eat out later. Aunt Qin, Uncle Bi, what were you two talking about about a hand injury? What happened?"
“Young Madam, you and Young Master should stop your cold war. Why don’t you go and talk to Young Master?” Uncle Bi took out Aunt Qin’s hand, which she had hidden behind her back, and showed it to Bai Xiaoruo. “My wife’s hand was cut several times when she was picking up broken porcelain shards. She endured it until she got home before getting it bandaged, but Young Master still wants her to go to the company to deliver food to him.”
"Oh dear! Why are you saying these things to the young mistress!" Aunt Qin scolded playfully.
This is simply their duty as servants. It's just a minor injury and doesn't affect anything at all. What if the young mistress thinks they're too old and useless and they're really sent back to their hometown?
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