It wasn’t until his car drove off that Zhong Xiu Fen’s stiff body finally relaxed.
’I was just badmouthing her and almost got caught—thank goodness!’
However, the shock had completely killed her mood for any more name-calling.
She turned and spat in the direction of the small courtyard.
It was as if she were spitting out all the resentment in her heart.
Su Yun, of course, was oblivious to all this.
The baby, having been fed earlier, was now fast asleep and looked absolutely adorable.
The more she looked, the fonder she grew.
But when she thought of the suffering this child had endured in her past life, a cold glint filled Su Yun’s eyes.
’She would not spare Su Tong or the Su Family.’
Ten minutes later, Qin Zhicheng returned.
He was carrying a canister and two large lunch boxes.
When he saw Su Yun sitting up, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This time, however, he didn’t say anything.
He walked over and placed everything he was carrying onto the table.
He then hauled the table over to the bedside.
Only then did he open the lids one by one.
"It’s only been four days since you gave birth, so I had the rice cooked extra soft. This chicken soup is from the canteen this afternoon. It’s on the bland side. Drink it all."
Although his tone was as cold and blunt as ever, his actions were quite considerate, even if not perfectly so.
Su Yun, however, didn’t mind his attitude. After all, in both this life and the last, she had never received kindness from those who should have been closest to her.
’Why would she care about kindness from anyone else?’
Besides, while his attitude was hardly the warm and fuzzy type, the soup and rice were hot.
This time, she didn’t say thank you.
She simply picked up the bowl and began to eat.
There was a huge canister of chicken soup, far too much to finish in one sitting.
Looking up at the man, she asked, "Can you grab another bowl?"
Hearing her request, Qin Zhicheng merely glanced at her before turning and leaving the room.
A moment later, he returned with a bowl that was still wet.
Su Yun took the bowl he offered, but just as she was about to pour some soup, he took it from her hand.
She looked up instinctively, only to see the man pouring the soup into the bowl himself.
Then he fished a chicken leg out of the canister and placed it in the soup.
He pushed the large bowl in front of her.
Su Yun: ...?
’That was... surprisingly thoughtful of him.’
She took a small sip of the chicken soup—the flavor was incredible.
The warmth of that single mouthful instantly soothed her stomach.
However, having someone just looming there was kind of ruining her appetite.
So she looked up. "Aren’t you going to eat?"
Qin Zhicheng stared at her, his eyes dark, and said coldly, "Don’t worry about me."
Su Yun: ...
’I shouldn’t have even asked.’
’Caring about a man brings a lifetime of bad luck.’
’I’ll be sure to remember that from now on.’
Neither of them spoke again.
Even with her excellent appetite, there was simply too much food. She was stuffed after eating only half of it.
"I can’t eat anymore—"
She was just about to ask him to take it away when the man strode over.
He casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
Then, to Su Yun’s utter astonishment, he proceeded to polish off all the leftovers himself.
He then swiftly cleared everything to one side.
Only then did he look up at Su Yun. "All right, talk. What’s going on?"
His voice was calm and detached.
Su Yun: ...?
’But he was right. It really was time for them to have a serious talk.’
"A month after you left, I found out I was pregnant—"
Qin Zhicheng’s brows knitted together, his voice growing a few degrees colder. "Skip that. Just tell me why you didn’t inform me you were pregnant. It’s been over nine months."
"Furthermore, you just gave birth. Why are you here instead of properly resting and recovering? Have you given any thought to your own health, or to your newborn child?"
’And the most infuriating part was—she hadn’t come to join him and start a life together. She had come for a divorce.’
At this thought, his gaze on Su Yun grew even sharper.