When Su Yun saw the man actually undressing, her face suddenly flushed bright red.
After all, in both her past life and this one, they had only shared that one night. They hadn’t even slept in the same bed since.
"Th-this isn’t... isn’t appropriate, is it? I-I’m in my postpartum confinement—"
She stammered, her words coming out in fits and starts.
Qin Zhicheng’s hand paused on his buttons, and he looked over at her.
His long, narrow eyes narrowed. "What are you thinking? Or do you think I’m some kind of beast who’s going to make a move on you?"
Su Yun: ...?
She took a deep breath.
Then she said, "Of course that’s not what I mean. I mean—you sleeping here will affect my mood during my confinement."
These words came out much more smoothly.
Qin Zhicheng was so exasperated he almost laughed.
’How in the world am I affecting her mood during her confinement?’
"I don’t grind my teeth in my sleep, I can help take care of the baby at night, and another thing—"
He paused, his gaze deep and inscrutable as he looked at her, and said unhurriedly, "I’m your husband. You have to get used to me sleeping beside you."
"Let me reiterate: I will not get a divorce, nor will I live like a monk. A marriage in name only is impossible. So, you should adjust your mindset as soon as possible."
"Su Yun, back then, I gave you a choice."
His final sentence made Su Yun’s face flush crimson—even though it was an event from her past life, the long-buried memory of that night was suddenly dragged back out.
That night, they had both been hanging on to their last thread of clarity, and he had asked her.
And she had been the one to shyly take the initiative and kiss him—
Qin Zhicheng’s gaze lingered on her crimson face for a few seconds.
Only then did he look away.
"I’ll sleep on the outer side."
Su Yun: ...
’So, he’s dead set on sleeping here, is he?’
However, when she saw Qin Zhicheng take out a separate blanket, she let out an inexplicable sigh of relief.
After arranging the blanket, Qin Zhicheng undressed and lay down.
"I’m turning off the light."
He reached out and pulled the cord—and the entire room was plunged into darkness.
Su Yun: ...?
’Wait, what time is it? Is he going to sleep already? Does he really go to bed this early?’
Just then, Qin Zhicheng’s clear, cool voice sounded in the darkness.
"I have to be up at one in the morning for a training mission. However, I’ve already arranged for someone to come over to cook for you. You just rest and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be back tomorrow around four in the afternoon."
Su Yun: ...?
’Is he... explaining himself to me?’
"Okay! I understand."
As soon as she replied, she heard the long, steady breathing of the man beside her.
Su Yun: ...?
She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep with someone lying beside her, but unexpectedly, she drifted off a short while later.
The next day, she opened her eyes to find that it was already daylight.
She turned her head—the spot beside her was already empty, the blanket folded into a neat, tight square, looking incredibly tidy.
However, she could hear movement outside.
’Could that be the person he said he’d found last night?’
Just then, the baby sleeping beside her began to cry—
Su Yun was just about to lift her shirt to feed him.
A knock sounded at the door. "Mrs. Qin, you’re awake, aren’t you? I’m coming in, then."
Su Yun froze for a moment, then called out, "Come in."
The closed door was pushed open, and in walked Aunt Luo, carrying a washbasin filled with steaming water.
She was all smiles. "Mrs. Qin, Mr. Qin hired me to help you during your confinement. Just call me Aunt Luo. I really didn’t expect you to be so beautiful!"
’And it was the honest truth. She’d thought that woman from the arts troupe was a top-tier beauty, but she never expected the woman before her now to be leagues more stunning!’
Su Yun smiled and greeted her, "Hello, Aunt Luo! I’ll be in your care, then!"