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Huo Liangchen looked over, his expression somewhat blurred and ethereal through the smoke.
Huo Jincheng walked past him, and Huo Liangchen sneered, "Is that it?"
It was filled with sarcasm.
Huo Jincheng ignored him, too disdainful to say another word to Huo Liangchen.
The two had been rivals since childhood. Even though they were brothers now, the secret competitions between them had never ceased.
Using such lowly tactics against women, he didn't want to waste his breath on someone like Huo Liangchen.
As Huo Jincheng drove into the garage, just as he turned in through the door, a petite figure leaped at him. He instinctively caught her, causing the items he was holding to drop to the ground.
Jian Yunong clung to him like a little octopus.
"Are you hungry?"
Huo Jincheng appreciated Jian Yunong's initiative, his voice filled with amusement.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for kisses without stopping. "I’ve been waiting for you to cook. What big meal are you making today?"
"It's all in the bag."
Huo Jincheng gestured for her to look down.
With a squeal, Jian Yunong immediately hopped off him and hugged the bag tightly like a good little baby. "Hurry up, hurry up."
Eagerly, Jian Yunong dashed into the kitchen.
Huo Jincheng stood there, still in the position of having held her, momentarily stunned. He shook his head helplessly, took off his suit jacket, draped it lazily over his arm, and strolled inside at a leisurely pace.
By then, Jian Yunong had already hurriedly pulled out everything from inside the bag, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Huo Jincheng walked in, but she didn't even glance at him.
After Jian Yunong excitedly checked the ingredients for tonight's meal, she realized an important person was missing—where did the chef go?
Jian Yunong searched around and guessed that Huo Jincheng was upstairs. She hurried up the stairs and found Huo Jincheng in the bedroom, just having changed his clothes.
"Aren't you cooking?"
Jian Yunong didn't know what had happened. "What's wrong? Did something happen at work today?"
He pulled Jian Yunong close and lowered his voice, "Let me check if you’ve been washed clean."
Huo Jincheng's hands were causing mischief under her clothes, and his husky voice made her cheeks flush. Jian Yunong felt ticklish, dodging while laughing, "I'm so hungry."
"Shouldn't the chef eat first?"
Jian Yunong was pinned against the wall, unable to speak. She felt soft all over, her face flushed with a cute shade of red. If it weren't for Huo Jincheng, she might have collapsed to the ground.
Her fingers slipped through his arm, gripping his back tightly. She tilted her head slightly; the embossed floral patterns on the ceiling spun in her vision, moving closer and farther away as if the angels above were smiling at her.
Jian Yunong dozed off for a bit and woke up to find it was dark outside.
Just as she was about to get up, she heard the sound of the door opening and immediately lay back down.
The footsteps were light, heading straight toward the bed.
Huo Jincheng stared at the lump on the bed and simply said, "Dinner's ready."
As he lifted the blanket, Jian Yunong sat up immediately. The little tantrum she had earlier vanished, and she opened her arms to Huo Jincheng for a hug.
After a hearty meal, Jian Yunong felt particularly good.
That evening, Huo Jincheng didn't go out; he was in the study handling work while Jian Yunong leaned against the headboard reading.
Huo Jincheng's phone was placed on the bedside.
A buzzing sound came, and Jian Yunong found the source of the noise. It was Bai Ru's call.
It was ten o'clock at night.
Bai Ru was calling Huo Jincheng?
Just as Jian Yunong hesitated, Bai Ru hung up.
This was the third time.
Jian Yunong looked at the missed calls on the screen, unable to help but bite her lip, with two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks.
She wasn't angry with Huo Jincheng.
Huo Jincheng had left his phone on the bedside without setting a password, indicating that he wasn't guarding against her at all.
Although he sometimes got jealous, he wouldn't go so far as to monitor the other person's phone.
He didn't check her phone, and she didn't check his.
Just as she was about to put it back, the buzzing continued in her palm; it was still Bai Ru.
This was starting to become a bit unpleasant.
Why did she keep calling? What could be so urgent?
Jian Yunong directly pressed the answer button.
On the other end, Bai Ru's voice was choked with tears. "Huo Jincheng, Huo Jincheng, I'm begging you, help me. I really don't want to continue living with him. I want a divorce! He's so disgusting; he actually brought his mistress into my hospital room to humiliate me! If I had known it would be like this, I might as well be dead. He's just trying to get back at me, making my life miserable. What did I do wrong? Why does he have to treat me this way? Huo Jincheng..."
Her voice was filled with tears and desperation. "Can you come over? I don't want to stay here anymore. I want a divorce."
"You want a divorce, you can find a lawyer. What do you need Huo Jincheng for?" Jian Yunong really couldn't stand it anymore. Bai Ru wasn't looking to get a divorce; she wanted Huo Jincheng to be with her!
Earlier, Jian Yunong had seen Bai Ru crying in Huo Jincheng's arms and thought that the person was just too sad. If someone offered a hug at that moment, no matter who it was, leaning on them and crying would help a lot.
But it turned out that this person was a bit greedy.
Jian Yunong knew Bai Ru was greedy, but Huo Jincheng had been treating her well in front of her, so Jian Yunong didn't mind much.
Now, hearing her cry continuously, Jian Yunong felt no sympathy for her and her temper flared up.
"Huo Jincheng isn't a lawyer either. He's a married man, and you want him to accompany you? Are you trying to harm him? Bai Ru, Huo Jincheng didn't go against his family for you back then. You made his relationship with his mother worse. Now you're trying to sow discord between him and his half-brother. You're really something. Did you ever truly like Huo Jincheng? If you had considered him even a little, you wouldn't have made him wait so long, and in the end, you used marrying his brother to humiliate him. Now you won't let him be with his wife at home while he comes to accompany you. Don't say you were forced or deceived; that's just fooling children."
Bai Ru on the other end of the phone fell silent in anger, and when she spoke again, it was through gritted teeth. "Jian Yunong! I don't want to talk to you! You have no right to speak for Huo Jincheng!"
"I'm not trying to speak for Huo Jincheng; I don't even want to talk to you. I have no interest in speaking with someone who constantly talks about dying and threatens with suicide. If you want to die, whether it's early or late, dragging it out until Little Dolphin's funeral is over—who knows what you're plotting."
Jian Yunong stood up from the bed. "I just pity you. If it weren't for how you mistreated him back then, he wouldn't have ended up with me. But I won't thank you because this is the result of my own efforts. At least I won't be the mistress ruining someone else's marriage."
After hanging up the phone, Jian Yunong was fuming.
She raised her hand as if to smash her phone but then thought about what the phone had done wrong.
Bai Ru's people were right next door.
Jian Yunong walked over with her phone, expressionless. "Bai Ru is looking for you."
With a bang, she placed the phone on the table loudly.
Huo Jincheng looked up from his computer desk, not at the phone but at her.
Jian Yunong leaned against the table. "I just took your call and had an argument with her. Do you want to go check on her? What if she threatens suicide again? If she dies, wouldn't I be the lifelong culprit? Wouldn't that leave you with a lifelong shadow whenever you look at me?"
Huo Jincheng frowned. "It's just a phone call; is it really that serious?"
Jian Yunong was clearly unhappy with his nonchalant tone. "A phone call? Huo Jincheng, just because I respect you doesn't mean you can treat me like I'm easy to bully!"
Huo Jincheng pulled her into his arms, and Jian Yunong unexpectedly ended up sitting on his lap. She bit down on his chest, "Why do you always have to be the one I call? I'm not happy about it. Why should I have to call in the middle of the night?"
"She's emotionally unstable and not thinking clearly; why bother arguing with her?"
"So it's my fault then? I'm petty, I'm not generous enough, I'm immature?"
Huo Jincheng fell silent.
Jian Yunong turned away from him. Without his response, she felt like she was just making a fuss for no reason.
"Not going to say anything?"
Huo Jincheng's deep voice sounded in her ear.
"Not going to say anything, so people won't say I'm petty, not generous, or immature for arguing with someone who's sick and weak."
Huo Jincheng thought Jian Yunong wouldn't get upset over this matter, but today she had exploded, her cheeks puffed up in anger.
Bai Ru must have said something really stupid and hurtful.
Huo Jincheng was surprised himself; why had Bai Ru changed so much? Or perhaps he hadn't noticed these issues when they were dating. Even if he and Bai Ru had gotten married smoothly back then, they would likely have ended up divorced anyway.
Bai Ru had a significant problem: she was too proud—proud to the point of arrogance, proud to the point of selfishness. Everything was someone else's fault; she never considered that she could be wrong.
Living with someone like that requires constant appeasement. How exhausting!
Huo Jincheng didn't quite understand how to please a woman either; he was usually very busy with work.
Relationships require matching needs. When two people have compatible expectations for their relationship, life together isn't exhausting.
In an ordinary life, it can't always be about flowers and candles; what’s needed is a mutual understanding and acceptance of each other’s flaws.
Bai Ru is an artist, sensitive and delicate, like a fine porcelain that needs to be cherished.
Huo Jincheng can disguise himself as a romantic person, pretend to patiently coax her, and endure his temper while not knowing what he did wrong.
But a disguise is just a disguise!
“I’m just worried about you. What’s there to be angry about? You’re only hurting yourself. Did I say you were stingy? Did I say you were immature? Daughter-in-law, don’t speak carelessly. Was the meal today enjoyable?”
When it comes to food, Jian Yunong’s attitude softened a bit; the food was indeed delicious. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “She is your Sister-in-law, calling you at this hour is really bad! Isn’t that ruining your reputation?”
Is this the point?
This is clearly not the point.
Jian Yunong is just being stubborn.
“So I won’t go.” Huo Jincheng caressed her waist, “She has the right to call, but of course, I can choose not to answer.”
Jian Yunong glanced at him sideways, “How long have we been married? You’re not getting restless, are you?”
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