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Jian Yunong's face was still hesitant, while Huo Jincheng insisted on feeding her, his eyes filled with a similar sorrowful emotion.
"I can do it myself."
Jian Yunong took the bowl.
Huo Jincheng hesitated for three seconds and did not insist any longer.
As long as she was willing to eat, that was enough.
It was better than her not eating at all.
On the bed, Jian Yunong's long hair fell softly over her shoulders, her delicate fingers holding the small spoon, taking one small bite after another.
Something warm unexpectedly flowed out, dripping into the fragrant bowl of porridge.
The porridge was delicious, just as she had imagined it would be.
Huo Jincheng's cooking skills were impeccable.
However, her tears had nothing to do with the food.
Soon, the bowl of porridge was completely finished.
"Do you want more?"
Huo Jincheng asked softly. Although Jian Yunong ate quickly, she did so gracefully.
Jian Yunong shook her head, her eyelashes lowered, remaining silent.
Huo Jincheng sighed softly, "Then you should rest."
Jian Yunong indeed wanted to sleep a little longer. She burrowed back into the covers, pulling the blanket up to her face.
Huo Jincheng picked up his bowl and utensils and left the room. At the moment he opened the door, Jian Yunong called out to him, "If you have things to do, you can go back first."
Huo Jincheng turned around, frowning as he looked at her, as if she were a willful little girl.
Did she not hear a single word he said earlier?
Jian Yunong's voice was weak, "I want to be alone for a while. I need to think carefully about what you said."
Huo Jincheng leaned against the doorframe, staring at Jian Yunong. She looked very serious, with no hint of joking.
"Alright."
Huo Jincheng didn't say anything more and gently closed the door as he left.
...
Jian Yunong slept until evening, finally feeling much more refreshed.
There was a knock on the door. "Madam, are you awake?"
A strange woman's voice.
Jian Yunong slowly got up from the bed, "Wait a moment."
She opened the door to find an Asian Girl, who smiled brightly at her, "Are you hungry? We have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you."
Jian Yunong was taken aback, "Uh-huh."
The Asian Girl quickly pushed a cart into the room, "Madam, these are all dishes specified by Mr. Huo, specially selected for you, tailored to your taste."
Delicious food was placed one by one in front of Jian Yunong.
She did not pick up her chopsticks immediately but looked at the Asian Girl, "Has my husband... left here?"
The Asian Girl nodded, "Yes, he didn't disturb you because you were still asleep when he left. He asked me to tell you that he will always be by your side, allowing you to take your time to relax and go wherever you want. He also hopes that you can contact him every day."
After saying this, the Asian Girl let out a sigh, as if she had not left anything unsaid, "Your husband is truly a good man."
Jian Yunong remained silent and quietly began to eat.
The Asian Girl showed a helpless expression but still spoke sweetly, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything, feel free to contact me. Just notify me through the internal line."
Only she was left alone in the room.
Finally, her wish was fulfilled.
Jian Yunong had little appetite. After picking at her food for a while, she decided to go for a walk.
An Asian Girl was downstairs fiddling with flower pots. When she saw Jian Yunong about to go out, she offered to be her guide.
"No need. I want to walk alone."
In fact, the place was quite small, and she and Huo Jincheng had already explored all the famous spots in the city.
As night began to fall, Jian Yunong turned to the entrance of a quaint little shop.
She bought a few postcards, wrote one to her aunt, another to Huo Jincheng's Grandmother, and after thinking for a moment, decided to write one to Huo Jincheng as well.
After dropping them all into the mailbox, Jian Yunong slowly walked back along the riverbank.
The small river at night reflected the city's neon lights, and it seemed as if there was another mysterious world beneath the water, colorful and vibrant.
The song of a Street Performer floated above the gentle flow of the water as Jian Yunong sat by the riverbank, quietly absorbing the atmosphere.
Until ten o'clock at night, when the Street Performer was also preparing to leave, Jian Yunong walked over and gave him a tip. "Thank you for your wonderful performance."
"Thank you."
The Street Performer bowed in thanks. When he raised his head and saw Jian Yunong's face, he showed a puzzled expression. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Aren't you... the brave one who jumped into the river the day before yesterday?"
Jian Yunong: "……"
Her face flushed, Jian Yunong forced herself to remain calm. "I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."
She was lying through her teeth.
"I recognize you." The straightforward Street Performer insisted that he was not mistaken. "Someone even showed me your photo. You were squatting by that window, staring blankly. I kept watching you. It’s because I was focused on whether you would dance or not that my tips got stolen without me noticing. So I definitely won't mistake you."
Jian Yunong: "..."
Fine, she surrendered and lowered her voice. "Yes, it's me."
"What’s bothering you?"
"Nothing."
Jian Yunong didn't want to say more.
Street Performer shrugged. "Cherish life; if you're not afraid of death, why not dare to live?"
"I'm not suicidal."
Even though there were occasional dark clouds looming over her, heavy enough to take her breath away, she had never considered suicide.
"I just... well, I might be a bit lost."
"What’s the problem that can’t be communicated? What’s the point of playing hide and seek with your husband?" Street Performer packed up his things. "God gave us voices to sing and express Love."
The word "Love" gently tapped on Jian Yunong's heart like a small hammer.
She recalled Huo Jincheng asking her, "What do you want from me?"
At that time, she surprisingly said she didn't know.
Wasn't it because she loved him?
Jian Yunong stood by the river, where the streetlights and moonlight complemented each other, creating such a beautiful evening.
Had she immersed herself in her own world to the point of losing the ability to perceive and express love?
Jian Yunong covered her face and couldn't help but cry.
It seemed her illness was getting worse.
When Jian Yunong returned to her residence, the Asian Girl came out to greet her. "I was just about to look for you; I was worried you wouldn't know the way."
"I'm really sorry. You've been too much trouble."
Jian Yunong's tone was very apologetic.
The Asian Girl reminded her, "Um, your husband has called three times already."
Jian Yunong paused slightly in her movement up the stairs. "Got it. Thank you."
She slowly walked upstairs, her silhouette graceful and quiet, making it hard to discern her true thoughts.
At that moment, Jian Yunong seemed to be enveloped in an invisible mist, concealing her real self.
Jian Yunong buried herself in bed, quietly gazing at the ceiling.
Although she had cried, her emotions had not improved.
It was unclear how much time had passed when the phone rang. Jian Yunong slowly blinked, realizing the sound was coming from her phone before she reached for it.
"Are you asleep?" Huo Jincheng's voice came through the phone.
"Mm. Just lay down."
"Did you have fun today?"
"It was okay."
That's good. Hearing Jian Yunong's voice didn't sound very happy, which gave Huo Jincheng a strange sense of relief.
If she were particularly happy when he wasn't around, it would drive Huo Jincheng crazy.
"If you're tired of Prague, just have my assistant book you a ticket to wherever you want to go," Huo Jincheng emphasized. "But you must tell me in advance."
Jian Yunong smiled lightly. "Got it."
"I will worry about you. Don't leave without saying goodbye like last time."
"Mm."
"Nong Nong..."
"Mm?"
Jian Yunong listened to his shallow breathing coming from the phone, like a feather gently brushing against her heart.
Huo Jincheng hesitated.
Jian Yunong's voice was soft, "What's wrong? Did your mother say something to you again?"
Huo Jincheng replied helplessly, "No."
He had already returned home to handle urgent matters as his mother wished; what else could she say?
Jian Yunong felt that Huo Jincheng had something he wanted to say, but seemed a bit shy to speak up. So she waited quietly, and the two of them fell into silence on the phone.
"I'm sorry," Huo Jincheng said softly. He finally spoke up, "I shouldn't have acted on my own."
Jian Yunong couldn't help but smile, but tears couldn't help but fall, "Actually, I should also say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye."
God gave her a voice, but she didn't use it to communicate.
"Huo Jincheng." Jian Yunong tightened her grip on the phone. "Last time you asked me what I wanted from you, right? I was too confused then to think of an answer."
"It's okay." Huo Jincheng sounded a bit nervous. "It's fine, I'll treat you better in the future. Nong Nong, this is my first marriage too."
Please forgive my impatience, Huo Jincheng thought.
"Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"
"I..." He did want to know, but he also felt it wasn't important. Jian Yunong had married him; whether there was a motive or not, what difference did it make?
After a moment of silence, Huo Jincheng gave up. "Alright. I want to hear your answer."
Jian Yunong took a deep breath. "At first, I was very resistant to this marriage. If it weren't for your strong will, I wouldn't have married you. I would rather think of it as a nightmare that would end once I woke up. But I didn't expect that I would change your life. If you hadn't broken up with Bai Ru..."
Huo Jincheng became displeased. "Whether you're here or not, I would have broken up with her. There would be no future for us."
After five seconds of silence, he added, "If that's what you're going to say, then suddenly I don't want to hear it anymore."
Right, he was just a scoundrel.
"Fine."
She also felt that this wasn't a good time for communication; some things were better said face-to-face. After all, not being able to see the other person's expression might distort the message.
"Good night."
"Good night."
Huo Jincheng put down his phone and stood by the window, the sunlight streaming in but unable to dispel the heavy gloom in his eyes.
Jiang Secretary knocked on the door, "Mr. Huo, the meeting is starting."
Huo Jincheng walked out with a blank expression.
The low pressure surrounding Mr. Huo was evident, and Jiang Secretary couldn't help but speculate whether it was related to Jian Yunong.
After all, she hadn't been to work for such a long time.
The Human Resources Department was already preparing to add new staff to the Secretariat.
Jiang Secretary steeled herself and informed Mr. Huo that the newly hired secretary from the Human Resources Department would start today.
Huo Jincheng replied indifferently, "You don't need to notify me about such trivial matters."
During the meeting, the new employee from the Secretariat had already arrived.
Dressed in Louis Vuitton and carrying a limited edition Gucci bag, she directly sat down at Jian Yunong's workstation.
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