Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Xiaomeng finally couldnât hold back anymore. She turned off her phone and then squatted down, hugging herself. Tears flowed uncontrollably. She felt like a coward, unable to face the facts that she vaguely knew were there.
In reality, she had always been afraid that Cheng Yang might suddenly break up with her. So, she turned off her phone. As long as she didnât confront it directly, she could still pretend to be happy.
After calming down for a while, she stood up and started walking on the street, not wanting to go home.
Night fell, and she finally turned on her phone. There were dozens of missed call notifications from Cheng Yang and Shu Pan.
She frowned and called back. Soon, Shu Panâs anxious voice came through,
âXiaomeng, where are you? Why was your phone off?â
âMaybe my phone was in my bag and accidentally hit the power button. Whatâs wrong?â Ye Xiaomeng tried to keep her tone light.
âDid you go for your prenatal checkup? Wasnât Cheng Yang with you? Has he been busy lately?â Shu Pan couldnât help but ask.
âHow do you know?â Ye Xiaomeng was a bit puzzled. She hadnât told her about it. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHe called me and said he couldnât reach you. Did something happen between you two?â Shu Pan wondered if Xiaomeng had found out about Cheng Yang and the other woman.
âNo, everythingâs fine.â Ye Xiaomeng didnât want Shu Pan to worry, and she couldnât bear to be apart from Cheng Yang either. So, she chose to play dumb.
âXiaomeng, be cautious. After all, there are a lot of mistresses out there in society nowadaysâ¦â Shu Pan hinted.
âHe wonât, after all, weâre about to get married, and we have a child together.â While persuading Shu Pan, Ye Xiaomeng was also trying to persuade herself.
âThatâs good. You better head home quickly. Maybe heâs waiting for you.â Shu Pan was mostly concerned, hoping Cheng Yang wouldnât disappoint her.
âYeah, okay, Iâll hang up.â Ye Xiaomeng quickly ended the call, worried that Shu Pan might detect the vulnerability in her voice.
As she walked home, the night had fallen completely, and a slight breeze made her feel a bit chilly.
As Xiaomeng reached the entrance of the house, she saw the lights inside and suddenly felt a twinge of sadness. She used to think that home was the warmest place, but now? It was quite ironic.
When she arrived at the doorstep, the door swung open abruptly, and Cheng Yang looked at Xiaomeng with surprise. The heart that had been hanging in midair finally found its place.
When he called her in the morning, Snow suddenly spoke up, scaring him into quickly hanging up. When he called back later, it said her phone was off.
His heart had been restless the whole time, unsure whether she had turned off her phone after hearing Snowâs words.
He had been frantically calling her, like a headless fly, but without any results. It was only when Shu Pan told him that Xiaomeng was on her way back that he felt a bit relieved.
âMy dear, where were you? Why was your phone off? Come on, sit down quickly. Iâll make you your favorite tomato and egg noodles.â Cheng Yangâs performance could easily earn him a score of 100 as a devoted husband.
âProbably accidentally hit the power button. Iâm fine, just wandering around aimlessly.â Ye Xiaomeng pretended to be composed, although she really wanted to ask him about the situation between him and that woman. However, at this moment, she couldnât bring herself to ask.
âIâll make you noodles first. Iâll talk to you about something later.â Cheng Yang said and headed towards the kitchen.
A little while later, a bowl of tomato and egg noodles was brought over. It smelled delicious. Normally, Ye Xiaomeng would have started devouring it, but now she had no appetite.
She used her chopsticks to pick out a few strands of noodles. The steam from the bowl reddened her eyes, and a tear unconsciously rolled down from the corner of her eye..