Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Qingsang didnât know why she felt guilty all of a sudden; she didnât know what she felt guilty about. She wasnât certain whether or not Huo Jinyao would agree with her decision or not.
She had made this decision on her own and had not informed Huo Jinyao of it. IN actuality, Huo Jinyao had the right to know and to be part of it.
He was her husband, so he had the right to decide whether to keep the child or not. It could not be just her decision to use contraception.
In reality, she really didnât want to give birth. She could accept marrying a man, but having to bring a life into this world, she...
âWife.â
Huo Jinyao had gotten down out of the car already. He was considerately holding the car door open for her.
Sometimes, Su Qingsang was baffled by his passion; she didnât know where it came from.
âWife, whatâs wrong?â
Huo Jinyao stepped forward to hold her by the waist and Su Qingsang immediately took a few steps back. There were a lot of people leaving and entering the hospital. She didnât want to be in the spotlight.
âDo you feel unwell?â
Huo Jinyao placed a hand on Su Qingsangâs forehead but didnât feel anything abnormal.
âAre you too tired from working?â
His passion made Su Qingsang uncomfortable. She was cold-hearted, and had always been unable to get a hold of herself when she faced Huo Jinyaoâs passion.
âI am a bit tired.â She had personally operated on Bai Zhihan and could promise that the procedure had gone well. She still felt a bit uneasy at heart.
A small life, that couldâve been her nephew or niece, was ended in her own hands.
Huo Jinyao was sensitive to her feelings and realized that Su Qingsang was not in a good mood. It was totally different from her bad mood that morning.
Her mood in the morning was hopelessness and avoidance. Now it was fatigue, real fatigue.
âWhat happened?â
âNothing.â
Su Qingsang rejected his question and turned around to get in the car.
Huo Jinyao didnât push further and followed her into the car.
âWife, what should we eat tonight?â
Su Qingsang was already getting used to Huo Jinyao calling her âwifeâ all the time.
He can keep calling me that if he likes. Itâs only a name, she thought.
âWhatever.â
âWhatever again.â Huo Jinyao leaned over and looked displeased. âCanât you just say something? You always say âwhatever. What can I do with that?â
âWeâll just go eat wherever you want to.â
Su Qingsang really wasnât too picky with food. She had gone to a far off place to be an assistant doctor before she had officially started to work.
The environment there had been worse and even harder. It was still domestic and some people who left the country had it worse. They werenât used to the food and the way of living. It was easier for them to lose their lives.
She had seen a lot, so, naturally, her expectations for food had decreased.
âLetâs go eat Japanese?â
âNo.â Su Qingsang didnât like it.
âThen what about Korean cuisine?â
âNo.â
âThai cuisine?â
âCanât you think of Chinese cuisine?â
Huo Jinyao had not realized that Su Qingsang didnât like foreign cuisines.
âThen letâs eat Hunan cuisine. Iâve seen it before. Thereâs a new Hunan cuisine restaurant, and we can even get a discount...â
âOkay.â
Su Qingsang didnât reject him anymore. She felt a bit dizzy from this conversation.
âHuo Jinyao, you actually donât have to ask me next time. Just say what you want to eat. Iâm fine with whatever.â
âHowâs that okay?â Huo Jinyaoâs expression was serious and stopped starting the car.
âYou are my wife. Of course, I should know your needs. I need to like what you like.â
His tone was really genuine but Su Qingsang felt like he was speaking in an aggressive tone.