Lu Bochuan didn't understand what Shu Qingqing was doing.
After a few seconds of pause, he reached out and pulled the closet door again. "Qingqing, it's stuffy in there. Come out first, alright?"
Shu Qingqing's voice was muffled. "No. I don't want to see you."
"You... don't want to see me?" Lu Bochuan's mind went blank for a moment. "Don't want to see me... why?"
"I'm afraid you'll ask me for a divorce." A pair of almond-shaped eyes peeked out from the crack of the closet, but the gaze looking at him lacked its usual radiance and was much dimmer. "Lu Bochuan, let's not get a divorce, okay? I will make a lot, lot of money in the future and give it all to you. I will definitely make up for the losses I caused you before."
The tight tension in his heart suddenly relaxed.
Lu Bochuan leaned closer to the crack of the closet and looked into those eyes. "Qingqing, you misunderstood. I never thought about divorcing you."
"Really?!" The eyes in the crack suddenly lit up, and the hands gripping the closet tightly also let go. "Lu Bochuan, you really don't plan to divorce me?"
Lu Bochuan nodded and confirmed with her again, "Yes, I never thought about divorcing you."
"I know you were forced to help Li Dagang do things."
"So let the past stay in the past."
Lu Bochuan said several sentences, but Shu Qingqing only heard the words "I never thought about divorcing you."
Shu Qingqing jumped out of the closet and threw herself directly into Lu Bochuan's arms, hugging his waist tightly: "That's great! It seems counting petals really works!"
Lu Bochuan gently stroked her shoulders. "So you counted petals to see this?"
"Hmm?"
"Qingqing?"
After not getting a response for a long time, Lu Bochuan lifted the person in his arms to look, only to find she had actually fallen asleep.
Lu Bochuan smiled helplessly, carried her back to the bed, and embraced her from behind to sleep.
Early the next morning, Lu Bochuan got out of bed.
He forgot to notify the driver to come over yesterday, and Lu Yu and Lu Xun still had to go to school, so he had to drop them off himself.
On the way back, he passed by a supermarket and went in to buy some ingredients.
Shu Qingqing woke up late, and eating at ten o'clock served as both breakfast and lunch, so Lu Bochuan thought about making it a bit more sumptuous.
After returning home, he went into the master bedroom and saw that Shu Qingqing was still asleep. He quietly closed the door and went to the kitchen.
At ten ten, Shu Qingqing woke up.
Rubbing her eyes and sitting up, she saw a pile of rose petals on the floor, and she was dazed for a moment.
What did she do last night?
How did it get so messy?
Shu Qingqing patted her forehead; drinking really ruins things.
And for someone like her who blacks out after drinking, it ruins things even more.
Then she sprawled out on the bed again.
Today was the third day of Lu Bochuan's business trip.
She didn't know when he would be back.
She had blocked him, and she wondered if he had noticed.
She missed Lu Bochuan a little.
But she didn't want him to come back right now.
It would be best if his business trip lasted for three to five months, keeping him so busy and tired every day that he would forget about her.
After letting her imagination run wild for a while, Shu Qingqing finally rolled out of bed.
Opening the door of the master bedroom, the aroma of delicious food drifted over.
Shu Qingqing froze.
Why is there the smell of food?
Could it be takeout that Lu Yu ordered for her?
That's not right either, how could takeout smell this rich?
The kitchen had a glass door installed, and as Shu Qingqing walked over, she saw a tall, straight back.
Her heart tightened fiercely, and Shu Qingqing immediately turned her head and ran back to the master bedroom.
Why is Lu Bochuan here?
Did he come to drag her away for a divorce?
No way, she absolutely would not go with him.
After thinking for a moment, Shu Qingqing locked the door and moved a chair to block it.
This way, Lu Bochuan wouldn't be able to get in.
Lu Bochuan had learned to cook when he was studying abroad. Although he hadn't cooked in recent years, fortunately, his skills weren't too rusty.
He tasted the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the shredded pork with green peppers; both tasted pretty good.
He checked the time; it was ten thirty.
Lu Bochuan set the bowls and chopsticks and went to wake Shu Qingqing up.
His slender fingers pressed on the door handle, but the door wouldn't budge.
Lu Bochuan frowned and pressed hard again, but it still didn't open.
It was perfectly fine when he came out earlier; the lock shouldn't be broken.
Lu Bochuan raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Qingqing? Are you awake?"
Shu Qingqing sat on the bed hugging her knees. Hearing the knock, she pressed her lips tightly together.
She absolutely couldn't speak.
If she didn't speak, Lu Bochuan might think no one was there.
"Qingqing, open the door, come out and eat," Lu Bochuan called out again, and still, no one answered.
Could it be... Shu Qingqing was sick and didn't hear?
He frowned as he recalled the scene when he woke up this morning; Shu Qingqing's face was indeed a bit red.
"Qingqing, can you hear me?" Lu Bochuan pressed the door handle again. "Don't worry, I'll find someone to open the door right now."
Shu Qingqing shrank back.
It seemed Lu Bochuan knew she was in the bedroom.
But how did Lu Bochuan know she was here? Did Lu Yu tell him?
As she was thinking, she vaguely heard Lu Bochuan seemingly making a phone call to get a locksmith.
Shu Qingqing clenched her fists.
Forget it, she might as well go out.
She had to face it sooner or later.
Shu Qingqing walked to the door, took a deep breath, and pressed the door handle.
"Lu Bochuan."
Seeing her come out, Lu Bochuan paused, then immediately reached out and placed a hand on her forehead.
Her temperature was normal.
Lu Bochuan breathed a sigh of relief, said "No need" to the person on the phone, and then took Shu Qingqing's hand. "Why didn't you answer when I called you just now? Still half asleep?"
Shu Qingqing stayed silent for a moment and didn't speak.
Lu Bochuan didn't dwell on this issue. "Come over and eat, I made your favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
Shu Qingqing sat down on the chair. Although there were only two dishes on the dining table, their presentation looked quite good. She remembered seeing Lu Bochuan wielding the spatula in the kitchen just now.
This food was cooked by Lu Bochuan himself.
But he had never cooked before.
So is this... a breakup meal?
Shu Qingqing picked up her chopsticks and ate silently.
Seeing that she wasn't speaking and her complexion wasn't very good, Lu Bochuan couldn't help but reach out to touch her forehead again.
It would be better to take a trip to the hospital later.
After eating, Shu Qingqing neatly arranged the bowls and chopsticks, moving them to the side. "Alright, Lu Bochuan, tell me."
"Tell you what?" Lu Bochuan was puzzled.
"About what you think regarding all those things I did before." Shu Qingqing paused and added, "Of course, no matter what decision you make, I will..."
Shu Qingqing couldn't go on. If Lu Bochuan really brought up divorce later, and she started crying loudly, would he soften his heart?
Just as she was thinking this, Lu Bochuan suddenly grabbed her hand. "Qingqing, didn't we already talk about this last night? I'm already over it."
Shu Qingqing's pupils widened in shock. What did he mean they already talked about it last night?
Lu Bochuan came over last night?
What did he say to her?
Lu Bochuan was just wondering why Shu Qingqing would forget so quickly when out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the wine glass haphazardly placed on the sideboard.
There were still red wine stains left on it.
No wonder Shu Qingqing's behavior was a bit strange last night.
