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But before she could find a topic, Mo Jingshen, who had been sitting there silently with his eyes closed, spoke.
âWe can talk about our divorce when we go back to Hai City. Donât mention it here.â He said indifferently to Ji Nuan without opening his eyes.
Ji Nuanâs face immediately turned pale. âWhy do we have to divorce?â
Only then did he open his eyes, but they were cold, chilly, and dark.
âWe had divorced before, hadnât we?â
âBut weâre not divorced now, and the past is all over for me. I rather cherish what I have now.â Ji Nuan looked at him and said firmly, âIâm not divorcing you.â
The man looked at her coldly. His cold and indifferent eyes were like ice thorns.
Ji Nuan slowly clenched her hands and suddenly asked, âYou... did you marry another woman after I died in the previous life?â
She dared not ask him whether he married An Shuyan, Ji Mengran, or any other woman... such a tentative question had torn her heart to pieces and made it incomplete.
His black eyes fixed on her and gradually shot out a gleam of ridicule. âWhat do you think?â
The short four words completely chilled Ji Nuanâs heart.
Did he admit it or just mock her?
She couldnât understand his words.
Just like she couldnât understand him as he was now.
He was not a simple man, and now he was even more unfathomable and elusive.
She was silent for a moment, then slowly clenched her hand in her lap and insisted, âIâm not divorcing you, Mo Jingshen. I wonât divorce you no matter if it is in the US or Hai City.â
The man looked at her coldly and said nothing more. The door was opened. She looked at him, only to see that he had closed his eyes to rest again. He evidently had no intention of wasting time with her on such useless subjects and arguments.
He didnât even bother to speak to her?
...
The Mo family, Los Angeles.
It was noon when we arrived at the Mo family home, and the servants had prepared lunch.
The others didnât follow them into the Mo family home. There were only the people of the Mo family when they got off the car walking into the Mo familyâs house.
Mrs. Wan Zhu was in a good mood while carrying shopping bags into the house, along with the servants.
âWhat you have eaten in the hospital these days is either food from the hospital or takeaway from nearby restaurants. It has been a long time since you had a good meal at home. Come on, try the food.â Wan Zhu said as she brought the shopping bags into the kitchen, asking the cooks to wash the ingredients she bought and saying she would cook them herself in the afternoon.
Then Wan Zhu turned around and saw Ji Nuan standing at the table, who seemed to be waiting for their elders to sit down first. Wan Zhu smiled and went to sit down when she beckoned Ji Nuan to sit by Mo Jingshenâs side.
Ji Nuan looked at him before she sat down and saw that he was sitting there in silence; his eyes were not on her. Since he said he would not bring up the subject of divorce in the Mo family, perhaps he didnât intend to keep her at a conspicuous distance. She hesitated for a moment and then sat down beside him.
But though their chairs were so close, and their bodies were only half a meter or so apart, it was as if ten years had passed between them. The man sitting next to her was the one she could never reach in two lifetimes.
The servants served the lunch, and the table was filled with dishes.
Ji Nuan set before Mo Jingshen a bowl of medicated food, specially made for her and him by the servants, but he only glanced at it and didnât take it.
âJingshen, fill some chicken soup for Ji Nuan. Her body needs some nourishment. When you return to Hai City, ask Auntie Chen to make chicken soup for her every few days. Better be black chicken soup, which is very good for women!â Wan Zhu said and winked at Mo Jingshen.
What happened? This boy doted on his wife so much, but why did he seem to be blunted emotionally after two months of sleep? Not only had he been less affectionate toward Ji Nuan, he had not even offered her the bowl of chicken soup so close to his hand.
Mo Jingshen didnât seem to hear her, and Ji Nuan smiled to ease her embarrassment. âIâve had a lot of chicken soup these days. Iâve got used to the chicken soup made by you. Thereâll be chicken soup for dinner too, wonât it? Iâll drink the chicken soup you make at dinner.â
âOh, thatâs so sweet. You want to drink the chicken soup I make, right? Okay, Iâll make you some more tonight!â
Ji Nuan nodded and put the fish tofu, which was close at her hand, into Mo Jingshenâs bowl.
Mo Jingshen didnât lift his chopstick. When their chopsticks met, Ji Nuan saw the fish tofu happen to drop into his bowl and was about to withdraw her chopsticks.
But he suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and said coldly, âGet me another pair of chopsticks.â
Ji Nuan: â...â
A minute later, she watched him pick out the fish tofu she had just put into his bowl with his new chopsticks and didnât eat it.
Only then did Wan Zhu and Mo Shaoze find they were at odds, but they thought perhaps the young couple bickered. They didnât want to meddle in their affairs, so they didnât ask them what happened but just smiled and told them to eat more food and get more nourishments.
Then Ji Nuan didnât continue to serve him food anymore. She silently ate some before she put down the bowl and said she was full.
âWhy do you eat so little?â Wan Zhu asked.
âIâve already eaten a lot.â She had no appetite in the first place, and now her appetite had worsened as it was affected by her mood.
âLook how skinny you are. In the days before Jingshen woke up, although I persuaded you to go back home to rest, you ate very little every day. Every time I saw you were not sleeping or eating right, I was so worried about you. Now that Jingshenâs all right, why do you still eat so little?â Wan Zhu said and put some more food into her bowl. âGood girl, eat more. You should put on some weight.â
Ji Nuan had to eat a little more, but she really couldnât eat anymore, so she put down her chopsticks after a few more mouthfuls.
Then Mo Jingshen got up to answer the phone. Ji Nuan was about to get up and leave the table when Wan Zhu suddenly asked her in a voice only she could hear, âDid you quarrel with Jingshen?â
Ji Nuan paused and shook her head. âNo.â
It would have been nice if it had been just a quarrel, but now Mo Jingshen didnât even bother to quarrel with her.
Wan Zhu had been used to seeing how much Mo Jingshen doted on Ji Nuan, so she was surprised to see him suddenly being so cold toward her. Although she felt it was fresh to see Mo Jingshen being so cold to his beloved wife, she still tried to comfort Ji Nuan. âDonât take it to heart. Marriage goes by contrast. Be patient. If he bullies you after you return to Hai City, just call me, and Iâll fly over to teach him a good lesson.â
Tears were coming to Ji Nuanâs eyes. Her tear ducts had not been used in a while. There were many times she couldnât cry out, although she felt her eyes sore and her heart hurt. She just smiled at Wan Zhu.