Chapter 42
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Song Qingchun was stunned by Su Zhinian's sudden statement. When she recovered, Su Zhinian had already walked quite a distance away.
In the dining room, Song Qingchun placed the bowl of porridge before Su Zhinian. Then, she picked up a pair of chopsticks and placed them before him.
Su Zhinian sat at the dining table, and his expression did not change at all as Song Qingchun served him.
Song Qingchun, who was already feeling suffocated by the atmosphere, said immediately after Su Zhinian picked up the chopsticks, "I'll go take my luggage upstairs."
Su Zhinian lowered his head and blew on the steaming hot porridge. Then, he snorted softly.
When Song Qingchun finished putting down her luggage, it was already past 7 am. She stepped into the dining room, and before she could say anything, Su Zhinian, who had already heard the commotion, raised his head to look at her. Then, he used his chin to point at the seat across from him, signaling for her to sit down for breakfast.
Song Qingchun stood where she was without moving.
Su Zhinian frowned slightly and raised his head to look at Song Qingchun. Thinking she did not understand what he meant, he was about to say something when Song Qingchun's voice drifted over. "Mr. Su, after you've finished your breakfast, just leave it on the table. I'll clean it up when I come back tonight."
Su Zhinian did not reply, and his hand that was reaching for the food stopped. As if he understood what Song Qingchun meant, he stared at the bowl of porridge before him for a while before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already 7: 10 am.
Song Qingchun continued, "Mr. Su, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Su Zhinian still did not say anything, but his expression turned cold.
Song Qingchun saw the lack of reaction from Su Zhinian, so she took that as confirmation, so she added, "Goodbye, Mr. Su …"
Before Song Qingchun could finish, the chopsticks in Su Zhinian's hand landed heavily on the table with a thud.
Even though Su Zhinian's expression did not change, Song Qingchun knew he was unhappy. After a long silence, she added, "You said I'll be here from 7 pm to 7 am, and it's already 7: 10 am …"
Yes, this was what he had said, but when she said it, it made him angry for no reason.
Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed the porcelain bowl before him and tossed it harshly on the floor.
There was still half a bowl of porridge left in the bowl, and it splattered everywhere. Some even landed on Song Qingchun's hair.
Due to his reaction, the rest of the sentence was lost on Song Qingchun's lips. She instinctively took a step back before taking another two steps forward. She squatted down and started to clean up the broken pieces on the floor.
The fire in Su Zhinian's chest burned even brighter. He stared at Song Qingchun, who was squatting on the floor, for about two seconds before he suddenly said in an icy voice, "Aren't you leaving? Why are you still squatting there? "
Song Qingchun's hand shook, and the tip of her finger was sliced open by the broken piece. Blood dripped from it.
Su Zhinian's voice suddenly turned even more chilling. "Get lost!"
This time, Song Qingchun did not stop. Without even looking at Su Zhinian, she stood up and left.
Su Zhinian listened to Song Qingchun's disappearing footsteps, and his whole body suddenly felt weak. This feeling of helplessness caused a certain part of his body to ache with pain.
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