Chapter 7
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Su Zhinian did not say anything and walked into the bathroom.
Song Qingchun sighed in relief. It was probably because his mother was there that he did not kick her out.
After washing his hands, Su Zhinian stepped into the dining room. His mother and Song Qingchun were already seated. They were talking about something, and both of them had smiles on their faces. When Song Qingchun saw him, the smile on her face disappeared.
Su Zhinian pulled out a chair and sat down. His mother immediately passed him a bowl of soup and pointed at the two dishes on the table, saying, "This soup and these two dishes were made by Qingchun."
Su Zhinian accepted the bowl of soup but did not drink it. Instead, he placed it on the dining table and picked up his chopsticks to pick up one of Auntie Su's dishes.
At the dining table, Auntie Su chatted with Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, and the atmosphere was not awkward. However, halfway through the meal, Song Qingchun realized that Su Zhinian did not drink the soup or eat the two dishes she cooked; he only ate the two dishes cooked by Auntie Su.
Auntie Su seemed to have noticed this problem as well. She asked Su Zhinian why he wasn't drinking the soup. Noticing her son didn't respond, she picked up a piece of pork rib and placed it in Su Zhinian's bowl. "Qingchun's pork rib, try it; it's not bad."
Su Zhinian nodded expressionlessly and continued to eat. However, when he finished, Song Qingchun noticed that the piece of pork rib that Auntie Su had given him was left untouched in his bowl. Su Zhinian seemed to notice Song Qingchun looking at him, so he turned his head slightly to meet her gaze. However, he did not seem to mind as he picked up the chopsticks and tossed the piece of pork rib into the trashcan.
Su Zhinian stood up and walked out of the dining room coldly.
Song Qingchun stared at the pork rib in the trash can, and her hands gripped the edge of her shirt tightly.
He had said … that she should never appear in front of him again in this lifetime.
Now that she had appeared before him, he still had thousands of ways to draw a line between them.
Song Qingchun's original plan was to have a good talk with Su Zhinian after dinner when he was alone in his bedroom.
She thought that with Auntie Su around, he would listen to her patiently.
However, Su Zhinian seemed to know what she was planning. After dinner, he sat in the living room watching television with Auntie Su.
Time passed slowly, and it was soon 9 pm. Song Qingchun knew it was time for her to ask to leave.
However, it was not easy for her to see Su Zhinian, and she was not willing to waste the opportunity.
Song Qingchun was about to ask Su Zhinian if he had time to talk to her when Su Zhinian suddenly walked to the balcony to answer the call.
Su Zhinian's call went on for a long time. At 10: 30 pm, there was still no sign of him hanging up.
Auntie Su was starting to get sleepy. As unwilling as Song Qingchun was, she did not want to stay there any longer. Therefore, with some disappointment, she said, "Auntie Su, it's getting late, I have to go."
"It's not safe for a girl to go back to the city. Zhinian will be going back to the city as well. Why don't you wait for him to drive you home …" Before Auntie Su could finish, Su Zhinian, who was on the phone, suddenly turned around. He covered the phone with his hand over the receiver and said emotionlessly, "I'm not going back to the city tonight."
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