Dear Mr. Shi-Chapter 804 - Qinghuan fired husband 2
Chapter 804: 804, Qinghuan, fired husband 2
Chapter 804: 804, Qinghuan, fired husband 2
Zhan Cheng turned to his side, leaning against the cold wall. He did not watch Song Qinghuan leave but instead lit a cigarette and his mind recalled the first time he saw her.
Her skin was fair, and her features delicate. She wasn’t particularly beautiful and was indeed hard to remember at first glance.
Yet, for some reason, after a few interactions, he found himself liking her, and then he fantasized about being with her for a long time, fantasizing about accompanying her into the sunset years from now.
Such beautiful wishes were like soap bubbles, bursting all too soon. They were mere passersby in each other’s lives, a fleeting meeting.
Now she was someone’s wife, someone’s mother, and yet he still stood in the cold corner of the wall, chasing her silhouette through the haze of tobacco smoke.
From this moment on, however, he would seal all of this away, his sole obsession, his eternal fixation, forever hidden deep within his memory.
That night, Song Qinghuan inquired about Shi Yuhuan’s father Zhan Jie, but Shi Yuhuan did not give her an answer.
His face remained indifferent, as if offering help or not wasn’t important.
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What probably mattered to him was whether those two siblings would again add unnecessary complications to his life.
But Song Qinghuan was certain about eight or nine out of ten times, he would help. After helping, he and Zhan Jie would completely settle their accounts.
Shi Yuhuan’s even breathing sounded from nearby; he must have fallen asleep. But Song Qinghuan couldn’t close her eyes, her dim and lightless eyes fixed on the space before her, searching for a faint glimmer of light in the pitch-black night.
She had spoken to Shi Yuhuan about Zhan Cheng’s father, but she had yet to reveal to Shi Yuhuan what Zhan Jie had told her about Bai Rubing.
This matter seemed trivial, yet perhaps it wasn’t, and she didn’t know whether she should tell Shi Yuhuan, particularly since the truth in Zhan Jie’s words still needed to be verified.
Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, just sleep, Song Qinghuan thought as she turned over, planning to snuggle into Shi Yuhuan’s arms. But she accidentally collided with a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes shining with a frosty light in the darkness.
“Oh… when, when did you wake up?” Song Qinghuan leaned into his embrace.
Shi Yuhuan wrapped an arm around her, “What’s wrong?”
Song Qinghuan closed her eyes and sighed, “I can’t sleep, I’m inexplicably irritated.”
“Is it because you’re staying at home all the time?”
“No, do you think I might have postpartum depression?” Song Qinghuan didn’t bring up Bai Rubing’s matter, as she couldn’t fully trust Zhan Jie. Without proof, she wouldn’t tell Shi Yuhuan about Bai Rubing.
Of course, she also decided this because she felt that she and Bai Rubing would no longer have any contact in the future.
After the recent turmoil and becoming a mother, she particularly yearned for peace, only hoping to live a happy life with her husband and daughter, carefree and content.
Shi Yuhuan “…”
Without getting a reply, Song Qinghuan pursed her lips and then confirmed to herself, “I think it might be true, recently everything seems to irritate me.”
Shi Yuhuan asked, “Do you want me to find a psychologist for you?”
Song Qinghuan was taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh.
She tapped him lightly on the shoulder, “Is that how you speak? Can’t I even make a complaint? You’re so unfit for your job, you’re fired!”
“Fired?” Shi Yuhuan raised an eyebrow.
What exactly was she firing him from? He was quite eager for the answer.
Song Qinghuan huffed, “Yes, fired, fired from your current position, Song Qinghuan’s husband.”
