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After breakfast, Xiao Minxing went out.
I didn't follow him but entered his study after he left.
I had never been here before. Since the day we got married, he had warned me about which places I could go and which ones I couldn't, and the study was a key point. Sometimes, when he saw me standing at the entrance for a while, he would get angry.
Given these reasons, I felt that there must be secrets hidden inside.
The door to the study was locked. Xiao Minxing used to love spending time in there, but recently it seemed he preferred to stay in the living room on the second floor, so the door had been locked.
However, I knew where the key was; it was on his bedroom desk, so now I had it in my hands.
The study was large. Besides a desk, there were several bookshelves filled with various types of books. In the window area, there was a small sofa where one could see the backyard of the house.
Everything was neatly arranged, and there were no particularly suspicious areas.
I went over and opened the drawer of his desk. Inside were some commonly used stationery items, nothing else.
The surface of the desk was also clean, not even a single piece of paper.
The books were diverse and placed in different positions; there seemed to be no issues. After I looked around thoroughly, I felt nothing but disappointment and more confusion. As others say, the less you can see a problem, the more serious it is.
What exactly was he hiding? And why did he have to hide it?
Unable to come up with an answer, I was particularly eager to know what was going on with him or what he had experienced over the years that wasn't covered by the news outside.
So I drove to find Mina.
She still hadn't freed herself from that unfulfilled relationship, but she was no longer as depressed as before. She looked fine and was handling her work.
When she saw me, she teased as usual, "Mrs. Xiao, are you here to see us hardworking folks again?"
"I would like to work hard too, but no one wants me," I replied, sitting across from her. I watched her assistant bring in coffee and then leave to close the door before I lowered my voice to tell her about last night.
Mina frowned as she listened and then asked, "Are you saying that Xiao Zong might have some hidden illness that he doesn't want you to know about?"
"That's for sure. Otherwise, last night's incident wouldn't make sense. Just think about it—someone who is perfectly fine faints after getting caught in the rain, then goes into the hospital and comes out looking like they’ve been recharged. It doesn’t add up."
"That is indeed strange," Mina said.
She paused for a moment before asking, "But what kind of illness could make him wake up without leaving any trace?"
I looked at her helplessly and said, "Unless he's faking it, I can't think of anything else. But he really didn't look like he was faking—his face was pale, his lips turned purple, and he couldn't say a word or even stand."
She thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you ask his parents? Maybe they know something."
As soon as I heard this, I shot Mina a glare. "If he's keeping this from me, who knows if he's also keeping it from his parents? What if I ask them and he finds out? Then I'll get scolded for snooping around. That would just make things worse. Besides, even if his parents know, if he doesn't want me to find out, they would probably give him a heads-up."
Mina widened her eyes and said, "Wow, Anan! When did your IQ get a boost? You can even figure out such convoluted matters now?"
I slapped her lightly on the arm. "I'm in a panic right now trying to figure this out with you, and you're laughing at me."
Mina was indeed smiling, and it was the first time I had seen her smile like that in many days. Although we hadn't found a solution regarding Xiao Minxing's situation, seeing her like this brought me some comfort.
She took a sip of the clear water in her cup and said, "Why don't you go to the hospital you were at last night? Since it was an emergency, they must have his medical records, and at least you can find out what happened last night."
Hearing this, my eyes lit up immediately. I stood up from my chair and said, "I'm going right now."
She followed me to the door and said, "Look at you in such a hurry; you didn't even finish your water before rushing off..."
"I'm not going to disturb your work; otherwise, Zhuo Feng might come looking for me."
I waved goodbye to her at the entrance and quickly ran to the hospital.
Because the night shift was different from the White Class doctors, I had a hard time contacting the doctor who had treated Xiao Minxing last night. However, the answer I received was, "The patient requires confidential treatment, so we cannot disclose his condition to anyone."
"But I'm his wife! Does he have some serious illness?" I was nearly frantic.
The doctor remained calm: "You can try communicating with the patient; we really can't help."
As a result, I spent an entire day busy and returned home that evening empty-handed.
It wasn't entirely fruitless; at least it proved he wasn't seriously ill. I just didn't know what exactly was wrong or how serious it was.
By the time Xiao Minxing returned, it had already grown dark. He glanced at the dinner I had prepared but didn't stop his pace as he said, "I've eaten."
Then he went straight upstairs.
I could hardly wait to drag him down and beat him up. Doesn’t he know he should at least say he won’t be back for dinner? I ran around all day, and when I came back, I was still rushing to cook for him, only to find out he was like this.
What infuriated me the most was that by the time I ran upstairs, he had already packed up all my clothes from his bedroom and thrown them back into my original room. He said expressionlessly, “I’m done playing. From now on, you sleep by yourself. You’re not allowed in my room.”
Damn it, this was enough to make me explode; I was so angry that I stuttered, “Xiao Minxing, what do you mean?”
He stood there motionless, his gaze coldly glancing at me as he said, “Isn’t what I said clear enough?”
“What’s clear? What do you take me for?” I shouted at him.
But he remained as calm as ice: “A liar? Isn’t that right? Qiu Yuhan, didn’t you come here by deceiving others?”
It felt like a heavy stone had suddenly slammed down on my chest, painful and suffocating.
I thought we were okay. Even if we wouldn’t be as loving as other couples, at least the unpleasant past should have ended. Who knew it wasn’t the case at all?
In his eyes, I would always carry the label of a liar; he would never see me as his wife.
In his world, I was just a puppet, an outlet for his frustrations. And now, as he said, he was done playing, so I could only roll out of his sight.
Realizing this wasn’t difficult; after all, I had lived in such an environment before. It’s just that people tend to be overly sentimental. After experiencing those beautiful moments, going through the same pain again feels like it has doubled.
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