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I stared at him, and he looked back at me.
The two of us had been in a standoff at the Entrance for a long time. He finally shifted his gaze downward, glanced at what I was holding, and asked indifferently, "Going out?"
I swallowed hard, turned around to put down the drawing board, and looked at his face again, saying, "You... seem to have lost weight."
He snorted through his nose and coldly replied, "You’ve gained weight. It seems that while I wasn’t home, you’ve been doing quite well."
I didn’t want to admit he was right, but aside from worrying about him for the first couple of days, I really treated it as if nothing had happened afterward. I hadn’t even thought about him; I was busy with my own things. Now that I saw him standing in front of me, I realized it had been about a week since he left, not just three or four days.
I felt a bit guilty, so my tone lowered as I glanced at him and asked, "Where have you been? It seems you haven’t been back for a week."
Xiao Minxing didn’t respond but walked straight inside.
When he went upstairs, I noticed he was holding a bag tightly in his hand, which seemed to contain something important. As soon as he reached the Upstairs, he entered the Study Room and quickly closed the door.
I stopped at the corner of the stairs, listening to the sounds coming from above, unsure whether to go up or go outside.
The sense of freedom I felt when he wasn’t around vanished instantly. I felt like I was becoming neurotic like him. My earlier cheerful mood plummeted into despair, returning to that fearful and cautious state from before.
After more than ten minutes, he finally came out, still holding the bag.
I had been standing at the corner without moving; my legs were starting to feel numb. Just as I was about to say something to him, he seemed not to see me at all. He didn’t even glance my way as he quickly went downstairs and drove away.
Standing behind him in the house felt like being an abandoned rag—dull and useless. The sense of superiority I had just a few days ago vanished without a trace; I couldn’t muster even a fraction of it anymore.
I almost forgot that when he left, he redefined our boundaries. It seemed there was nothing wrong with that; it was me who foolishly rekindled hope after he left, only to be disappointed again when nothing came of it.
Shaking my head at myself, I picked up the drawing board again and drove out. However, my mood remained difficult to lift.
In the Studio during the day, there were now more students. They sat between Ye Guang and me, diligently working on their own drawing boards.
I sat for a long time with my mind blank, completely unsure where to draw with my pencil. The drawing paper in front of me felt like a pale face devoid of emotion—extremely annoying.
I didn't draw a single stroke in the end, just packed my things and prepared to leave. However, I ran into Lu Yishan again at the Entrance.
She was truly an incredibly annoying person. Every time I saw her, I felt an indescribable disgust and didn't even want to say a word to her, yet she never let me off the hook.
This time was no different; it was obvious she was deliberately waiting for me here.
She was still wearing a pink-green dress, with a pair of bright high heels on her feet. Her face was heavily made up, looking somewhat like a member of a cosplay family rather than a person from real life.
I tightened my grip on my drawing tools, not wanting to acknowledge her, so I tried to sidestep her. But she reached out and blocked my way directly.
I stood still, gritting my teeth as I stared at her.
If she dared to make a move now, I definitely wouldn't back down. My mood was already at its worst, and venting on her wouldn't be such a bad thing. How to deal with Xiao Minxing afterward was another matter.
Just as I thought of that person, Lu Yishan spoke first.
"Qiu Yuhan, do you have any shame at all?"
"Of course, that's why I'm not being a mistress," I replied bluntly.
Seeing the bruises and redness on her face actually made me feel a bit pleased.
Before marrying Xiao Minxing, I was just an ordinary worker and couldn't compare to those young ladies like her. Of course, I could curse back if provoked. If it came down to a fight, I wouldn't necessarily be afraid of her; after all, for someone who grew up in an orphanage, survival was the most important thing.
"Who’s the mistress? You're the one! Ever since you married him, you've driven him sick. Qiu Yuhan, if you had any shame at all, you'd hurry up and pack your things and leave," Lu Yishan said after taking a breath but still refused to give up.
Hearing that Xiao Minxing was really sick made me panic a bit, but this woman was particularly detestable, so I had no intention of letting her off the hook.
I forcibly pushed her aside and walked out of the Entrance before turning back to look at her and said, "To leave requires Xiao Minxing's consent. What qualifications do you have to point fingers here as his outdated girlfriend?"
Lu Yishan was almost driven mad by my words and shouted as she lunged towards me.
Before she could actually touch me, I had already lowered my drawing board and held it in my hand, saying, "If you think you can take advantage of me here, feel free to come over."
She was actually quite a smart person. She quickly glanced around and confirmed that there was no one else to help her besides the two of us, so she withdrew her hand in time. After all, I had something in my hand while she was empty-handed and looked pretentious. Compared to my reckless demeanor, she certainly appeared weaker.
Seeing her stop, I didn't think to say anything more and turned to walk towards the car.
However, I didn't go home. Xiao Minxing's illness was known even to Lu Yishan, and as his wife, I was still completely unaware of it. I didn't know whether to feel heartbroken or bitter.
I didn't even know if Xiao Minxing had told Lu Yishan himself or if this woman had learned about it through other channels.
Before I could make up my mind, I could only take a chance on my own.
After driving the car to the hospital where Lu Yiheng was, I sat in the car for a moment to calm down and think of a strategy. What if Lu Yishan had already called her brother before I arrived and told him how I bullied her? Then coming here would be equivalent to humiliating myself.
There were many people at Lu Yiheng's office entrance. Patients holding numbers were either standing or sitting in the corridor, all with worried expressions, waiting for the doctor to help them through their difficulties.
Seeing this made my head ache. Ignoring the resentful gazes from others, I walked straight in.
When Lu Yiheng saw me, he quickly finished writing the form in his hand and handed it to the patient sitting at the desk before quietly asking me, "What brings you here? Is there something wrong?"
Due to various relationships, talking to this seemingly dedicated doctor felt somewhat awkward. However, since things had come to this point, for Xiao Minxing's sake, I had to steel myself. So I cut straight to the chase and said, "Xiao Minxing is sick, right?"
Lu Yiheng looked at me without nodding or shaking his head.
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