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Xiao Minxing looked up at the ceiling for a while before speaking again: "If it were just that, of course it wouldn't be necessary. However, since everything has piled up together, let's make some temporary arrangements."
Hearing his tone was not relaxed, I quickly spoke before he could refuse: "Is there anything else? You've mentioned Su Qian to me again these past few days. Is it related to him?"
As soon as I said this, I startled myself, and Xiao Minxing turned to look at me.
With that glance, I was almost certain that this matter was indeed related to Su Qian, and that Xiao Minxing originally didn't want me to know.
"Is it really related to him?" I asked him.
He paused for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "There is a bit of a connection, but you can't blame him entirely. There are various reasons. You don't need to think about this; just take care of yourself... and the child."
His words carried hesitation and a sense of wanting to say more but holding back.
He soon turned his gaze back to the room, took a long breath, and said, "No need to rush. I'll find someone to clean up tomorrow. It should be cleared out in a couple of days; there's still plenty of time."
A pang of sadness spread within me, and soon my nose felt sour too. Thinking about the house he gave me when we divorced, the car, and that large sum of savings—if that money were still in his hands now, would we even need to sell this place?
Although he spoke harshly during our arguments, his actions seemed to always consider me.
All the unpleasantness during our marriage seemed to have come to an end after the divorce. I often had the illusion that perhaps he wanted to start anew with me in a different way.
I had thought about this idea long ago, but I couldn't control the direction of our marriage or his actions, so I could only let things be.
But if Xiao Minxing really thinks this way now, should I lend him a hand? After all, I still have feelings for him.
"What do you think about this? You can keep your house in Community for now and move your things directly to my place. After all, that house is big enough; it feels empty when I'm living there alone."
When Xiao Minxing heard this, he turned and looked at me seriously, his gaze deep like an unfathomable abyss.
I felt a bit flustered under his stare and lowered my voice to explain: "Sorry, I forgot about your condition. Um, let's just live separately to avoid upsetting you again."
Suddenly, his hand reached over and grasped mine tightly. The warm flow quickly spread from my hand through my body, inexplicably calming me down.
"I'll go to your place, and..." He paused noticeably at this point. When he looked at me again, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and his tone had softened considerably. "Can we not argue anymore in the future?"
If it were any other time, I would have jumped up to argue back.
Every argument was started by him. Ever since the day I married him, I had been submissive, but that hadn't softened his temper; it had even made me sick with anger. Now he casually brought it up as if I were the one looking for trouble.
But in this atmosphere, with his attitude, I felt an immense sense of appreciation. He wasn't angry or commanding; instead, he was discussing things with me in a way I had never experienced before—a gentleness that suggested we should coexist peacefully from now on.
If we really interacted like this, would his health improve?
I couldn't be sure, nor did I dare to ask him. I could only solemnly nod in response.
Xiao Minxing placed my hand against his face, his eyes slightly closed, and his thick eyelashes were surprisingly charming like a girl's.
In fact, he was quite handsome. If it weren't for the fierce look in his eyes when he opened them, even if he were dressed as a woman, he would still captivate many.
Good times are always fleeting. When Xiao Minxing looked at me again, the earlier tenderness had faded. He asked, "Didn't you call Jin Ke to help you move? Why hasn't she arrived yet?"
I hurriedly explained what had happened that morning. After a moment of silence, he said, "Forget it. Since we're moving to your place anyway, let's just pack everything ourselves today and take it over together."
"We both?" I looked at him in surprise.
His brows furrowed together as he asked me, "Is there a problem?"
There was indeed a problem. Although Xiao Minxing usually tidied up at home by himself, this was moving day—there were so many things to pack! Plus, I was pregnant now; even if I wasn't being overly delicate, I certainly wouldn't be as carefree as before.
Before I could voice these concerns, he glanced at my belly and said, "You just need to pack the small items; I'll handle the larger ones."
Then he quickly added, "Actually, there aren't many large items; just pack what we need and is important. We can call a recycling company to take away the rest."
So in our large home, we moved like snails, packing and sealing things bit by bit until we were still busy well into the evening.
Xiao Minxing had already taken off his outerwear and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows; a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead.
When I handed him a tissue, he looked up at me with a smile on his face—a particularly bright and carefree smile that left me momentarily stunned.
I had only seen this kind of smile when he was a child, and even after they got married, including later when his attitude improved, he had never smiled like this again.
As he grew up, he always gave off a particularly heavy and lonely feeling, so even when he smiled, it carried a lot of meaning.
He was momentarily taken aback, then quickly took the tissue and wiped his forehead before asking me, "Are you sure all these things are necessary?"
I snapped back to reality and looked at the blankets, curtains, and some decorations that he had packed away in boxes. I said, "If we don't need them, we can just put them away for now. These things were expensive when we bought them, and if we want to buy them again in the future, it will cost a lot."
Xiao Minxing did not respond directly and lightly kicked the box, saying, "You really are sentimental."
I looked at him and said, "Aren't you the same? Otherwise, why would you agree to my approach?"
This time he didn't argue with me. He stood up and looked around the somewhat messy room, saying, "Your things are already packed up. How will you rest tonight?"
"I'll go home. Anyway, everything here is done. You don't need to come over tomorrow; just call a car to take it away."
He turned around, backlit as he looked at me. The shadows spread across his face, highlighting his features but obscuring his expression.
I felt a bit frightened and got up from the chair to turn on the light, but my arm was suddenly held back.
Before I could move, he had already stepped closer. His broad chest pressed against my body, and the scent of sweat mixed with his breath enveloped me instantly, pulling me into a daze.
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