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As soon as I saw him, I was stunned.
It wouldn't work to force it, so I came up with an idea in my anger. While hiding in the bathroom, I said, "I just came back all sweaty and was about to take a shower before coming over."
He had already reached the bathroom door, perfectly blocking the door I was trying to close. His expression was unpredictable, and his sharp gaze was fixed on me.
I didn't dare to look at him at all, keeping my eyes on my toes. My legs felt as weak as noodles. The disparity in our strengths always crushed the decisions I had finally made with just a single word from him. In our situation, there was no possibility of negotiation; there was only a dominant and a submissive, and I couldn't even think of a day when I could turn things around.
He yanked me back into his room and tossed me onto the bed before swirling out like a whirlwind.
He didn't come back all night.
I lay shivering in bed until midnight, and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep. When I woke up at dawn, the room was cool; the window must have been left open last night, letting the wind blow in and even fluttering the curtains a bit.
I wrapped myself tightly in the blanket, warming my cold hands and feet while surveying everything in the room.
Just like before, there were no obvious changes; the only additional person was me. Even Xiao Minxing's presence had faded significantly. I wondered if he hadn't slept here recently?
Thinking of him felt like entering a black hole that would loop infinitely, which also led me to think of Lu Yishan.
Honestly, I couldn't understand the actions of this group of people. If Xiao Minxing really claimed to be openly in a relationship with her, I wouldn't have any way to deal with him. Yes, I couldn't get divorced; I couldn't escape his grasp. All I could do was watch helplessly.
But he didn't do that. He had openly acknowledged me as Mrs. Xiao, seemingly defending my rights in front of Lu Yishan. At least when he drove, he didn't leave the passenger seat for that woman.
Although it was a small detail, for many women, this was a declaration of sovereignty, and I felt the same way.
However, on the other hand, he showed no hesitation in allowing Lu Yishan to get close. Right in front of me, he cuddled with her and even let her hook her arm around his.
What exactly did he want?
Tell me, he is the king. Only what he gives me will I have; if he doesn't give me anything, then I have nothing.
Is it merely to humiliate, to show his dominance among women? Look, no matter how outstanding a woman is or how humble she may be, in his eyes, they can all be manipulated at will.
If that's the case, Xiao Minxing is not just terrifying; he is also perverted and psychologically twisted. He should go see Su Qian.
I was about to get up and call Su Qian to ask if he would be willing to take on a patient like Xiao Minxing when I saw the bedroom door pushed open.
Xiao Minxing entered, his eye sockets sunken, hair disheveled, and clothes in disarray.
It was as if he didn't see that there was someone on the bed; he went straight into the bathroom.
I hesitated for half a second, quickly jumped out of bed, and without daring to linger for even a moment, rushed back to my room. I changed clothes at the fastest speed I've ever managed and then ran downstairs into the kitchen to make breakfast.
By the time he came down after changing and tidying himself up, a simple warm breakfast was already on the table.
He shot me a resentful glance but said nothing and sat down to eat.
I didn't have the courage to say anything; I quietly retreated to the side and tried my best to return upstairs without making a sound, preparing everything I needed for the Studio today.
After calculating that it was past the time for him to leave, I slowly came down from upstairs. However, Xiao Minxing was still sitting at the dining table and hadn't moved.
I felt a bit anxious. Should I pretend not to see him leave or go over and ask him what was going on?
He is such a dedicated person; it’s impossible for him not to go to work, let alone deliberately be late. Moreover, when he returned this morning, his condition was somewhat poor. Did something happen last night?
Where did he go last night? What could have happened?
I was almost like this, thinking a lot in my heart, but when I was in front of him, I couldn't say a word. So in the end, it was Xiao Minxing who spoke first.
"Come here, let's talk."
My instinctive reaction was, "Aren't you working today?"
He actually explained to me, "You forgot that it's my company; I can arrange my time freely."
Alright then, I nervously placed my drawing tools on the corner cabinet and walked over to sit at the dining table.
He pointed at the fried egg and bread on the plate and said, "Eat first. A hungry person has a bad temper and will interrupt our conversation."
Wow, he can't be talking about himself, right? I'd rather starve than have a worse temper than him when he's full. How could he say that?
Of course, grumbling in my heart is one thing; I still had to eat, especially since I was really hungry.
Even though the food tasted bland under his gaze, I still managed to finish it all. Then I wiped my mouth and sat up straight, waiting for his grand speech.
In fact, I already understood in my heart that saying we were going to chat was just him setting the rules while I listened. I had no right to speak, so there wasn't really any conversation to be had.
He didn't waste much time either and got straight to the point: "Who gave you that painting yesterday?"
It felt a bit like an interrogation. However, this question should have been asked yesterday. It's quite strange that he could wait until now; what was most unbearable was that he didn't even know who sent it. He just glanced at the painting and let me tear it up, which was also why I lost my temper with him yesterday.
"A classmate."
"What kind of classmate? How old are they? What do they do? Is it a boy or a girl? Why did they give you a painting?"
I swallowed and said, "You're not chatting with me; you're interrogating me."
Without a doubt, Xiao Minxing shot me a glance, his tone unchanged: "Speak."
"His name is Ye Guang, a boy, around sixteen or seventeen. I don't know what he does; I've heard he has some intellectual issues and can only do these simple drawings."
His tense expression finally relaxed a bit as he glanced at the wristwatch on the table and said, "Pack up and go to work."
Damn it, this isn't a conversation; couldn't you just ask me directly? Making it so formal and intimidating, and then ending it so gently—it really makes it harder for me to understand him.
Even after both of us got into the car, I felt like everything that had just happened was a dream. Was this man still holding back a belly full of anger while waiting for me?
Just before getting out of the car, he suddenly spoke again: "Don't easily accept things from others; many people have ulterior motives."
I nodded, feeling inexplicably warmed by his words. So when I jumped out of the car, I casually asked him, "Where did you go last night?"
He paused for a moment and replied in a calm voice, "Home."
"Huh? Home? Then why didn't I see you?"
He snorted through his nose: "You slept like a pig; of course, you wouldn't see me."
Hearing this made me break into a cold sweat. So he didn't sleep all night and didn't go out? Did he come back to check on how I was sleeping in between?
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