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I hadn't even had the chance to emphasize it again when he had already hung up the phone.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Jin Ke put down what he was busy with and rushed over. As soon as he opened the door, Xiao Minxing dashed in and looked at me, asking, "What's wrong?"
His hair was probably tousled by the wind on his way here, parting at his forehead and falling to both sides, exposing his entire cheek. His eyes were bright and intense, showing a hint of nervousness as he stared at me without any disguise.
I felt a bit dazed, just staring at him, momentarily forgetting to respond.
Xiao Minxing quickly turned to Jin Ke, who had followed him in, and asked, "What happened to her? Why is she just sitting there in a daze?"
Jin Ke stood about two or three steps away from us, glanced at me and then at him, before softly saying, "It's nothing. Why don't you go check the Study Room? Sister An seemed to have called you right after coming out."
Xiao Minxing turned around and headed for the Study Room but was promptly stopped by me. Not lingering in the Living Room, I dragged him into the Bedroom.
He didn't resist like before or act aggressively; instead, he followed me obediently. He didn't rush to ask again but instead looked me over once more before quietly asking, "You went out today?"
I nodded and tried to act as if nothing had happened, saying, "Don't we go out for a walk every day?"
He nodded and sat down on the low couch in the Bedroom, gesturing for me to sit next to him. Then he leaned against me casually and spoke slowly, "This time of year is always the busiest for the company, so I've been coming less often lately."
I responded with a simple "mm," not picking up on his words, but somewhere inside me felt a soft sensation.
Looking at him again made me realize why I was so shocked when I first saw him; he had lost weight again. His originally fair skin had tanned a bit, making his eyes appear larger and more spirited. When he focused on someone, there was a sharpness combined with an intense penetrating gaze as if he could see right into one's heart.
"Are you... always outside?" I shifted my gaze away and asked some indirect questions.
Xiao Minxing looked at me and nodded. Then he suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth as if trying to smile. However, his expression was somewhat forlorn; that hint of a smile never reached his eyes before it faded away.
"You seemed to care about me quite a bit back then, right? It's a pity I didn't know how to cherish it at that time. Now, hearing it makes me feel more touched; it seems people can be a bit foolish." His tone carried a hint of self-abandonment, and his gaze was fixed on the corner of the room, as if he were talking to himself.
I found it hard to cope with his sudden change in emotion and couldn't quite grasp the main point of what he was saying. However, judging by how he appeared when he came today, he should be in a decent mood, so it might be best for me to avoid provoking him.
Xiao Minxing sat quietly for a while before looking at me and asking, "How have you been lately? Is the baby doing well?"
"Pretty good. I just had a check-up a few days ago, and everything is normal," I replied honestly.
He nodded, his gaze shifting from my face to my belly, and his tone became more relaxed. "It seems having a child is a good thing; at least you don't seem as awkward as before."
"I've always been like this; it's your perception that's flawed if you think I'm awkward," I retorted defensively.
However, Xiao Minxing smiled with interest and said, "My perception is indeed flawed; otherwise, why would I have married someone like you back then?"
I felt an inexplicable shock inside and promptly shut my mouth.
The topic of marriage had always been a sore point between us, and his illness was likely triggered by that situation. Now that things had finally improved and we had cleared our relationship, it was best not to bring it up.
Xiao Minxing looked at me with a relatively gentle gaze but continued speaking. "What were you thinking when you pressured my family to agree to this marriage?"
Hearing this made me panic internally. I quickly glanced up at him before lowering my head again; my entire face felt hot, and I was sweating all over. My hands fidgeted aimlessly on my clothes.
Xiao Minxing had already recounted the details of how I found his mother and forced our families into this marriage. Now he was asking me again for one of two reasons: either to make me recall my own shamelessness or to understand the source of his resentment towards me.
I slowly shifted my body outward, sitting on the edge of the low couch, but Xiao Minxing showed no signs of relaxing. His hand reached around my waist.
Before I even noticed his movement, I found myself back in my original position. His voice then rang out above me: "Aren't you afraid of falling and getting hurt?"
I felt flustered; however, I had always been passive in front of him. I felt powerless to resist and could only let him hold me while sitting there stiffly.
He seemed very interested in chatting with me today, regardless of whether I was happy or not. His rough fingers rubbed against my hand as he said, "Qiu Yuhan, sometimes I really worry about your intelligence."
This statement was a bit amusing, making me unable to help but look at him again. Sure enough, there was a hint of a smile on his face, and his eyes even curved up as he slightly tilted his head to look at me.
Taking advantage of my moment of distraction, his fingers hooked under my chin, forcing me not to lower my head any further.
The pad of his thumb scraped across my skin, and then he asked, "Why are you blushing? I'm not here to settle scores with you. The issues between us were resolved when we divorced, so you don't need to worry."
Oh, well, it sounded quite reasonable. But what was he here for now?
Before I could ask, Xiao Minxing reminded me first: "You called me today. I guessed you might have something to say to me, but why did you stop talking after I arrived?"
Images of those photos immediately flashed through my mind, and I realized that I no longer had the right to question him. We were no longer close, were we? Who he was with had nothing to do with me.
"Nothing much. I guess it's just been a while since I've seen you," I said, pushing his hand away and avoiding his gaze.
Xiao Minxing paused for a moment before speaking again: "That makes sense; it's been over ten days since we last met. According to your usual style, you should be looking for an opportunity to stir up some trouble to make me angry and enhance your presence."
At this point in the conversation, I was almost regretting calling him today.
What did those photos matter? In the end, they had nothing to do with who I was now. Even if they did relate somehow, based on our past experiences, he probably wouldn't explain anything to me. It was all quite obvious. What was I thinking when I impulsively dialed his number?
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