Chapter 448 - Zhou Jian Story
Zhou Dayuan was joyous. He noticed that she was drowsy and about to fall asleep. He shook her lightly while he said, “Wifey, sleep a while later. I will feed you some rice.”
The woman found his neck and buried herself in it. She kissed him softly as she said, “Hubby, I am already full. Can I not eat dinner tonight?”
Zhou Dayuan felt his heart was tender, soft, yet painful. The part that was kissed by her made him feel as if he’d been electrocuted, and the electricity was travelling to all parts of his body.
It was not that he did not have desires. Actually, he had the desire. This feeling was hard to describe. Men are different from women. The way men express their love more boldly and directly — he wanted her.
But he could not. He knew how exhausted she was right now.
“Wifey, be good. I will feed you some rice. A few bites would be good also. You are too skinny right now. You need to grow a little more plump.”
She did not look like a pregnant woman at all. Other than her little stomach, she did not get fat at all. Her appetite was so small; how was she going to share that tiny bit of soup with her son?
He felt very bad for her.
The arc on the corners of Jian Han’s lips disappeared. Her figure was curled up lazily, and she did not want to move anymore. She used her small white fingers to pinch the chips, and she put it in her mouth to chew.
The door of the office was pushed open. A cool, clean, crisp air came in. She saw his sparkling black leather shoes by the side of the door in her peripheral vision. Above were his black trousers. It was cold outside. He wore a black coat. There was a heater in the office. As he came in, he lifted his hand to remove the coat that he was wearing.
Her assistant, Xiao Ping, was standing by his side. She stretched her hand out to receive the coat. “Dr. Zhou, let me have it.”
Zhou Dayuan did not look at Xiao Ping. His gentle gaze fixed on the small woman curled up on the sofa as she ate her chips. “There is no need for that. You can leave now.”
He said it plainly and he threw his coat on the other end of the sofa.
Xiao Ping’s excited gaze fell on the man’s handsome back profile, but she knew Dr. Zhou wanted to spend some time alone with his wife, so she retreated out of the room.
The door of the office was closed.
Zhou Dayuan had a glance at the chips on the coffee table, and he turned his gaze sideways to look at the meal tray on the book shelf. He would prepare afternoon tea for her everyday, but the bread and milk on the meal tray was not touched at all.
“Why are you eating chips? Chips do not have any nutrition in them. Don’t have too much of them, we will go home after this. Leave some room for dinner.”
Hearing him speak, Jian Han lifted her head to look at him. He stood tall and mighty by her side. He lifted his long, beautiful right hand and undid the buttons of his suit. As he removed his suit, it exposed his dark-blue striped business vest. He had a sculptured figure. His legs were long and straight. He looked like a model who walked for fashion week just by standing there.
His white shirt wrapped around his wrist. There was a diamond button on the wrist, and it was shimmering brightly under the light.
He was a clean and exquisite man from head to toe.
She drooped her small head down.
Zhou Dayuan noticed that she was being moody without saying a single word. He lifted his heels to walk over, bent down in front of her, and stretched his hand out to caress her silk-like hair. He gently asked, “What’s wrong? You are not happy to see me here?”
“No.” She answered softly as she stretched her hand out to take more chips while she chewed the chips.
But she was unable to reach for more.
She lifted her head to look. The bag of chips on the coffee table was moved away from her. With her slim arms, she was unable to reach for them.
Forget it, she would not eat them then.
She could not taste much flavour in them anyway.
She moved and used both of her slim arms to hug herself tight. She placed her small jaw onto her knees, and she was in a quiet daze.
Zhou Dayuan’s warm, dark eyes were almost on the brink of tears as he looked at her. Seven years ago, when he was in prison, she hid in her rental flat as she cried for him. When she went to that judge’s home, during the time she kneeled before the doors of his house on that rainy day, during the time she used her hand to dig the mud that was stained with her parent’s blood on that cliff, during the time she had a psychological illness during that two to three years, was she also like that — quiet and helpless?