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Watching them leave, a sharp pain pricked my heart,
yet I also found it deeply ironic.
In my previous life, I got my wish and married Pei Jinzhou,
but I never got the happiness I wanted.
On my birthday, I just wanted him to spend a simple day with me.
He said, “Birthdays are a waste of time. I’m busy, I don’t have time for you.”
Yet I saw photos on Jian Shutong’s social media of them camping and hiking together.
When I had a sudden stomach ulcer and wanted him to accompany me to the hospital,
he said, “I’m not a doctor. Even if I go with you, you won’t get better. Don’t bother me.”
But then I saw him taking Jian Shutong to the hospital for a minor cold.
Later, when I was eight months pregnant and got into a car accident with heavy bleeding,
the doctor called him urgently, hoping he’d come to the hospital to sign the surgery consent form.
He replied, “Is she dead? If not, don’t bother me.”
As his words fell, I could hear Jian Shutong’s excited voice on the other end,
“Jinzhou, this concert was so worth it—they’re all on stage now…”
When the call ended, blood kept pouring from me, quickly staining half the bedsheet.
Remembering the wrenching pain in my heart before I died in my past life, I could barely breathe.
Clutching my aching heart, I forced a pale smile.
Pei Jinzhou, since you don’t love me, I won’t love you anymore either.
That night, Chu Yun brought me home just before the curfew set by my father.
The next morning, I groggily checked my phone for the time,
only to see a message from Jian Shutong at the top.
She sent a photo of Pei Jinzhou sleeping at her house,
and wrote, “Jinzhou stayed over at my place last night to keep me company.”
Seeing her message, I felt nothing and simply replied, “Oh.”
I didn’t pay her much attention.
She wasn’t satisfied and soon sent another photo—this time of breakfast.
She said, “Jinzhou made me breakfast himself, even made my favorite heart-shaped fried egg.”
When Pei Jinzhou was with me, he never once set foot in the kitchen.
He always took it for granted that the kitchen was a woman’s domain, and that men shouldn’t step foot in it.
So, in order to take care of his health, I—someone who couldn’t cook at all—enrolled in cooking classes.
As long as I was around, he could always have a hot, delicious meal.
But after learning what he did for Jian Shutong, I realized just how laughable all my efforts were.
I glanced at her messages, didn’t reply, and put down my phone to continue eating breakfast.
Five minutes later, Pei Jinzhou suddenly messaged me.
He didn’t mention anything about last night, just went straight to the point:
“The yam and pork rib soup you made for me last time was really good.
Can you make it for me again today? I’ll wait for you at the office.”
“Oh, and don’t put any scallions in the soup.”
Reading his message, my expression darkened.
Pei Jinzhou never had an aversion to scallions.
In fact, he always thought adding scallions made the soup taste better.
I thought for a moment and simply replied, “Okay.”
After sending the message, I decisively opened a food delivery app and
randomly ordered a yam and pork rib soup to be sent to his office.