Before My Withering [枯萎之前]

Chapter 9

[Sometimes sobriety is the wrong thing to do.]

I thought about it. I hadn't dared to call directly, so I only sent a few messages to Qi Shu.

【Senior】

【I'm sorry】

【Can I go back?】

He replied quickly this time: 【You can】

I couldn't help but guess what he's doing and thinking right now, as the two cold words on the screen held no emotion.

If he's unhappy, how could I explain that I didn't mean to disturb him yesterday?

Besides, he didn't seem to like Xu Xingze that much. Will I only make things worse...

Fortunately, he did not say that he wouldn't allow me to go back.

I was still thinking about how to find an excuse to get discharged from the hospital when Xu Xingze answered the phone and reluctantly dealt with it. After a few words, he put down his cell phone with black lines shrouding his face and said, "Qi Shu's secretary said he would pick you up in half an hour."

After that, he mumbled to himself, "It's strange. How did he know my phone number?"

I also wondered why they didn't call me directly.

"If you don't want to go, you can stay in the hospital or go back to school. You don't have to be afraid, I'm here."

"I'd like to..."

Xu Xingze choked for a moment, then sighed bitterly. He looked at my belly and said, "I almost forgot that you're..."

In fact, I don't feel much about the little guy in my stomach. After all, it's only less than two months, so I couldn't even tell the gender.

I hope it's a cute beta girl.

The personality shouldn't be too much like Qi Shu.

Well... It wouldn't be good if she's like me. I don't have my own opinions and I don't know people clearly.

It's better to be a little smarter like Qi Shu.

Xiao Wu was constantly on time. If he said half an hour, then it would be half an hour, not a minute too soon.

He took me home and said that Qi Shu had to work late today.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a pair of goose yellow plush slippers on the shoe cabinet that I had never seen before. Regarding the size or the style, it didn't look like Qi Shu's.

It seems that in my absence this week, he wasn't lonely at all.

"By the way," I called Xiao Wu, who was about to leave, and asked, "That omega last time, was it Wen Ziqing?"

Xiao Wu didn't know how to lie. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he had to mutter and admit, "Yes..."

Sure enough.

"I got it." I waved my hand, no longer going to continue asking.

After Xiao Wu left, I was suddenly at a loss for words.

When I looked down, I saw those slippers again that were placed on the top shelf of the shoe cabinet, which were eye-catching.

My original mood of expecting to see Qi Shu instantly fell apart.

Strange. Why do people always want to covet things that couldn't belong to them? Is it really addictive to love someone you couldn't have?

If there's more time, maybe I'll try my best to win the spot of white moonlight that lasted more than ten years and two months of new love?