Lu Jinnian's words were merciless. When he finished speaking, he didn't even glance at Qiao Anhao but directly threw the ointment to Mother Chen.
Mother Chen hurriedly put her hands out to catch it, before smiling and saying, "I've already prepared dinner. It's still hot, come in quick and eat." When she finished speaking, Mother Chen realized that Lu Jinnian wasn't leaving the car, and so she asked, "Mr. Lu, will you come home tonight?"
"No," Lu Jinnian callously shot out.
He turned the steering wheel, and turned the car right back around. Then he stomped on the accelerator and sped out of Mian Xiu Garden's courtyard.
Qiao Anhao watched the quickly disappearing car. She slightly lowered her head, hiding the disappointed look in her eyes. Qiao Anhao turned to Mother Chen, pretending everything was fine, and put on a modest smile. "Let's go in."
After dinner, when Qiao Anhao went upstairs, Mother Chen handed over the ointment Lu Jinnian had thrown her. "Madame, mister's ointment."
Qiao Anhao looked at the bottle in Mother Chen's hands. She paused for a moment, took it, and walked upstairs.
Qiao Anhao had been busy all day, and so she was naturally a little tired. After taking a shower, she crawled into the bed. But just as she was going to turn off the lights, her eyes caught on the small bottle on the cabinet by the bed's head. Holding the bottle in her hand, she shut off the lights and slipped under the soft covers. She shut her eyes, but sleep didn't come no matter what.
Why did Lu Jinnian save her? Did it look like he was worried about her just then?
But then, he gave her the cold shoulder soon after. Also, his words were hard to hear.
Qiao Anhao couldn't help but turn over and look at the small bottle in her hands under the pale
yellow night's light. Did he give her the bottle because he really was afraid that it would leave a scar on her face or would affect her sight? Or perhaps, he simply didn't want her face to scar?
The more Qiao Anhao thought about it, the more confused her heart became.
More than five years ago, coming back from Hangzhou after the first time they were alone together in a room, she had thought nonsense, like she was doing right now. She had thought that he was interested in her, but in the end, she was forced to realize that it was all in her head.
Moreover, five years ago, he had told her that no matter who he liked, it would never be her.
So why should she indulge in these fantasies? In the end, she'd be the only one left disappointed and hurt.
Qiao Anhao bit her lip, hugged the small bottle with her eyes shut, and sadness slowly crept inside her.
Lu Jinnian drove straight to the mansion on the Yi mountain.
The mountain was empty, without a single soul on it. He entered the pa.s.sword and walked in, then
drank a cup of water before unb.u.t.toning his jacket. He used his teeth to pull off his s.h.i.+rt, and lowered his head to find the back of his white s.h.i.+rt covered in red.