“No,” she replied, watching his expression and feeling there might be something hidden in the books.
“That’s good,” he visibly relaxed, returning to his previous smile, walking over to crouch in front of her, looking up, “Do you know who I just saw?”
Unexpectedly, she turned back suddenly. Xu Cheng’an hastily released his fingers that were tightly gripping the bedsheets in frustration, forcing his expression to remain unchanged, and revealed a smile: “What’s wrong?”
This smile was too forced. Chen Jing’s heart stirred, and she simply walked back, worriedly touching his forehead: “Cheng’an, are you feeling unwell?”
“I…” Xu Cheng’an’s lips gradually turned pale. He instinctively wanted to refute, but Chen Jing cut him off: “Don’t want me to leave?”
Her gaze was clear, as if she had already seen through everything. Xu Cheng’an didn’t dare to meet her eyes, lowering his gaze, silent and not looking up.
He didn’t know what to say.
He had been acting for so long, fully immersing himself in the role of a husband. He had read so many books, studied so many similar cases, just to make himself appear normal.
He could accept his wife having her own personal space, could accept not seeing her during the day when she was at work, could accept her having many friends.
But until just now, when he discovered she had seen the books under the bed, he suddenly couldn’t hold it together anymore.
The demon in his heart was restless. The voice that had disappeared for a while reappeared, causing him such a headache that his eye sockets turned red.
He suddenly slapped himself.
The crisp “slap” startled Chen Jing. Seeing he was about to slap himself again, she quickly grabbed his wrist: “Cheng’an!”
“It’s nothing.” Xu Cheng’an held her hand, and as he raised his head, large tears fell, his voice choked but still trying to be strong: “Ran Jie, I’m fine.”
“You’re like this and still saying you’re fine?” Chen Jing frowned, her voice slightly raised. Seeing him cry even more intensely, she softened: “Okay, okay, Ran Jie knows you’re fine.”
Xu Cheng’an leaned on her, listening to her soft comforting words, his heart complex.
