An Ke would always blush, hiding in his chest, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, and tease: “I’ll support you. From now on, you’ll stay home and do housework, and I’ll go out to earn money to support you. Starting tomorrow, you’ll learn cooking skills. I don’t want to support someone who can’t even cook.”
Thinking about these things, An Ke’s tears kept falling. Was she too naive, or was Jun Hao’s acting too good?
“An Ke, are you home?” Leng Xiang’s voice was still as pleasant, knocking on the door.
An Ke came back to her senses, wiped away her tears, and responded: “Yes, what is it?”
“I want to see you,” came the voice of Jun’s mother, Lin Xiang Hua.
An Ke did not hesitate to open the door, standing at the entrance without inviting them in, her voice as cold as ice: “Please speak.” Leng Xiang was still as charming, supporting Lin Xiang Hua at the door. After a few days, Lin Xiang Hua looked much more haggard.
“As long as you persuade Jun Hao to come back, I’ll agree to what we discussed,” Lin Xiang Hua sighed. “I’m doing this for the Jun family. Please forgive what I’ve done to you before.”
An Ke sniffled and coldly laughed: “You agree? But I don’t want to agree. Do you think everyone wants to enter the Jun family, to marry Jun Hao? I just want you to taste the feeling of a broken family, want Jun Hao to experience being toyed with. What I want is for him to fall for me, and then ruthlessly trample on me. If he comes back, I’ll continue to tell him I love him, keep him stupidly by my side for me to play with.” An Ke laughed loudly, with wet liquid at the corner of her eyes, but she felt no pleasure. Even if these words came from her, the lost heart could never be recovered.
