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Chapter 82: Sweetheart, Are You Mad?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Huo Jinyao sensed that something was wrong with Su Qingsang, who kept her head down after coming out of the bathroom. Something seemed to be on her mind.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Huo Jinyao came up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

As soon as he approached, Su Qingsang recalled their entanglement of the past few days and dodged him subtly.

“Nothing.”

“You aren’t happy?” He hadn’t annoyed her, had he?

Huo Jinyao once again reached out to her shoulder.

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“I’m gonna be late for work.” Su Qingsang pushed his hand away. Her obvious resistance left Huo Jinyao speechless for a second, but just for a second.

“Sweetheart, are you mad?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.” Huo Jinyao blocked her way. “You are mad.”

“Huo Jinyao.”

Su Qingsang realized this morning that she had been getting more and more indulgent of Huo Jinyao. She had begun to accept his existence and the changes in her surprised and even scared her a little.

She had been used to staying settled, in a circle that she was safe inside. Huo Jinyao was now the biggest variable in her life and he made her feel unsafe.

“Sweetheart, tell me. Why aren’t you happy?” Huo Jinyao reached out his hands and wanted to hug her. How could Su Qingsang let him do that, though?

“I’m really not unhappy.” She stepped back and looked at Huo Jinyao. “I’m gonna be late for work.”

She tried to pass by Huo Jinyao but was blocked again. “You haven’t had breakfast yet,” he said.

Su Qingsang turned her to look at the table, where there were all kinds of food Huo Jinyao had bought. Whenever he slept at home these days, he would go out to buy breakfast.

She pursed her lips into a straight line, but could not refuse his nice gesture in the end. Not only did she eat the breakfast he bought, but she also let him drive her to work.

She sat in the car and looked outside the window silently. The passing traffic stream somehow caused her mood to swing.

How should she face Huo Jinyao, a husband who had turned up randomly?

Arriving at the hospital, Su Qingsang could hardly wait to get out of the car, but Huo Jinyao once again took her hand.

“Sweetheart, you seem to have forgotten something.”

“Huo Jinyao.” She knew what it was, but today she somehow didn’t...

Smack! Huo Jinyao kissed hard on her face.

“Goodbye kiss.” Huo Jinyao grinned like a cat who had successfully stolen a fish.

“Huo Jinyao.” Su Qingsang looked around, fearing that it had been seen by her colleagues.

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He didn’t care at all. Instead, he put his face closer, “I want one, too.”

“Enough.” historical

“Sweetheart, you are really stingy.” Huo Jinyao looked at her sorrowfully, as if he’d suffered from some type of injustice.

Before she could respond, he leaned over and gave another smack on her other cheek.

“You are stingy, but I am very generous.” Waving his hand, Huo Jinyao grinned, revealing his white teeth. “Remember to miss me.”

He is—

Seeing him acting like this, Su Qingsang lost the last bit of her patience. She could only glare at him and quickly get out of the car.

...

Maybe Huo Jinyao’s words had worked; Su Qingsang kept thinking of Huo’s face at work.

Ignoring the slight fluctuations in her heart, she put away one of her instruments and looked at the pregnant woman in front of her. “At present, everything is normal. Last time, I told you matters that needed your attention. Now that the baby is getting bigger, it’s better for you to do some proper exercise.”

“Thank you, Dr. Su.” After hearing the points she had to pay attention to, the pregnant woman left with great gratitude. Su Qingsang called, “Next.”

Someone came in. Su Qingsang looked up and signaled for the person to sit down, only to find that it was Su Yuxin.

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