CHAPTER 93: 77. ORIGINAL SIN = 1 MAN + 1 WOMAN + 1 LITTLE APPLE_3

At this moment, Xu Xinzhen was quiet and serene. Her brows and eyes relaxed, showing a delicate and gentle expression once more.

Xiang Jingsheng knew Mrs. Liu was watching him, so he slowly lifted his eyes and asked, "Why is she afraid of men wearing black suits? Has she always been like this?"

Mrs. Liu frowned slightly, "Yes, she’s always been like this. No matter how much we explain it to her, she can’t relax. Sometimes, even when she sees a man in a black suit on television, she gets scared and demands to turn off the TV."

"The doctor said she may have been hurt by a man in a black suit, leaving a deep psychological trauma," Mrs. Liu sighed, "Mr. Xiang is Xin Zhen’s in-law, he surely knows better than I do about what Xin Zhen experienced in China. I suspect it may be related to the incident when Shi Nian’s dad was harmed."

Leaving Deep Valley, Xiang Jingsheng called his son, asking him to come out for a chat.

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In the evening, Shi Nian entered the empty kitchen.

Ever since Tang Yanqing moved in, Xiang Yuan almost rushed home immediately after work every day, and never went out in the evening. But tonight, Xiang Yuan didn’t return, she only sent a brief message saying she had something going on with her father.

Shi Nian wondered if he went to comfort Rosa?

Having come home evening after evening, Rosa, with her temperament, must have been restless.

Since officially signing the separation agreement, Shi Nianxin felt a newfound sense of relaxation. Thinking of Rosa, she no longer felt the anxiety she used to have.

Perhaps, this was the sign that their marriage was destined to end? Such prolonged pain is worse than a short one; maybe it’s better for Xiang Yuan, her, and Rosa.

Feeling relaxed, Shi Nian waited for the rice cooker to finish while washing herself an apple. Biting into the apple, she gently stretched her waist, which had been fatigued from sitting all day.

From the doorway came the lightest of footsteps.

Shi Nian habitually paused, hurriedly stood straight again, and then looked back.

Tang Yanqing had just finished a shower, wearing relaxed silver-gray pure cotton casual pants, with a blue-gray pullover knitted sweater on top, a pure white towel draped around his neck, lazily standing at the door.

His hair was still wet, uncombed, with strands curling from the water. Lazy yet—sensual.

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Seeing her eyes turn like a startled deer—

He lightly sighed, "I’m hungry."

Shi Nian quickly took a deep breath and responded, "Wait a moment, the rice will be ready soon, then I’ll cook a dish, and we can start eating."

The kitchen light was soft and warm, the smell of rice permeating the air; the scene before him triggered an uncontrollable illusion.

A home.

Theirs.

He just wanted to walk over now, hug her from behind, rest his chin on her shoulder, act spoiled, and let her feed him bites of the apple.

Such a tempting image made his heart soften; he had to tightly clutch the ends of the towel to prevent himself from really walking over and making the imagination a reality.

After calming down for a few minutes, he finally walked in with a deliberately relaxed gait and tilted his head to look at the apple in her hand.

His gaze was so hungry... Shi Nian had to shake the apple, "Uh, how about you have an apple to tide you over?"

"Mm-hmm," he stared at that apple without blinking, "On the day I moved in, you insisted I call you sister-in-law. I did, and you said you’d wash some fruit for me... But until today, I haven’t eaten that fruit. In that case, I take back the sister-in-law I shouted that day."

Shi Nian’s face turned as red as another red apple.

—He wanted the red apple.

"Um, I’m sorry. There was just too much to do that day... and I forgot later."

Shi Nian blushed and lowered her head, quickly picked the largest, reddest apple from the bag and went to the faucet. In a panic, unable to find a suitable place to put the half-eaten apple, she simply clamped it in her mouth, freeing both hands to wash the apple under the faucet.

Before she finished washing, Tang Yanqing silently walked over without any warning, pulling the apple out of her mouth.

"Hey..." Shi Nian turned, just about to speak when she saw he had already put the apple in his mouth, taking a big bite.

Shi Nian was dumbfounded.

Chewing, he gave her a playful wink: "Really sweet."

Everything seemed to unfold like magic before Shi Nian, leaving her at a loss for words. Fortunately, at this moment, the rice cooker clicked, "Ding," making time flow once more.

She hurriedly went over to open the rice cooker lid, biting her lip, then handed him the freshly washed apple, "Mr. Tang! Please, eat this one."