To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Qingsang didn’t know why she felt guilty all of a sudden; she didn’t know what she felt guilty about. She wasn’t certain whether or not Huo Jinyao would agree with her decision or not.

She had made this decision on her own and had not informed Huo Jinyao of it. IN actuality, Huo Jinyao had the right to know and to be part of it.

He was her husband, so he had the right to decide whether to keep the child or not. It could not be just her decision to use contraception.

In reality, she really didn’t want to give birth. She could accept marrying a man, but having to bring a life into this world, she...

“Wife.”

Huo Jinyao had gotten down out of the car already. He was considerately holding the car door open for her.

Sometimes, Su Qingsang was baffled by his passion; she didn’t know where it came from.

“Wife, what’s wrong?”

Huo Jinyao stepped forward to hold her by the waist and Su Qingsang immediately took a few steps back. There were a lot of people leaving and entering the hospital. She didn’t want to be in the spotlight.

“Do you feel unwell?”

Huo Jinyao placed a hand on Su Qingsang’s forehead but didn’t feel anything abnormal.

“Are you too tired from working?”

His passion made Su Qingsang uncomfortable. She was cold-hearted, and had always been unable to get a hold of herself when she faced Huo Jinyao’s passion.

“I am a bit tired.” She had personally operated on Bai Zhihan and could promise that the procedure had gone well. She still felt a bit uneasy at heart.

A small life, that could’ve been her nephew or niece, was ended in her own hands.

Huo Jinyao was sensitive to her feelings and realized that Su Qingsang was not in a good mood. It was totally different from her bad mood that morning.

Her mood in the morning was hopelessness and avoidance. Now it was fatigue, real fatigue.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Su Qingsang rejected his question and turned around to get in the car.

Huo Jinyao didn’t push further and followed her into the car.

“Wife, what should we eat tonight?”

Su Qingsang was already getting used to Huo Jinyao calling her “wife” all the time.

He can keep calling me that if he likes. It’s only a name, she thought.

“Whatever.”

“Whatever again.” Huo Jinyao leaned over and looked displeased. “Can’t you just say something? You always say ‘whatever. What can I do with that?”

“We’ll just go eat wherever you want to.”

Su Qingsang really wasn’t too picky with food. She had gone to a far off place to be an assistant doctor before she had officially started to work.

The environment there had been worse and even harder. It was still domestic and some people who left the country had it worse. They weren’t used to the food and the way of living. It was easier for them to lose their lives.

She had seen a lot, so, naturally, her expectations for food had decreased.

“Let’s go eat Japanese?”

“No.” Su Qingsang didn’t like it.

“Then what about Korean cuisine?”

“No.”

“Thai cuisine?”

“Can’t you think of Chinese cuisine?”

Huo Jinyao had not realized that Su Qingsang didn’t like foreign cuisines.

“Then let’s eat Hunan cuisine. I’ve seen it before. There’s a new Hunan cuisine restaurant, and we can even get a discount...”

“Okay.”

Su Qingsang didn’t reject him anymore. She felt a bit dizzy from this conversation.

“Huo Jinyao, you actually don’t have to ask me next time. Just say what you want to eat. I’m fine with whatever.”

“How’s that okay?” Huo Jinyao’s expression was serious and stopped starting the car.

“You are my wife. Of course, I should know your needs. I need to like what you like.”

His tone was really genuine but Su Qingsang felt like he was speaking in an aggressive tone.