Chapter 17

However, Meng Shaoting heard a faint tremble in her voice, and when he heard Mina's voice, she was unhappy. The sudden realization made Meng Shaoting excited: "I'll be back tonight!"

After Meng Shaoting finished, he snapped the phone shut. He lowered his head and focused his mind. Playing with the fire engine in his hand.

The servant brought over the iced acid plum soup and quietly drank half of it. Only then did he feel a chill in his heart.

He actually promised to come back in the evening. Knowing that his heart was filled with a small joy, her mind was already in a mess. She went upstairs and sat down at her favorite window, calming her heart and continuing to read her unfinished novel.

Only by immersing herself in the stories of other people's wonderful sorrows could she forget how terrible her situation was.

In the end, although she had spent her childhood in the midst of scheming and fighting for the sisters' affection, and was not a simple and scheming girl, how much experience could a girl, who had just graduated from a marriage, have to deal with her husband and mother-in-law with ease?

Her husband disliked her, and her mother-in-law was becoming increasingly distant with her. Her father would ask her about their relationship every time he called, telling her to hurry up and have a baby.

She knew that the only thing she could do was to obey her fate. Maybe with Meng Shaoting's child, even if she couldn't get an equal amount of love, she would have a powerful weapon to stabilize her position. Besides, she didn't hate giving him a baby.

When the sky turned dark, the car rang. Meng Shaoting had returned.

She closed the book and hurried downstairs. He was still feeling a bit uncomfortable walking around so she didn't think too much and went over to help him. "Have you seen a doctor?"

His face was cold. "It's been prescribed."

The chauffeur hurriedly handed the medicine over and accepted it. Then, he helped the chauffeur to sit down on the sofa with a downcast expression and said, "Sit down, let me apply the medicine for you."

She naturally rolled up her sleeves and sprayed the ice-cold liquid on his swollen ankle. Her slender fingers gently pressed down. However, there was a slight frown on her forehead. From time to time, she would raise her eyes to look at him, and softly ask him with a voice as calm as water: "How do you feel? "If it hurts, just tell me."

When she finished applying the ointment and went to wash her hands, he saw that her back was blending into the thin twilight. She was not tall, but her figure was extremely small, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. She was always this calm, and he didn't know that tonight, when he wanted her to fulfill her duties as husband and wife, she wouldn't be as calm as always.