C8 Care

"Like you said, I'm a mercenary businessman. Your goal has been achieved, but I have not. " Han Qichen's tone was eerie. The two of them were so close to each other that they could even feel each other's breath.

However, at such a close distance, Xue Hee felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

It was the first time she heard such words from his mouth. Looking at his pair of eyes that did not have the slightest bit of emotion, it was as if an arrow had ruthlessly pierced into her heart, making her wish she were dead.

The last gaze full of warning flashed across Xue Hee's body. Han Qichen shook off his hand in disgust, turned around and went upstairs.

She looked at Han Qichen's back in shock. It was kind and heartless.

For a moment, Xue Hee only felt cold.

She sat alone in the living room. She stared at the large living room in confusion. The place that should have been so familiar was now as cold as hell.

That feeling of loneliness and helplessness enveloped her and took over all her hopes. Han Qichen originally thought that even a piece of metal would be hot under his pressure in such a long time, but he remained unmoved. Could it be that in his heart, he really couldn't take it anymore …

A wave of bitterness welled up in his heart, and the tears that were already in his eyes could no longer be held back as they gushed out.

"Madam." Aunt Cui's voice came from behind her. Xue Hee quickly collected her emotions and wiped away her tears.

Aunt Cui came with a pot of hot water. She poured the water into a cup and handed it to Xue Hee.

"Aunt Cui, thank you." Xue Hee took the cup. In this cold room, only Aunt Cui was able to ease her mood a little.

"You're welcome. This was all instructed by the mister." Aunt Cui said with a kind smile.

"Qichen?" Xue Hee's eyes narrowed as she asked doubtfully. It was hard for him to believe his ears. He clearly hated her, so how could she care about him?

"Yes, sir, as soon as I entered the room." Aunt Cui glanced at Xue Hee's hand on her abdomen as she said this. She chuckled softly, "Seems like Madam is feeling a bit uncomfortable. I've been holding onto her stomach the entire time." Why don't I go cook some more brown sugar water? "

"Hmm? Oh, no, I'm fine. "Aunt Cui, you go back to your work." Xue Hee snapped out of her daze and waved her hands. If it wasn't for Aunt Cui's reminder, Xue Hee wouldn't have realized that she was too nervous and had to protect her stomach.

As Xue Hee held the cup of hot water in her hand, a trace of warmth flowed into her heart.

It seemed that Han Qichen still cared about her. He thought that she would only let Aunt Cui boil hot water for him because he was not feeling well these few days. But if that was the case, then why did he say those words, and why was his expression so cold …

"Alright, then I'll go and prepare some coffee for mister."

"No need, Aunt Cui. "I'll be fine." Xue Hee hurriedly stopped Aunt Cui and stood up to speak.

Xue Hee walked into the kitchen and skillfully brewed the coffee. She understood Han Qichen's taste, even some of his subtle habits. Making coffee was something she was very familiar with.

Xue Hee carried the plate and stood in front of Han Qichen's study. She took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions quickly, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A deep voice filled with magnetism came from inside.

Xue Hee pushed the door open and looked at Han Qichen, who was sitting in front of his desk.

Han Qichen frowned, he did not expect Ye Zichen to open his mouth, "Why is it you?"