My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Wen Lan nodded and agreed. She was really hungry. She wanted to have a bowl of homemade shredded pork noodles at a street shop, but she was afraid that she would get an upset stomach and hurt the baby.

Bu Yufan took out a particularly grand thermal bag from the back seat of the Lexus.

"Let's go!" He locked the car and subconsciously held her hand.

"No." She said quietly but firmly.

These two words hurt him instantly, just like the two times he had hurt her on purpose before.

His fingers lingered on her cold, slender fingers, and finally let go.

Her hand dropped down.

After going upstairs, Wen Lan opened the door.

He forced himself to wash his hands and called her. "Come here, I made a few dishes that you like. Come and try them."

He put the food into thermos bottles of various sizes. Wen Lan bought all the tableware of this brand and brought them home.

The lunch box has very good heat preservation performance. After opening the lid, it is steaming hot and the steam is even hot to the touch.

Wen Lan wiped her hands, sat down at the table, and watched him diligently move the food onto the checkered tablecloth.

"This is fresh black truffle and beef risotto, your favorite." He filled her up with a large spoonful.

"Also, braised South African abalone. This was made by the Cantonese chef of IELTS. I just heated it up. Let's eat it quickly." He raised his eyebrows and admitted frankly.

If it were in the past, Wen Lan would have jumped for joy. She would have urged him, "I want you to feed me!"

But now, she even sat there a little stiffly and uncomfortably.

Bu Yufan turned his back and frowned tightly, trying to stop the tears from flowing.

"It's inconvenient to bring vegetables here, so here are some wild rice stems and edamame fried with dried tofu. I'll give you some."

Wen Lan nodded, still saying nothing.

He felt like he was about to collapse, the suffocating feeling of heartache almost swallowed him up.

But as long as she could have a good meal, be alone and at ease, and have a home-cooked meal, everything he did would be worth it.

"Ah, I, I have something else to do. I have to fly to Southeast Asia tomorrow. You eat slowly. I'm leaving first."

He made a lame excuse.

"Bu Yufan, I always eat alone these days. Can you accompany me?"

Wen Lan mustered up her courage.

"Okay!" He looked at her forced smile and choked up instantly.

"Eat more. It won't taste good if it gets cold." He cut abalone for her.

“Is there any white rice?”

"Yes, of course." He hurriedly served her half a bowl of steaming hot rice. "It's the rice flower fragrance you like, drizzled with a little abalone sauce, and paired with wild rice and edamame, it's the most refreshing way to go with rice, right?"

The deadlock and coldness between him and her gradually melted away during this hot home-cooked meal.

"Please help me serve some more black truffles. I also want to eat beef tenderloin." Wen Lan picked up the bowl and held it in front of him.

"Why do you have such a good appetite? Don't overeat."

"I haven't eaten for a long time. I miss it!" she answered honestly.

These few simple and short words made him feel distressed. What good thing? How could he think of it like this?

His pity, gratitude and reluctance to let her go filled his heart.

Wen Lan knew it in her heart and confirmed it. He loved her! But why did he leave her? He had another woman.

Could it be that her hiding the matter of his mother from him was really something unforgivable?

Yes, she did make a serious mistake! If Zhou Yajun remained in a coma, or the worst outcome occurred, then this regret was caused by her and could not be made up for!

Wen Lan had no idea how many times she had asked herself this question.

After dinner, he cleared the table and put the thermos bottles back to their original places.

"You take a nap. This is a dessert. Eat it when you wake up, okay?" Bu Yufan put a lavender thermos on the bedside table.

"You just said you wanted to see me for something, is that all?"

He drove for six hours and didn't get much sleep last night, just wanting to have a meal with her?

"I'll be gone for more than ten days this time, and I thought I should come here once." He didn't explain it clearly.

"You'll have to drive a long way back. This is too tiring and too dangerous." She grabbed his arm. "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Wen Lan's voice became softer and softer.

"Okay." He agreed, wanting to spend more time with her.

"I have a new toothbrush here, I'll get it." Wen Lan knew that he loved cleanliness, and they both had this habit.

"Mouthwash..."

"I saw it, I'll use yours." He continued. In the past, they always liked to take turns using it.

"Here's your pillow." Wen Lan gave him the one she usually used. The pillow and sheets were all brought from home. Even the quilt underneath was replaced by her own.

"Bu Yufan, I don't mean anything else. Just take off your clothes and go to bed, cover yourself with the quilt and have a good sleep." She was very understanding. Even if they broke up, there was no need to pretend.

After Wen Lan finished washing up and returned to bed, she handed him a cup of warm water. He drank it obediently, lay down, and gently hugged her.

"No." She whispered, awkwardly.

This "no" did not make him feel heartbroken. He understood why she said that.

"Don't want what?" He teased her deliberately.

"I'm worried that you'd be cold. The quilt is still cold." He pulled her into his arms, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and pressed his chest tightly against her back.

Wen Lan was hugged by him and clearly felt him, and became hard in an instant.

"Bu Yufan."

"Ok?"

"Do you really like that woman?" she asked him timidly. "You...are flying tomorrow and staying so long? Is it because of her?"

He sighed.

She asked the question but didn't worry about the answer. She fluttered her eyelashes and, unable to resist the sleepiness, fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, she heard him talking on the phone in the bathroom.

"I haven't decided yet. There's no rush for this matter. Let's all focus on the negotiation itself, okay? We still have time to think about it."

"But what if, by then, we lose the project and we have no way to stop it?"

"I never wanted this project. Do as I say."

Bu Yufan hung up the phone and came out of the bathroom.

"Did I wake you up?" He quickly found Wen Lan's woolen shawl and wrapped it around her.

"When did you get up and how long did you sleep?" she asked with concern.

"I didn't sleep. The phone calls kept coming."

"Bu Yufan!"

"Ok?"

"Don't leave, stay here tonight, okay? If you go back now, I'll be worried."

"Okay!" He agreed to her immediately.

Wen Lan looked out the window. Outside the gauze curtain, it was already getting dark.

"Do you want to go to the ward and see your..." Wen Lan's voice was hollow. "But if it were now, you might meet Xiao Chen. If you want, I'll go with you!"