After being upset outside, Cheng Su came home to find that her own husband not only failed to comfort her but also questioned her and gave her disapproving looks. Her heart turned as cold as the frosty snow of deep winter.
She took a deep breath and tried to keep calm, "I’ve been busy outside all day and I really don’t want to argue with you. You were with me at the restaurant for most of the day, so you should know how busy I was, right?"
Qi Taiguo didn’t make a sound.
"I admit, I didn’t stay at home for the past two days, but it’s not like I was out fooling around. I was staying at the restaurant because I had to get up before dawn to rush over and work from morning to night. Since you weren’t there, I didn’t bother coming back. I have to eat alone either way, and it doesn’t matter where. I just didn’t expect things to get twisted so badly." Cheng Su continued, "Believe it or not, that’s up to you, but I, Cheng Su, have been honest to heaven and to you, Qi Taiguo. I’ve done nothing wrong by you. You can choose to believe it or not, and you can even ask Qiulan. I’m tired and need to sit down before I start cooking."
"Also, I’m human, and of course, I care about my reputation, especially as a woman," she finished, then returned to her room and slammed the door shut.
Qi Taiguo, hearing the loud sound of the door closing, opened his mouth and muttered, "I didn’t say anything, who is she getting angry at?"
He looked at the table, filled with bags of vegetables and meat, and thought about her plans to make braised meat, feeling somewhat sheepish.
Lying on the bed, Cheng Su buried her face in the pillow and silently shed tears, overwhelmed by a sense of grievance. She could brush off what outsiders said, but for Qi Taiguo, her own husband, to not only fail to protect her but also to hurt her deeply, why did he have to twist the knife in her heart?
Cheng Su clutched at her chest, feeling a dull pain. She didn’t know if it was the lingering consciousness of the original host or something else, but she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She thought about the past life of the original host who had committed suicide by jumping off a building in her middle age. What was the reason? Could it really have been because of Qi Taiguo’s attitude?
But if it really was because of him, it wasn’t incomprehensible. Look at his attitude. What wife could endure this?

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