Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 980: Chapter 679: Without That Person, Only Loneliness Remains (3)

Su Xiaomeng took the towel Xiao Anhe handed over, wiped her own hair, and while wiping, she asked,

"Shixiu, is he awake or asleep?"

"Awake...with you here, I bet he’ll be more awake."

Xiao Anhe said with a smile.

Su Xiaomeng glanced at Xiao Anhe, feeling as if there was more to his words. She went upstairs, and Yin Shixiu’s hospital room door wasn’t closed. Once Su Xiaomeng went upstairs, Yin Shixiu saw her.

Seeing her dripping wet, he furrowed his brow,

"With such heavy rain, why did you come over?"

"I was worried about you. When I came yesterday, I saw there was nothing in the kitchen, afraid you wouldn’t have dinner."

Su Xiaomeng put the towel on her head, went to the wardrobe in the hospital room, opened it, and pulled out a shirt and casual pants,

"I’m wearing yours."

"...Okay."

Yin Shixiu responded briefly, as Su Xiaomeng took the clothes into the bathroom attached to the hospital room.

Before long, Xiao Meng came out, her hair still damp,

"How come you didn’t dry your hair before coming out?"

"No worries, I’m not cold. Hungry? I bought some millet from the supermarket."

Su Xiaomeng spoke as she was about to prepare dinner in the kitchen.

"Went to the supermarket for millet? When?"

Yin Shixiu’s brow furrowed again unconsciously.

"Just after leaving the office, the weather suddenly changed. Ah Su called saying there would be heavy rain. If I went home to get the prepared meal, I probably couldn’t make it back."

Su Xiaomeng casually explained,

"So I just went to the supermarket, got some millet, eggs, and a bit of sausage, a simple dish to go with dinner should be fine."

Having said this, Xiao Meng went downstairs.

Yin Shixiu wanted to ask Su Xiaomeng to blow dry her hair before preparing dinner, but she had already left the room.

Xiao Anhe walked over, smiling wryly,

"Your wife’s really amazing, beyond words..."

Yin Shixiu raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiao Anhe, saying,

"Jealous?"

"I’ll tell you, truly not jealous. When my wife was still alive, she too was a virtuous wife and good mother!"

Seeing Xiao Anhe speak of his late wife with such vivid expression, Yin Shixiu knew Dean Xiao was a passionate person...

There wasn’t too much sadness in his eyes, after all, so many years had passed, even the heaviest sadness has been slowly digested.

But observing Dean Xiao with his abilities, family, and wealth, staying single for years and often mentioning his late wife showed his deep affection for her.

Su Xiaomeng went into the kitchen and started to prepare.

To cook millet porridge isn’t just washing the millet, adding water, and having a pot of good porridge. Once it’s boiling, it needs to be simmered on low heat, with someone stirring with a spoon.

Cooking like this, the consistency of the porridge can be best controlled, and the porridge will be most fragrant.

Yin Shixiu turned on the TV in the hospital room; Beijing TV Station was broadcasting about the sudden heavy rain starting in the evening.

The sudden downpour had caused several traffic accidents and severe road congestion.

The TV reported, while outside, the pouring rain continued, the sound of raindrops hitting the window was somewhat scary.

Su Xiaomeng, after preparing the side dishes, scrambled up, handed her phone to Yin Shixiu,

"Make a call home, initially promised Shuang’er and Huang’er to bring them to see you today, but who knew such heavy rain would fall."

"...Okay."

When Yin Shixiu took the phone, he touched Su Xiaomeng’s hand and naturally held it,

"Your hand is cold?"

"Is it?"

Su Xiaomeng was momentarily stunned, then quickly pulled away,

"Then don’t hold it, you’ll get cold."

"Meng Meng, are you treating me like a child now?"

"No, I’m not."

"You’re saying you’re not?"

"Just treating you like you’re vulnerable, what? You not satisfied?"

"With such heavy rain, you shouldn’t have come, there were several traffic accidents outside..."

"You’re so chatty! If I didn’t come, what would you eat? Starve, eh?"

"Going without dinner isn’t crucial, besides, Dean Xiao already ordered takeout."

Su Xiaomeng squinted at Yin Shixiu, for a long time,

"Fine, then I’m leaving. You wait for the takeout."

Finished speaking, Su Xiaomeng turned to go.

Yin Shixiu hurriedly grabbed her,

"No, stay, stay. It’s even less safe leaving now."

"Yin Shixiu, I’m telling you, I’m treating you like a son now, so you can get better, just like before! Stop complaining, more nagging than my dad..."

"..."

After she finished, Su Xiaomeng gave him a defiant look.

What could Yin Shixiu say? Express his unwillingness to be treated like a son by his wife?

If he did, he might never get the chance to be treated like a husband by her.

Looking at the outfit she wore, which really didn’t fit well, the sleeves rolled several times, looking like she had a thick bracelet on her wrist.

The casual pants also, she wore with a touch of a long skirt.

She went downstairs again, to keep an eye on dinner...

Yin Shixiu’s eyes filled with calm tenderness, a strong contrast to the raging wind and rain outside.

He still remembered those days, chasing her, wanting to understand her little by little, the more he understood, the more fascinated he became.

Still remembered those days...

The shy young girl frightened and panicked by the fact of unmarried pregnancy.

Still remembered...

Afraid she wouldn’t keep the child, how many lies he invented, how many strategies he used.

But honestly, some of it he didn’t quite remember...

How exactly he coaxed her to get the marriage certificate, that excuse must have been terribly immature.

Remembered...

Back then, him chasing her, her avoiding him, guarding against him...

Every word and action was cautious yet careless; looking back, that first year felt like drifting sand, trying to hold on but slipping through fingers.

This time, talking about it, a day is twenty-four hours, an hour sixty minutes...

But looking back, it felt like passing through a time machine.

The torrential rain incessantly battered the window glass, hitting heavily, as if wanting to break the glass.

"Dinner’s ready!"

Called out by Xiao Anhe, holding a tray, laying out two kinds of pickled vegetables and a small plate of stir-fry.

Next to the bed was a low folding table; Xiao Anhe placed the dishes, pulled over a wheelchair, helped Yin Shixiu move from the bed to the wheelchair.

"Careful, the porridge is coming!"

Su Xiaomeng carried the pot of porridge with a cloth upstairs, placed it steadily on the table, opened the lid, and the porridge inside was still rolling with the heat!

The fragrance spread with the steaming heat.

"Truly a skill!"

Xiao Anhe sniffed, couldn’t help but praise.

Su Xiaomeng sat aside, ladling porridge into bowls, leisurely saying,

"Dean Xiao, don’t flatter me, just cooking some porridge, and you praise it like this? What? Afraid I’ll criticize you for ordering takeout for my husband?"

"Uh-uh... Mrs. Yin, truly not flattering you. Cooking porridge, is that all?"

Xiao Anhe took the bowl of porridge from Su Xiaomeng, stirred with the spoon,

"Getting what seems simple done well is much harder than getting what looks difficult done well."

"..."

"Like you said, cooking porridge, is that all? So many appliances, rice cooker functions getting more comprehensive, everyone nowadays values health, there are even products specialized for porridge cooking, is cooking porridge hard?"

Xiao Anhe said with a smile,

"But I say, no matter how good the product, it can’t make porridge like the one Mrs. Yin brought today."

Su Xiaomeng smiled, served a bowl to Yin Shixiu, then filled her own bowl,

"Dean Xiao, this... still flattering me, isn’t it?"

Su Xiaomeng herself didn’t detect much difference between her porridge and others’.