Good Morning, Mister Dragon!

A large, warm hand rested on her lower abdomen, and the warmth sipped into her body. She quickly grasped the large hand, as though she feared that it would escape.

Long Sijue sensed the young woman’s vulnerability and dependence on him. But deep down, his heart was already torn and squished into mush. ‘This heartless little woman, she killed my child. I should’ve tormented her even more!’

But he did not understand why it felt so excruciating to watch her suffer.

Her petite body was terrifyingly cold. The doctor had said that even though it was an abortion, it was also technically a miscarriage. She still had to go through postpartum care like women after they gave birth. Touching cold water was strictly forbidden. The chill would cause problems for her body.

…..

By the time Su Qianxun woke up, she was alone in bed. She laughed at herself internally with a bitter smile on her face. As expected, she was just dreaming. Long Sijue hated her so much right now. He would not even want to see her. He would never come into her room and hold her.

As she thought of him, the young woman felt awfully dejected. But oddly enough, her body felt so much more comfortable now. The pain in her lower abdomen had also significantly lessened.

Su Qianxun woke up starving. Due to her numb hands this afternoon, she had not eaten much. She did not eat anything for dinner either. Now, her stomach was groaning.

It was already past midnight. Su Qianxun thought that there was probably no one in the kitchen. She got out of bed and went looking for something to eat.

When she entered the kitchen, she smelled an aroma. The young woman walked in and saw a pot of soup on the stove. White steam was coming out of the pot.

Su Qianxun walked over and lifted the lid. There was some chicken herbal soup in the pot.

She closed the lid and went to see if there was food in the fridge. But there was nothing inside. It was when Su Qianxun recalled that Jin Garden never kept leftovers.

She took out some dry noodles from the fridge. Five minutes later, she was done cooking a bowl of bland soup noodles. Su Qianxun carried the bowl and headed back to her room.

After Su Qianxun left, Long Sijue stepped out from the shadow in the corner. There was a lit cigarette in his hand. He gazed at the young woman as she walked away. He felt as if a large hand was clenching his heart, and his heart was throbbing with a dull pain. When he accidentally burned his finger with the cigarette, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

Long Sijue kept telling himself that she deserved it. No one asked her to abort his child. She did it herself. Therefore, she deserved to suffer.

But he did not understand why there was discomfort and unease in his heart. He could hardly suppress the urge to hold her in his arms.

Long Sijue turned and looked at the soup in the kitchen, which was ready to serve. He suddenly turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

…..

Su Qianxun had just finished the soup noodles when someone knocked on the bedroom door. Huan Hua pushed open the door and walked in. She was carrying a tray with a bowl of chicken soup on it.

“Huan Huan, what is this?”

“Chicken herbal soup. I brewed it and I scooped a bowl of soup for you. It’ll help with your recovery.” Huan Huan walked over cheerfully and put down the tray.

“Will this get you into trouble? You should return it to the kitchen.”

“It’s fine. There is a whole pot of soup. No one can tell that I’d taken some. Quick, drink it. Take a sip.” Huan Huan lifted the bowl of soup and insisted that Su Qianxun drank it.

Su Qianxun gazed at the expectant look on Huan Huan’s face and knew that she was being kind. Recalling the condition of her health, she did not turn Huan Huan down again. After all, she did not know what would be awaiting her the next day.

When she thought of that, she felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

…..

Long Sijue went to the hotel. He was afraid that he could not help but grow soft in front of Su Qianxun, even though he knew that he already had.