My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 550 - 021: The Hurdle You Can’t Overcome_3

Chapter 550: 021: The Hurdle You Can’t Overcome_3
"Mm, those two are a pair. Biuqiu is a bit aloof and doesn’t like to be clingy. In contrast, Buxia is a clingy one. She probably remembered you from the last time you met at the door. Since I brought you back yesterday, she’s been constantly calling to you, wanting to get close and probably trying to act cute with you." Nan Jiayan responded softly, pulled out the chair next to her, and sat down, handing her a spoon while he spoke.
Because it was an unconscious gesture, Lu Shishu listened carefully and indeed took the spoon he handed over, her gaze shifting back and forth between Biuqiu and Buxia.
"When did you...start liking cats so much?" Lu Shishu took a sip of soup with the spoon, hesitating a bit as she asked this question.
"Do you remember the winter of the first year we were together? It was snowing, the first snow of the year in Nancheng, a heavy one. We had just watched a movie and were on the way to send you home when we heard a cat meowing, didn’t we? You walked over to look, and it was two tiny kittens, shivering from the cold, their bodies turning blue. You felt sorry for them and took my scarf to keep them warm, even wanted to take them home. In the end, you said your mom was allergic to cats, so we couldn’t take them back. I ended up taking them with me. The next day, you accompanied me to the pet store, handed the kittens over, and visited them every so often. Perhaps it started then; that made me like cats. As soon as I see them, I think of your radiant smile when you faced them." Nan Jiayan smiled, the light in his eyes gradually dispersing, as if recalling those beautiful memories.
Lu Shishu paused sipping her soup halfway through his words, her grip tightening slightly on the spoon, her expression darkening, but it was hard to discern what she was feeling.
Nan Jiayan was observing her expression as he spoke, not trying to stir her memories or prove his love. It was a love that didn’t need to be spoken, unchanged for seven years, from beginning to end.
But after he said it, the large room fell into a deep silence, even Biuqiu and Buxia went off to their cat trees to play.
After a while, Lu Shishu still hadn’t spoken, and Nan Jiayan understood what it meant. A bitter smile appeared on his lips, changing the subject, "How’s the soup?"
"Mm, it’s okay." Lu Shishu hadn’t expected the soup to taste so good, nor had she expected him to have such culinary talent.
"Then drink more, it’ll make you feel better. After that, take a good bath and sleep well." Seeing her finish her bowl, Nan Jiayan reached out to take her bowl and served her another one.
Lu Shishu silently accepted the second bowl of soup and drank directly. Meanwhile, Nan Jiayan used a knife and fork to cut the cooked eggs and ham into pieces for her, making it easier to eat.
She saw his thoughtfulness but still pretended to turn a blind eye, unable to get over the barrier in her heart.
She wasn’t a saint; forgiveness didn’t come easily, nor did healing old wounds.
As she was engrossed in eating, the doorbell suddenly rang. Lu Shishu paused, her eyes slightly lifting instinctively, but she didn’t look at him. Seeing this, Nan Jiayan quickly said, "You keep eating, I’ll check the door. Remember to eat more."
He got up and went to the door, first checking the monitor on the doorbell. When he saw a petite girl in a pink princess dress standing outside, his eyes widened, a hint of disbelief crossing his face.
The girl was holding a rag doll, her big, bright eyes like copper bells, bursting with life. Beside her was a medium-sized pink suitcase, her face full of confusion as she looked around, her eyes threatening to spill tears.
Nan Jiayan let out a cold chuckle, raising a hand to his forehead, his mind feeling like it was going to explode, the veins on his forehead standing out, pulsing, with a hidden current of anger slowly spreading through him.
Seeing the girl about to cry, Nan Jiayan suppressed his anger, gently opened the door. Hearing the sound, the girl lifted her tearful eyes and looked at him, her gaze brightening noticeably. Unable to hold back, tears fell as she was about to burst into a full cry.