Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: As Long as He Says He Doesn’t Know, She Believes Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: As Long as He Says He Doesn’t Know, She Believes “Jiang Jinchen ca to Arica, and last night he made go out with him for a couple of drinks.”
Hanjie looked at her face, thought for a mont, and then added, “It got a bit late when I ca back, and I didn’t want to wake you up, so I slept in the guest room.”
Hanjie sat beside her, thinking she was upset about this, and reached out to pinch her nose.
“You are all looks and no touch right now, sleeping in separate rooms is good, lest I lose control and do sothing to you.”
“…”
The words ant to comfort her felt like needles in Youxuan’s ears.
“Is it because I can’t touch you that you want to touch soone else now?”
The words blurted out before Youxuan could stop them.
Her clear cat-like eyes seed to be veiled with a layer of gray, her heart aching slightly.
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
It wasn’t until then that Hanjie noticed sothing was off with her.
Cupping her cheeks with his hands, his deep black eyes fixed on her, “Postpartum depression? You’re starting to have all these random thoughts; it seems I need to find a way for you to get out and walk around, so you don’t get too stifled.”
“…”
Seeing that she didn’t speak, Hanjie leaned his forehead against hers, whispering softly, “Cat, I won’t touch any other woman but you.”
“…”
Youxuan’s eyes were slightly red as she bit her lip tightly.
If she had heard these words before, she would have believed them without a doubt.
But now, she felt her repressed emotions were on the verge of collapse.
“Were you drunk last night?”
Youxuan’s lips moved slightly, her trembling voice so unfamiliar even to herself.
She just wanted to reassure herself that he was only drunk last night, too inebriated to be aware of his own actions, so he didn’t even know what he had done.
If he said he didn’t know, she would believe him.
Hanjie’s gaze shifted slightly, thinking she was concerned about the last ti he got drunk, and he pulled her into his embrace, his chin resting on her head.
He spoke with certainty, “No.”
The simple word shattered all of Youxuan’s self-deception.
“Really not?”
Youxuan’s grip slackened, almost failing to hold onto her son.
“I did drink quite a bit but didn’t get drunk. I promised you that I wouldn’t let myself get drunk; I rember,” Hanjie’s hand fondly ruffled her hair.
“…”
Youxuan looked at him, wanting to ask if he rembered his promise to never touch another woman.
But before the words could leave her mouth, the little one in her arms suddenly felt restless, quivered, stretched, and then whimpered twice.
“Baby, be good, mommy is here, no crying.”
Youxuan patted the little one’s chest, and when she saw he was sound asleep, she called the Maternity Matron to take the child back to the nursery.
She turned around and glanced at Hanjie, then walked up the stairs.
Only after she saw Hanjie enter the bedroom did she turn to instruct the nearby servant.
“You don’t need to tidy up now; go out, and tell the others that no matter what noises they might hear later, do not co in.”
“…”
Hearing her orders, Hanjie’s brows slightly furrowed.
He stepped forward, about to reach out to Youxuan, but she avoided his touch just like earlier.
“Cat!”
Hanjie pressed his temples with his hand.
He was already uncomfortable from the hangover, he had rushed to the conglorate to deal with matters early in the morning, and he had been in a very tired state all day.
Youxuan’s aloofness was sowhat displeaseing to him.
“Hanjie, can you explain to what’s going on with these photos?”
Youxuan, after closing the bedroom door, pulled out an envelope from the vanity.
She threw it at Hanjie.
She had been overthinking all day long, wanting to act as if nothing had happened, but she just couldn’t do it.
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