flstandardbreds Chapter 175 Apologizing for the Past
Chapter 175 Apologizing for the Past
Ye Wanqing carefully prepared a dinner with warm home-cooked flavors, but she herself had no appetite at all.
Originally, she planned to make a simple dish of fish-flavored eggplant, pair it with soft and glutinous rice, and add a plate of crispy and refreshing bean sprouts to neutralize the greasiness, making it an ordinary but satisfying dinner.
However, Lin Xuan's unexpected visit made this originally simple dinner plan seem stretched.
She had to temporarily take out the treasured pork tenderloin from the refrigerator, carefully cut it into long thin strips, and after some cooking, a plate of tempting sweet and sour pork tenderloin appeared before her.
Then, she quickly added a beef dish with a rich garlic flavor, and the dinner of four dishes and one soup was complete.
The aroma of the dishes just filled the air, and the rice and delicious soup were just out of the pot. Everything was arranged just right.
Although Lin Xuan has a noble temperament that cannot be ignored, he is not a person who stands idly by when it comes to household chores.
While Ye Wanqing was busy at the stove, he had quietly taken out the dishes from the dishwasher and wiped them clean carefully.
When Ye Wanqing held the soup bowl in her hand, ready to add the last bit of warmth to dinner, Lin Xuan had already taken over the burden from her hand, steadily picked up the heavy porcelain bowl, and walked out of the kitchen with steady steps.
Ye Wanqing held the soup spoon in her hand, her eyes following his figure involuntarily, and an indescribable warmth surged in her heart.
When she walked into the restaurant with the bean sprouts, Lin Xuan had already properly placed the soup in front of everyone, and everything was in order.
The rain outside the window is still falling, and the night is as dark as ink, falling quietly.
Ye Wanqing slowly sat down, opened her red lips, and tasted the bowl of carefully prepared soup.
Lin Xuan is a man of few words, and he is even more silent when facing Ye Wanqing, but this silence contains an indescribable tacit understanding.
On the dining table, there is only the gentle sound of chopsticks and soup spoons hitting each other, quiet and warm.
Lin Xuan took a sip of the soup, his eyes involuntarily falling on the gentle face opposite him, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.
I remember when they first got married, Ye Wanqing would carefully prepare lunch for him almost every day, rain or shine, so he could enjoy the warmth of home at least half of the days a week.
At that time, he always indifferently asked his assistant Zhao Yu to handle it while he enjoyed the takeout.
Zhao Yu had praised Ye Wanqing's cooking skills more than once, saying that her home-cooked meals were always delicious.
However, Lin Xuan at that time scoffed at such praise, thinking that it was just a trick done by Ye Wanqing for money.
Later, Zhao Yu seemed to have noticed his thoughts. Whenever Ye Wanqing brought him food, he would consciously avoid her and no longer mention those words of praise in front of him.
At this moment, the past flooded into Lin Xuan's mind like a tide, and his mood became extremely complicated.
He put down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. Then he looked up at Ye Wanqing, who was still chewing slowly, and said softly, "Wanqing, I was wrong in the past. I'm sorry."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing paused with the chopsticks in her hand, and a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in her eyes.
She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to suddenly apologize to her at the end of the meal. This sudden apology left her at a loss for words.
She gently raised her face, and her deep gaze met Lin Xuan's in the air. Ye Wanqing slowly swallowed the food in her mouth and said in an almost indifferent calmness:
"Rather than those words of apology, I prefer that we can each be well in the future and reduce unnecessary interactions."
Lin Xuan knew that she had misunderstood his intentions. He was not good at explaining things, but in front of Ye Wanqing, he had an indescribable urge to clarify everything:
"I--"
There was a subtle tremor in his words, as if every word he uttered carried a heavy burden. "I barely tasted the lunch you carefully prepared for me."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing felt a surge of emotion in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it, her face remaining calm. "Oh, really? That's all in the past."
Lin Xuan's right hand unconsciously stroked the edge of the dining table, his dark eyes flashing with complex emotions, his voice low and hoarse: "I am deeply sorry for many things in the past."
Ye Wanqing no longer had the appetite to eat. She slowly put down her chopsticks. In response to Lin Xuan's apology, she simply shook her head and repeated, "It's all in the past. It can't be undone, and it can't be settled."
She also had unspeakable regrets for him, but those were gone with the wind.
"I'm done eating. I have to prepare some pastries." Ye Wanqing stood up and began to clear the dishes. There was a subtle hint of alienation in her voice.
Lin Xuan noticed the almost untouched rice in her bowl and frowned slightly: "Don't you have an appetite?"
Ye Wanqing nodded gently, pursed her lips, and forced a smile: "Maybe I've eaten a lot of different things these past two days, so I'm not very hungry."
Her explanation seemed so pale and powerless. Lin Xuan looked at her deeply and finally said, "I'll clean up. You go do your thing."
Ye Wanqing did not refuse, handed him the dishes in her hand, turned and walked into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she carefully checked the mung beans and red beans soaked in water. Although they had been soaked for quite some time, she still felt that they were not soft enough.
She picked up the watermelon on the ground and gently cut it into two. She wrapped one half in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator, and peeled and cut the other half into pieces and put them in an exquisite fruit plate.
Although there was a dishwasher in the kitchen, Lin Xuan chose to put the dishes into the dishwasher himself and wipe the dining table carefully.
By the time he finished doing all this, Ye Wanqing had already brought out the cut watermelon, two plates of bright red watermelon chunks.
Lin Xuan washed his hands and walked to the sofa. Ye Wanqing was already enjoying the sweetness of the watermelon while immersed in the world of movies.
She was wearing a light long dress, sitting elegantly on the sofa with her legs crossed and her back leaning against soft cushions. She looked particularly relaxed and comfortable.
This was the first time that Lin Xuan felt her casualness and naturalness so clearly, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.
Seeing Lin Xuan coming over, Ye Wanqing just glanced at him lightly: "The mung beans are not soaked yet, eat some fruit first."
Lin Xuan responded, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, he walked to the balcony and looked at the night sky outside that was washed by rain. "The rain is indeed much lighter."
Ye Wanqing turned her head and glanced at him, her tone still calm: "Then please open the French window and get some fresh air."
The air after the rain carries the fragrance of soil. The rain has subsided, and it is a good time to open the windows for ventilation.
Lin Xuan opened the window as he was told, and a breeze blew on his face. Ye Wanqing felt a little chilly, so she got up and went upstairs to put on a thin coat.
When she appeared again, Lin Xuan was looking down at the picture album she had placed on the coffee table.
The album is full of her hard work, mostly depicting the gorgeous floral scenery in the garden, occasionally interspersed with a few sketches of human figures.
Lin Xuan noticed that the characters on some pages were simply outlined and not portrayed in depth.
The continuous appearance of such paintings made him curious.
When Ye Wanqing is in a good mood, her paintings are mostly colorful flowers and plants; when she is in a bad mood, only simple lines remain.
Lin Xuan knew this very well, so he looked at each painting more carefully, trying to get a glimpse of her state of mind.
Finally, he handed the album back to Ye Wanqing with admiration in his eyes: "Your painting skills are really excellent."
Ye Wanqing took the album and casually put it aside: "It's just some random doodles when I'm bored."
The plot of the movie playing on TV was a bit scary. Lin Xuan took a look and subconsciously looked at Ye Wanqing.
However, there was no trace of fear on her bright face. Instead, her usually calm eyes flickered with curiosity and excitement.
Lin Xuan couldn't help but be a little surprised: "You like watching this type of movie?"
Ye Wanqing nodded lightly, her tone still calm: "Well, I think it's quite interesting."
She didn't want to communicate too much with Lin Xuan, so she just responded casually.
Lin Xuan didn't ask any further questions, but just watched the movie with her silently.