"Uh, it seems like Qian Jin wants to come see me."
"Now?" Xiang Yu's eyes were unexpectedly clear. He looked calmly at the uncomfortable Qi Sui and asked hesitantly, "Then I... should I hide?"
"No need."
Qi Sui felt helpless.
What a mess.
It wasn't like they were having an affair.
"Just sit for a bit. He'll come up, take the stuff, and leave in five minutes."
Xiang Yu obediently nodded, then asked, "Can I look around?"
Qi Sui was surprised. "Go ahead, it's not state secrets."
Qi Sui walked to the entrance and took out the documents from her bag. Apart from Qian Jin's passport, there were a bunch of scattered items that she hadn't had time to sort that day.
Qi Sui simply threw them all together.
Regardless of whether Qian Jin had any thoughts, Qi Sui didn't want to have anything more to do with this man.
As she sorted through them, she inexplicably turned back.
The tall man in the room gave an oppressive feeling when standing.
But now, he was obediently bending over, carefully browsing through the row of Qi Sui's individual photos on the TV cabinet.
Those frames contained not only photos from Qi Sui's college days but also a few portraits taken occasionally after marriage.
All were of her alone.
Because Qian Jin didn't like taking photos.
The man with superior features lowered his eyes, his hand involuntarily touching the face in the photo, gently brushing over it as if afraid of damaging it.
Qi Sui frowned strangely.
A numbing sensation, as if a nerve had been touched, spread from her earlobe to her cheek. She unconsciously rubbed her earlobe with her thumb, and the subtle feeling gradually faded.
The doorbell rang.
Xiang Yu didn't turn around.
Qi Sui went to open the door, and there stood Qian Jin, as expected.
He was still slicked back and shiny-faced, not a trace of oil visible. He wore a stiff suit, but his expression was barely squeezed into a faint smile.
Last time he came here, he was the owner. This time, he couldn't even see the familiar look of this home.
Qi Sui reached out and handed him the small document bag, which was his only remaining connection to this home.
She spoke matter-of-factly:
"Inside are not only your passport but also some other things you left behind. I packed them all together. If there's anything else you didn't take, it's probably not important. I'll throw it away another day. Check if everything's there."
"Mm, okay."
Qian Jin swallowed bitterly, opened the bag, and stood pitifully at the door, counting the contents inside one by one.
After counting, he closed the bag and looked at Qi Sui with an expression that said he wanted to say more.
Qi Sui then asked, "Anything else?"
"Uh, Suisui—"
Qi Sui cut him off. "Qi Sui."
"Yeah, right, Qi Sui, uh—"
He bit out the words one by one, seeming ashamed of his own appearance.
"Can I go in and talk with you for a bit?"
Inside the door, Xiang Yu turned and stared fixedly at Qi Sui's back.
From this angle, he couldn't see Qian Jin, which meant Qian Jin couldn't see him either.
A surge of dissatisfaction rose in his heart.
Qi Sui frowned. "Say what you have to say now."
Qian Jin looked back, making sure no one was around, then whispered like a thief, "Suisui, would you—think it over again?"
Qi Sui: "..."
"What are you trying to say?"
Qian Jin quickly said, "I mean—look, you're not young anymore. If you get divorced now, you definitely won't find a suitable partner."
He raised a hand, holding up four fingers, looking ridiculous and laughable.
"Suisui, I swear to you: as long as you don't divorce, I'll live a good life with you. I won't let you worry about all those messy things."
"From then on, you just stay home, take care of the house, take care of my parents, and I'll handle everything else alone."
"No need." Qi Sui didn't want to say another word and was about to close the door decisively when Qian Jin stretched out his hand to block it.