He reached out with both hands, took hold of her shoulders, and made her face him directly.
Ji Su imdiately pushed his hands away, looking at him warily. She didn’t care why he had broken up with Lu Xiao; in any case, he had no right to touch her so brazenly.
"Being angry with is fine, but don’t starve the child, okay?" Gu Yucheng was not angry, but instead showed concern for her and the baby in her belly.
Ji Su ignored him, then turned around and went into the washroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, and she ca out after changing her clothes.
When she ca out, Gu Yucheng had already served up plain porridge on the table, rembering that she liked to eat light plain porridge with a bit of pickles on the side. Since the pickles available on the market all contained preservatives, Gu Yucheng had specially asked soone to make pickles at ho.
Ji Su saw the fresh pickles on the table, the small bits of red and white radish neatly placed in a glass dish, exuding a fragrance that had been absent for a long ti.
She rembered that she used to love making pickles herself. He often skipped breakfast in the mornings, preferring to drink coffee on an empty stomach, and frequently worked overti and ate irregularly, resulting in a not-so-good stomach.
So, she would get up every morning to cook porridge for him. He didn’t like plain porridge, so she would make pickles for him and say, "The pickles I make are even tastier than those from Korea, lacking only a packaging platform to go to market!"
The woman who used to rise in the morning to cook porridge and make pickles still lingered in his mory, in his life, even if he realized it a bit late—but realizing it was a good thing nonetheless.
Ji Su knew that the maid she had could not have known about these past events. She reached out for the small dish of pickles and threw it into the trash can, along with the dish, saying, "I haven’t eaten this for a long ti."
Those mornings spent diligently making breakfast had long since faded away with the wind, ossifying into mories frozen at a certain point in ti, never to return.
Gu Yucheng only watched her deeply as she tossed the dish of pickles into the trash without saying anything.
Ji Su was eating the plain porridge from her bowl. Wouldn’t she recall the past?
Wouldn’t she reminisce about how good she had been to him? But she knew that good or bad, right or wrong, it had all co to an end.
So, since it had co to an end, it was ti to start a new journey.
After eating the plain porridge, Ji Su prepared to go out for a walk. The morning sunlight was still pleasant. She would make sure to return ho before ten o’clock; after which, the sunlight would beco too fierce, beating down on her head, feeling as though heat was rising from the top of her head in steam.
When Ji Su left the room without paying attention to Gu Yucheng, naturally he followed her. Ji Su knew he was behind her, but she didn’t care to know what he was up to, nor did she bother to ask.
Ji Su basked in the early sumr sunshine, shimring and brilliant beneath a sky so blue, clouds so white, and the breeze so gentle—especially the cool wind while walking under the shade of trees, the rustling of leaves, nature’s ability to heal all wounds, making her feel that the morning was extraordinarily beautiful.
The sky so beautiful, this sumr morning so stunning, and with the changing beauty of the seasons throughout the year, how could she bear for her child not to experience this world’s wonders?
Thinking of the child in her belly, she felt her mood lighten considerably.
Ji Su smiled faintly, nodding as a greeting to the familiar faces passing by, and generously said, "Good morning!"
Gu Yucheng followed behind her, looking at her slim figure, so empty in a loose, white cotton dress, feeling suddenly heartbroken.
Yet this petite body possessed an imnse strength, driving her to have a child against all odds.
For several days, he had accompanied her for morning walks, and gradually he beca quite familiar with the regulars at the park.
Thus, soone asked, "Are you her husband?"
"Yes!" Gu Yucheng answered before Ji Su could, "My wife is pregnant, and I’m accompanying her on her walk."
Ji Su gave him a disdainful look; this man really had no sha.
They were already divorced, for goodness’ sake! Yet he had the nerve to call himself her husband? Shaless!
"Don’t you have to work? Having and raising a child costs a lot of money..." an elderly lady dressed quite plainly asked with concern.
This ti, Ji Su spoke up first: "He’s not my husband, we are already divorced!"
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