Chapter 982: Chapter 984: Cold War (6) Chapter 982: Chapter 984: Cold War (6) It was still scheming, still planning, still rationality—in the end, it was all these things.
He rembered what the psychologist he’d found on the maiden voyage of Hanhai had said. Lu Weixi was “love-disabled,” perhaps because of his recent “settling down,” he’d gradually evened out his emotions.
But she could share with him familial love, companionship, and a cooperative relationship—the only thing missing was romantic love.
He thought that the easing of their relationship over ti had slowly made Lu Weixi fall in love with him.
It turned out it was still just his wishful thinking.
The hand he had just tried to hug her with slightly withdrew behind him. Out of her sight, he clenched it gently into a fist.
He was so angry he was shaking, his heart as cold as Rushuang, wishing he could twist and shatter the person before him, just to see what her heart was made of.
Yet, seeing her face, and her eyes full of anticipation, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
From the get-go, he knew it was his wishful thinking. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She just didn’t love him, that was all. Perhaps in her heart, there was no longer a place for Qin Zhigu, nor anyone else. But that didn’t an she had to turn unequivocally towards him.
No matter how hard he tried, there was a door in her heart that would remain closed to him forever. She could treat him as a husband, a partner, a friend, a relative—but never as a lover.
At this thought, Qin Zhiyou actually laughed.
He curled the corner of his mouth, slightly lowered his head, turned to the side, and his smile seed to carry a touch of mockery. It wasn’t clear whether he was laughing at her or at himself.
Seeing him laugh, Lu Weixi frowned. She didn’t understand what Qin Zhiyou was finding so amusing. Was he unsatisfied with the one-year tiline? If he had other thoughts, they could discuss it further, “If you think the timing isn’t right, we can keep negotiating.”
As she spoke, she seriously tilted her head and thought, “At least these next few months are out of the question; I’ve already made arrangents with my advisor, during this phase of my PhD, I need to give it my all. Besides, my mother is still hesitant about our relationship, and if we shock her now, I’m afraid it might worsen her condition. At the very least, we should wait until I’ve finished my exams.”
“What else?” Qin Zhiyou asked again. Lu Weixi paused, thought for a mont, and then continued, “Moreover, the ti for taking the dication again hasn’t co yet. Didn’t we say you have to wait at least half a year after taking the morning-after pill? And these past months, we haven’t done any preparation—not quitting smoking or drinking, nor replenishing with vitamins, like oxalates. I don’t think blindly rushing into conceiving is a good idea, after all, having a child is a lifelong commitnt. We can’t just have one for the sake of it.”
“What else?”
What else? Now Lu Weixi was truly at a loss for words. She knew that although she seed to have a bit of leverage at the mont, she really had no initiative.
The initiative had always been in Qin Zhiyou’s hands from the start. Whether it was her job (the projects Qin Zhiyou introduced), her mother’s treatnt (he could provide the best dical conditions), or dealing with the Bai Family.
Despite Bai Changyou’s fierce competition with the third branch of the family, believe it or not, if Lu Weixi and Qin Zhiyou really split up, if Qin Zhiyou just extended an olive branch, Bai Changyou would switch sides in a minute, wouldn’t he?
“So, what do you want?”
“Why bother calculating the ti so painstakingly? I definitely want kids sooner rather than later. If you disagree, I’ll find another way.”
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