The two first returned to the clinic to get things. Mother Sun and Sun Youping were gnawing on that half watermelon the children had scooped out. Sun Jingcheng took water from the fridge to drink and said nothing.
Actually, that half melon wasn’t scooped out by the children—it was when he came at noon, hot and thirsty, he’d taken a spoon and scooped it out himself. Since childhood, his sisters all ate watermelon this way—just take a spoon and dig out the heart.
On the way back to the new district, he sent Sun Jingfei a WeChat message, chatting about the watermelon matter. He said Mom and Dad were still the same as when they were little—always letting them eat the good stuff first. Only after they’d finished the good parts would the two of them start eating what was left.
Sun Jingfei didn’t reply to him for a long time.
Not because she was moved or had fallen into deep reflection, but because she was currently at a club dancing with former colleagues. After dancing, she came back and saw it, replying to him: “What’s up? I’m dancing right now. You want to come?”
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Sun Jingcheng replied irritably: “Dance away. Hope you sprain your ankle.”
Sun Jingfei replied: “Why are you so petty?”
Sun Jingcheng ignored her, busy claiming credit with Zhou Yu: cleaned the living room, cleaned the bedroom, cleaned the kitchen too; mopped the floor, mopped the bathroom, even mopped the balcony.
Zhou Yu inspected it—very satisfied. She casually asked: “How come this time you’re not saying you did it to help me?”
Sun Jingcheng pretended not to hear and didn’t respond.
He’d taken an early high-speed train back. Originally he needed to handle work matters, but seeing the house was messy and worried Zhou Yu would be in a bad mood seeing it when she returned, he simply spent time tidying it up first. Naturally he didn’t mention going to the seaside last night. Nor did he mention it afterward.
Zhou Yu checked the fridge, making him a late-night snack from the available ingredients. Sun Jingcheng sang as he went to the balcony, collected a pile of clothes on the sofa, folding the bedding set while calling out, “Wife, I washed the bedding.”
“Amazing!” Zhou Yu praised him.
“I also washed the clothes.”
“Impressive!”
“Am I super capable!”
“Capable!”
“Guess why I’m so diligent?”
Zhou Yu was cutting green peppers. “Because you’re excellent!”
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Sun Jingcheng temporarily ignored her insincerity, only saying: “Yanjing got divorced.”
“Divorced?” Zhou Yu was surprised. Yanjing was Sun Jingcheng’s childhood friend. Their couple’s relationship was very good—always harmonious, never bickering or arguing.
“Already got the divorce certificate.”
“Why?” Zhou Yu was too curious.
“Yanjing went on a five-day business trip. When he came back, his wife brought up divorce out of nowhere, attitude firm. Both sets of parents tried to persuade them—no use.”
“Did Yanjing cheat?”
“No. His wife seemed to suddenly… She said during those five days Yanjing was away on business, she was ecstatic. After work she’d watch movies, go shopping with friends, eat and chat. Every single day was full of hope and anticipation.”
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Zhou Yu’s mouth hung open for a long time without saying a word.
At first, Sun Jingcheng also found it hard to believe. What kind of divorce reason was this? But yesterday at the seaside, seeing Zhou Yu’s happy and carefree smile, he suddenly understood.
After a long pause, Zhou Yu said slowly: “I also went crazy with happiness going out to play. Felt an unprecedented freedom and exhilaration…” As she spoke, she gestured like a fish. “Like a fish swimming in water.”
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Sun Jingcheng gave in, saying to her, “You really know how to climb up the pole!”
Zhou Yu laughed loudly.
The two fooled around for a bit, then sat at the dining table eating their late-night snack. Zhou Yu planned, “From now on, run at six in the morning.” After saying this, she returned to the bathroom to wash up.
“Alright.” Sun Jingcheng scooped a large spoonful of shrimp fried rice to eat. After eating, he put on gloves to wash the pots and bowls, tidied the dining table, and picked up rice grains that had fallen on the floor. After everything was tidied up, he tied the garbage bag, carried it to throw in the large trash can in the hallway, came back and changed all the bags one by one, then went to wash up.
Zhou Yu came out of the shower to the living room, saw everything tidied up clean, and was instantly tickled, laughing as she fell back on the bed unable to get up.
Sun Jingcheng found it baffling. Lying on the yoga mat doing push-ups, he ignored her.
Zhou Yu said meaningfully: “Why didn’t it scare you to death!”
Sun Jingcheng didn’t understand. After finishing several sets of push-ups, he flipped and leaped onto the bed, acting like a fierce tiger pouncing on prey, fiercely pinning her down.
In the morning, the two went running. After running, they conveniently ate breakfast. On the way back, Zhou Yu chatted about Sun Jingfei’s situation, saying she’d handled the divorce well, maximizing consideration for Ke Yu’s feelings. Her tone unconsciously revealed some envy. She casually said: “Given your sister’s personality, handling it this way wasn’t easy.” After speaking, Sun Jingcheng lowered his head and kissed her.
Zhou Yu laughed and patted him. “What are you doing? There are people on the street.”
Sun Jingcheng said it was really good. He didn’t say what was good, just that everything was very good. At home, he showered, changed clothes for work. Before leaving, the two hugged. Zhou Yu said: “Have a good day at work.”
At the company, he received a group WeChat. Sun Jingfei sent: “Good morning, I came to help Mom cook breakfast.” Then there were several pictures—a rich, substantial sandwich, a glass of fresh milk, a fried egg sprinkled with a few black sesame seeds, a plate of boiled broccoli and fruit.
Sun Jingcheng instinctively asked: “Can Mom and Dad eat this?”
Sun Jingfei replied to him: “When we were in Mom’s belly, did I eat your emotional intelligence?” After saying this, she kicked that annoying pest out.
Mother Sun and Sun Youping dared not be angry nor speak, eating the sandwich tepidly, sipping the fresh milk like drinking poison. Early in the morning, Sun Jingfei had run over excitedly, saying she wanted to be filial, personally making a breakfast.
Their daughter was so filial, making… half-cooked fried eggs, half a plate of boiled broccoli, and a sandwich that leaked from the bottom when you bit the top… The couple looked at each other—just eat, don’t say much, it’s their daughter’s filial piety.
Sun Jingfei happily ate the boiled broccoli, saying it was good stuff, very high in vitamin C, with cancer prevention and anti-cancer effects.