Chapter 172: Doesn’t Anyone Ask For Her Opinion?
Since Fu Mingxue refused to eat, there was nothing Qin Wenhao could do.
When she returned from her shower, he urged her to go straight to bed.
Fu Mingxue was indeed getting sleepy. She fell into a deep sleep just a few minutes after lying down—
Once Qin Wenhao saw her breathing even out, he gently pulled her into his embrace.
Knowing how exhausted she was, no other thoughts entered his mind.
Holding her, he too slept soundly.
When Fu Mingxue woke up and opened her eyes, the space beside her was already empty.
She glanced at her watch and realized she had slept in quite late—it was already seven o’clock.
She hurriedly got out of bed.
When she went outside, she saw Qin Wenhao and couldn’t help but complain, "Why didn’t you wake me up?"
"You went to bed so late last night. I just wanted to let you sleep in a bit. Even if you’re late, it’s understandable."
Qin Wenhao didn’t think it was a big deal.
"Breakfast is ready. Go eat, and I’ll drive you in a little while. You shouldn’t be too late."
Fu Mingxue looked at him. "You didn’t return the car from yesterday? You shouldn’t keep using it. What if someone reports you? I’ll just ride my bike."
It’s fast enough by bike, anyway.
Qin Wenhao wasn’t too concerned about it. "It’s fine to use it occasionally. I’ll return it as soon as I get back."
"Why don’t I just ride my bike? I can get to work by myself. As for you picking me up late at night... I don’t even know what time I’ll get off work tonight. The schedule isn’t fixed."
She had to be in the workshop again today.
Besides, she wanted to learn a few things from that Master Yang.
It was frustrating just watching from the sidelines; she was itching to get her hands on it herself.
"I’m free, so I don’t mind waiting, no matter how long it takes. I’d worry about you coming home alone so late. Alright, stop worrying about me, and you don’t have to feel bad for me."
Fu Mingxue’s face instantly burned hot.
She glared at him. ’What does he mean, I feel bad for him?’
’When did I ever say I felt bad for him?’
Qin Wenhao looked at her. "Didn’t you say you were going to be late? Go on, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth."
Fu Mingxue: ...?
’Forget it,’ she decided. ’I’m not going to bicker with him.’
Mrs. Fu came out while Fu Mingxue was eating breakfast.
"Why were you so late last night?"
Mrs. Fu’s heart ached for her daughter.
’Sure enough, a high salary isn’t so easy to earn.’
’Other places, like the cotton mill, have three shifts! Why does she have to work day and night?’
"Mom, it’s a work requirement. My project has a tight deadline, so we need to work fast."
"It’s such an ordeal for you to come home so late. Why don’t you just sleep in the factory dorms? That way, you can get more sleep."
Mrs. Fu’s words made Fu Mingxue thoughtful. ’That could work,’ she thought.
But Qin Wenhao felt as if his world were collapsing.
’If his wife went to sleep in the work dorms, wouldn’t he be left to sleep alone?’
’Ever since they got married, he’d felt a boundless sense of contentment just from holding her at night, even if they did nothing else.’
"—Actually, Mom, it’s much better for her to sleep at home. She has everything she needs here, she can take a proper shower... and she gets to eat your breakfast in the morning. That’s very important, too. The cafeteria food could never be as good as yours."
Mrs. Fu heard this and, after a moment’s thought, had to agree.
’And I can make some nutritious food to help her regain her strength.’
"My son-in-law is right. It’s better to come home! It’s just... at night—"
Qin Wenhao immediately cut in, "Mom, as long as I’m not on an assignment, I can always pick her up."
"Then I’ll have to trouble you, Wenhao." Mrs. Fu’s last shred of worry vanished.
"It’s no trouble at all, Mom. It’s what I should be doing."
Fu Mingxue watched as the two of them decided the matter for her, talking back and forth.
’Didn’t they even think to ask for my opinion?’