004 I Thought He Was Just That Kind of Person

Before Gu Nian came, I never knew Qin Zhe'an could be so gentle, so romantic.

We had been married for twenty years, and he had never given me flowers.

But he didn't smoke, didn't drink, had a mild temperament, and came from a good family.

Whenever I needed money, he gave it without a second thought.

He was a programmer, a man of logic—romance didn't seem to be in his nature.

I always thought this was just the way he was.

A man of action, not words.

But then Gu Nian got sick, and he brought her home.

That was when I realized—he did know how to make a woman happy.

When he coaxed Gu Nian, I could almost see the eighteen-year-old Qin Zhe'an and the eighteen-year-old Gu Nian.

Two young souls, full of life.

No money, but so much love.

And me?

I felt like one of those multiple-choice questions men always regret answering wrong—

The one they should have picked but didn't love the most.

I was sixty-five when I found out.

Too late.

Or maybe… not that late.

I never found out who cleaned the floor that night.

I had gone to bed early.

At midnight, Qin Zhe'an nudged me.

He wanted me to bathe Gu Nian.

I turned over, giving him my back.

He called my name a few times, but in the end, he let Gu Nian sleep as she was.

Throughout the night, he woke up multiple times to check on her.

And I?

I slept soundly till morning.

I hadn't slept that well in a long time.

Somewhere along the way, I had become the first to wake up and cook, the last to sleep and clean the kitchen.

But why?

I left the house at six.

By the time I returned, it was seven.

Qin Zhe'an didn't even turn to look at me.

His voice was impatient.

"What took you so long? Nian Nian is hungry."

I put down my bag, hung up my coat, and headed straight to the bedroom.

"Then you cook for her. Why should she wait for me?"