Seven years after my death, the male protagonist of the substitute novel was criticized

Chapter 73 Check if she is out fooling around

"I'm back--"

After the dinner, Ding Zitong drove Lin Lu back to Tanghu Mansion. Perhaps out of guilt or something, he didn't go upstairs.

She opened the door by herself, and after entering, she habitually reported that she was safe. Then she reacted and looked at Pei Yizhou in the kitchen: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Pei Yizhou looked back at her and continued to stir the white fungus soup in the pot.

"Waiting for you to come back. Have you had a drink?"

"No. I made up an excuse that I was sick and said I couldn't drink." She added.

"That's good. Come and have some soup. If you eat too much spicy food, your throat will feel uncomfortable at night."

Pei Yizhou brought out the cooked Tremella and Snow Pear Soup. The dark blue apron he wore over his shirt looked very homely. When he stirred it with a spoon, the silver ring on his ring finger flashed a momentary glow.

Lin Lu's eyes were wandering around, and she felt uncomfortable for having gone out to fool around without telling her husband and coming back late at night.

"Put it here. I'll drink it later." She stood up as if under pressure, unzipped her down jacket and said she was going to take a shower first.

She said as she walked towards the bedroom, "Take off your coat and hang it up to let the smell get rid of it."

Pei Yizhou stopped stirring the Tremella soup and asked behind him: "Don't you want to see me?"

Lin Lu turned around at the bedroom door, frowned and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

"Then why do you seem afraid to look at me?"

"…I'm just a little tired from eating and drinking."

"Really? I thought something happened at the party."

Pei Yizhou probably didn't know that Duan Chengyu was looking for her, but Lin Lu still felt a little guilty because of his ambiguous words and the unclear gaze that was separated by half of the living room.

"You're overthinking it. Hurry up and pack up and go back to sleep early." She instructed calmly and went into the bedroom.

Pei Yizhou didn't move for a while, listening to the very slight sound of water coming from the bedroom, then he took the Tremella soup back to the kitchen to keep it warm.

Then he set his eyes on the down jacket that was hung up.

He walked over, looked through it twice, listened carefully to make sure that the person in the bedroom would not come out for the time being, then brought the clothes closer and smelled them.

It's the smell of food, no other smells.

Pei Yizhou lowered his eyes and took the clothes to the laundry room as usual.

Before leaving, he knocked on the door and said to Lin Lu, "Lu Lu, I put your coat in the washing machine and air-washed it. You can wear it as usual tomorrow. The Tremella soup is kept warm in the kitchen, remember to drink a bowl."

Lin Lu stopped washing up and leaned over the bathroom door and replied loudly: "Got it!"

"Also, wear something thicker when you blow dry your hair after taking a shower, change into woolen slippers in time, go to bed after your hair is dry, and don't play with your phone all the time. If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, press the smart housekeeper machine in the living room and I can rush over as soon as possible..."

"I know, I know!" She felt a little cold and quickly closed the door again, ignoring his nagging.

Pei Yizhou took a deep breath and could only leave in silence.

Then come back early the next morning.

After his illness, he learned to respect his personal privacy. He didn't use the key to open the door, but knocked on it honestly.

It was just too early, Lin Lu's eyes were still hazy, and when he opened the door, his face was full of resentment. He scratched the hair on his head and complained: "Can't you open the door yourself..."

Pei Yizhou opened his thin lips slightly and was about to respond to her words when Lin Lu suddenly reacted.

"I was confused just now. You did a good job. It is right to knock on the door when visiting someone." Pei Yizhou: "..."

He closed the door and raised his chin: "Go wash up and change your clothes. Wear something thicker before coming out."

"Actually, you don't have to come." This was said quite tactfully. If it happened a few days ago, given their relationship at the time, she could have just told him to get lost.

The reason why he could have such a good tone now was that he had been a poor widower for seven years. His forbearance for love in recent months was particularly touching. The soft-hearted Lin Lu was embarrassed to say harsh words to him again.

Pei Yizhou smiled bitterly, without looking back, and walked steadily towards the living room and said, "Breakfast includes Liwan boat porridge and shrimp and crab roe dumplings. They are limited supply from the most famous Cantonese breakfast in Hai City."

"..." Lin Lu scratched his frizzy hair with both hands and went back to his room to change clothes as undemandingly as possible.

The limited-supply breakfast is delicious and can temporarily drive away laziness.

Lin Lu took a bite of steamed dumpling and a mouthful of porridge, feeling extremely satisfied.

It's just that the spoon provided by the restaurant was too flat, and she was used to using a deep spoon, so she couldn't feed him a solid mouthful after just two scoops. The broken dough sticks in the porridge also fell back into the bowl with a plop, splashing two drops of soup on her face.

She closed her eyes reflexively.

As expected, the oil splashing law said, the oil either splashed on her eyes or on her white clothes, and she could feel her eyelids burning.

"Don't move." Just as she was about to squint her eyes to feel for a tissue, Pei Yizhou approached first, held her face and gently wiped her eyelids.

He said helplessly, "Every time you eat something with soup, it's always like this. Every time, Murphy's Law never fails with you."

Lin Lu hesitated to speak, wanting to retort as she had before that it was not her fault, but the most urgent thing should be to avoid this intimate action.

She shouldn't get close to Pei Yizhou anymore because she didn't intend to resume the relationship from seven years ago.

After wiping off the porridge and soup, Pei Yizhou sat back, and seemed to be planning to continue the topic and talk about the past.

But seeing her silent reaction, the smile on his lips slowly faded.

"I'm sorry," he said with his eyes downcast, "I forgot... I won't do this again."

Forget that she couldn't possibly change her mind, forget that she had forgotten and denied her past life of love.

The one who apologizes first always wins the guilt. Lin Lu pressed the dough stick with a spoon and whispered, "You don't have to do this."

Neither of them could clearly explain what "this" meant, but they both understood.

Pei Yizhou did not continue talking. Only the silver ring on his left hand holding the bowl was still reflecting the light.

Lin Lu's eyes were dazzled by the light and he stared at his hands in a trance.

In fact, Pei Yizhou is indeed a widower, because Lin Lu, whom he loved, is indeed gone.

What was the difference between them sitting opposite each other like this and the past when he was drunk and dreaming about it?

He was always looking for branches to support himself to survive. At first, he took care of Aunt Pei, then he made money to support her studies, and later he fell in love with her... But now she didn't have to be supported by him, and she didn't plan to fall in love with him again.

The branches had forsaken him, just as a flagpole has forsaken the flag; and when the wind blew, it was nothing but a rag.

"Brother, I've been under a lot of pressure lately," she said suddenly.

She continued to eat porridge mouthful after mouthful, but she lowered her head and continued to speak intermittently: "I feel like I'm sorry to everyone, but I don't want to. I don't know why it has become like this."

"This is not your fault," Pei Yizhou whispered, "Xu Jiayan is right, as long as you can come back safely, it is enough. The rest is just icing on the cake, not necessary."

He swallowed and added, "I won't interfere with whoever you want to be with, as long as you are happy. But if you feel sorry for someone, then don't be with them. Love is about mutual love, not about wanting to compensate someone out of guilt."

(End of this chapter)