Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 1265: Chapter 1365: She Doesn’t Care About Him at All

She finished speaking and quietly looked at Chu Ci.

Wasn’t he the one who wanted an explanation? She gave it, so now she’s waiting for his answer.

Chu Ci’s voice was slightly hoarse: "Do you care?"

"Does it matter if I care?" she said candidly. "No one likes to share things with others, I’m no exception. If I have to share, I’ll just pretend not to know. But you insist on telling me the facts every day. Don’t you find it ridiculous and tedious?"

His hand gripped the steering wheel, and he turned his head to watch her silently for a long time without knowing what to say. Zhao Mo Ran didn’t ask him anything more, nor did she press further, just like she said herself; she wasn’t in a position to.

She wasn’t naive enough to think that just because she asked, he would comply. Maybe he’d be interested for a couple of days, but over time, nothing would change. Besides, she knew whose owner of the bracelet is... a girl very much like Yan Yan. Rumors had reached her ears that Chu Ci treated that girl very well, giving her the best resources, and the bracelet was probably a birthday gift for her next month. More importantly, she heard her mother comforting her, saying that Chu Ci had no real relationship with that woman. Hearing this, she felt a slight cold sneer in her heart—

That’s what’s terrifying: a man who does not covet a woman’s body but is relentlessly good to her. The implication is crystal clear.

A vibrant girl in her twenties, very much like Yan Yan, the attraction she holds for Chu Ci was something Zhao Mo Ran understood very well. So she didn’t fight or ask; she only wanted to carry the child to term.

With a child, perhaps she won’t feel as lonely in the future.

He was driving, and she sat beside him. Afterward, they didn’t speak again until they returned to the villa.

After putting things aside, Chu Ci didn’t intend to stay and instead went to the company. As his car drove away, Aunt Zhang quietly complained, "Didn’t Sir mention he wouldn’t go to the company today? It’s rare to have a day off, yet he doesn’t properly accompany you."

Zhao Mo Ran sat on the sofa and sipped her tea, faintly smiling without saying a word.

Chu Ci drove to the company, and after parking, he was about to go inside but paused, reached out to pick up the box, and after contemplating for a while, remembered who it was for. He clutched it tightly, walked into his office, and as Secretary Yin came over, he pointed to the box lightly: "You ordered this, didn’t you? Deliver it when you have the time."

Secretary Yin looked puzzled. She took it and opened it, asking, "This is for Miss Song. Chu, how did you end up with it?"

He gave her a glance and then softly said, "I picked it up while shopping with Mo Ran."

Secretary Yin was speechless for a moment before cautiously asking, "What was her reaction then?"

Chu Ci glanced at her again, then drew a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and asked in return, "What reaction could she have?"

Secretary Yin was choked up for a moment. After regaining her composure, she hesitantly said, "Chu, actually, Mo Ran is a good wife, gentle in nature and tactful, not to mention she’s beautiful. Have you considered..."

"She doesn’t care." Chu leaned back in his chair. "Even if there were different women in my bed every day, she wouldn’t be jealous or have any opinions. She would only ask me to take a shower and clean up before touching her when I get home."

He said it self-deprecatingly, and Secretary Yin was even more speechless, "So you’re going to keep it up? What about the child in the future..."

"It has nothing to do with the child." Chu Ci thought about the child to be born and smiled slightly: "Mo Ran will be a good mother."

Zhao Mo Ran would indeed be a good mother, and slowly, Chu Ci would also become a good father. Although their relationship wasn’t close, as her belly grew larger day by day, Chu Ci notably reduced his social engagements and would return home before nine every night... Of course, sometimes he still carried the scent of perfume, but Zhao Mo Ran consciously chose to ignore it. He would also take a shower first thing.

However, there were still women around him, and those rumors would occasionally reach her ears. When her mother came by, she would complain that she couldn’t win his heart, but fortunately, he was helpful with Zhao Family matters... Naturally, even if Zhao’s mother didn’t pass on certain words, she heard them from elsewhere. For instance, Chu Ci adored that girl in her twenties, treating her with infinite care, dining with her weekly, and then there were rumors about another mistress being pregnant, whom he directly gave 20 million to have the child aborted... Afterward, he seemed to be more careful and had no more incidents outside.

All of this trickled into her ears. With each day, she became more gentle, more calm, and perceptive, to the point even Lady Chu couldn’t find any fault to pick on. However, Chu Changhe could see that Mo Ran’s generosity was because she didn’t love Chu Ci...

In late summer, as Zhao Mo Ran’s due date approached, Chu Ci returned home even earlier in the evenings and stayed at home during holidays. When he was at home, his phone never rang, nor did any troublesome women disturb him. Zhao Mo Ran knew this protection was merely to avoid any issues with the child in her belly and had nothing to do with considering her feelings.

Early in the morning, she sat on the sofa reading a book, wearing a loose dark green floral long dress, her straight black hair falling over her shoulders, making it hard to tell she was pregnant from behind. Chu Ci came downstairs, halted his steps, and then slowly descended the stairs, walked up to her from behind, and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder: "What are you reading?"

She was startled and turned her head slightly: "A fashion magazine."

He let her go, nodding, and sat beside her: "Once you’ve given birth and regained your figure, you can plan some fitness training."

She was at a loss for words.

Is he holding her to such high standards? Or are the women outside not enough for him? However, for a woman being kept like she was, she could only agree, as not angering him was also beneficial to her.

Her compliance pleased him greatly. He personally stood up to pour a cup of coffee, then sat on the sofa opposite her, sipping while reading today’s morning paper. Zhao Mo Ran had already had breakfast, so the maid came over to ask: "Sir, would you like breakfast?"

Chu Ci had drunk alcohol at a social event last night and had no appetite, but he still asked: "And Madam?"

"Madam has eaten."

He folded the newspaper: "I’m not hungry."

The maid looked at Zhao Mo Ran, clearly wanting her to say something.

Zhao Mo Ran sighed inwardly; she truly didn’t want to bother with him, but outwardly she still spoke gently: "Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is bad; let Zhang Ma make you a sandwich."

"I’ve been drinking it and you didn’t say anything," Chu Ci stared into her eyes.

She smiled: "I see it now, Chu Ci. Your health check report from last month wasn’t very promising."

His eyes flickered with a small flame.

So she knew, which was probably his mother telling her. But she never mentioned it, not a single word, no concern. Every night before bed, she gently did prenatal education and talked to the baby, yet not a word to him. And now she’s bringing this up?

He was quite unhappy inside, but he didn’t know what he was dissatisfied with. This kind of relationship was premeditated before marriage; she became the perfect wife he envisioned, yet he feels unsatisfied now, not content with just having a shell; he wants more, but he’s not sure what he wants.

He was slightly angry, and her gaze remained calm, as if looking at a capricious child. He was rather displeased, so he simply put away the newspaper and ordered: "Join me for breakfast."

She paused for a moment before smiled faintly without protesting and directly stood up to sit at the dining table, asking the servant for a glass of milk, then instructed to prepare a Chinese breakfast for Chu Ci.

"Would you like some century egg and lean meat porridge?" She asked him, deciding for the first time.

Chu Ci wasn’t particularly hungry, just sulking. His slender fingers lightly tapped on the table and then he raised a slew of demands, such as less oil, no yellow part of the century egg, even specifying the number of meat shreds. This finicky behavior caused Zhao Mo Ran to glance at him; it was clear he was a pampered young master since childhood... the servants were quite delighted.

She went downstairs, and Chu Ci looked at the lady across: "You’ll be admitted to the hospital early tomorrow, okay?"

She lowered her eyes and agreed.

He paused and said: "I’ve already spoken to your mother to take care of you. The nurse has been arranged."

This surprised her; she never really got along with his mother, avoiding contact wherever possible, yet Chu Ci had accommodated her in this regard.

Whenever he spoke, she nodded, making him feel somewhat bored. Staring at her for a long time, he finally asked: "Zhao Mo Ran, do you hate me?"

She shook her head: "How could I? You treat me well."

She meant it sincerely. Besides from his heart, he really treats her quite well, taking care of all aspects without the pressure of an evil mother-in-law, his women never appearing before her, except having to deal with him, everything else is excellent...

If destined to be buried in this marriage, the current situation is pretty good.

After she spoke, Chu Ci looked at her with probing eyes.

Finally, he spoke blandly: "Is it really okay? Zhao Mo Ran, are you satisfied with just this amount of dignity?"

She felt that he was acting up again!

She wondered if he was unsatisfied elsewhere. That couldn’t be right; his darling outside had just won an award, and he personally celebrated with her, with newspapers and the internet all filled with their sweetness as she held onto him; Mr. Chu was very happy and satisfied...

Weighing everything, she looked at him: "Are you well, Chu Ci? Are you satisfied with this life?"

He continued staring into her eyes, silent for a long time.

Zhao Mo Ran sighed softly: "You’re simply unable to find a complete replacement after losing. You’re unsatisfied, that’s why seeing me well makes you uncomfortable. But truth be told, Chu Ci, you’re much more free to indulge than me, so what is there to be dissatisfied about? You see, I have nothing left for you to take. I’ll always be Mrs. Chu unless you don’t want me..."

She smiled bitterly while speaking: "Whether it’s good or bad, I can’t control it. If you must want me to love you and then desperately trample on my sincere heart, I really can’t do it because to love... isn’t something you can force voluntarily. If I could, I’d also be willing to fall in love with you and then be hurt deeply so that both of us are relieved and maybe we’d get along better in the future, don’t you think?"

Chu Ci was about to explode with anger.

He glared at her fiercely, gritted his teeth and spat out: "Who do you think you are? Would I care?"

She did not speak, still quietly watching him, as if seeing through his embarrassed inner self.

Chu Ci left, taking the car keys.

As the car made noise, the servant came over with breakfast. Upon hearing the sound and seeing no one was there, she got anxious: "Didn’t Sir say he wanted to eat breakfast?"

Zhao Mo Ran rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache: "He’ll calm down soon."

She truly didn’t understand him, why he desperately wanted to take... she had already said it was impossible.

Indeed, if she could control it, she too wished to love him well once, then follow his wishes and get hurt, perhaps he’d also become more normal...

But, she remained quite optimistic, if he didn’t find comfort with her, there’d always be women making him feel comforted and happy.

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