You helped him have a baby, what do you regret about the divorce? Chapter 110

On the other side, Zhao Ziyu and his mother, stewing with anger, left Su Xinyue’s house and returned home. Zhao Mother couldn’t help but scold Su Xinyue a few more times. Zhao Ziyu, annoyed by the nagging, gave a few perfunctory replies and went back to his room to sleep.

He had originally thought that Su Xinyue, that woman, would throw a small tantrum for at most one night, and by the next day, she would surely contact him actively. After all, she was carrying his child, wasn’t she?

He had even planned it out: when Su Xinyue called, he would ignore her for a while, let her know who was boss, and then “generously” declare that this time it was forgiven, but she shouldn’t be so willful next time.

However, the sun rose from the east, swayed leisurely to high noon, and then slowly began to set in the west. His phone screen dimmed and lit up, lit up and dimmed.

Aside from a few irrelevant notifications and advertising messages, Su Xinyue’s name never appeared.

Zhao Ziyu’s heart, which was initially certain, gradually became a little anxious, finally settling into a subtle, almost imperceptible unease. He sat on the sofa, the TV on, but the sound didn’t register in his ears. His gaze kept darting to his phone.

No, his plan couldn’t be abandoned halfway. Su Xinyue, this chess piece, had to be kept stable until the child was born safely. He paced around the room irritably, his mind racing.

Women, just coax them. He decided that he would get a good night’s sleep tonight, recharge his energy, and early tomorrow morning, buy a bouquet of flowers and personally go to apologize.

With enough posturing, what else could she do? The child hadn’t been born yet; she still had to be somewhat considerate.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Ziyu’s mood calmed down a bit. He forced himself not to look at his phone, washed up, and went to bed early.

The next day, Zhao Ziyu, uncharacteristically, woke up early.

He stood in front of the mirror, meticulously styling his hair, spraying a little hairspray to ensure every strand lay neatly in its place. The man in the mirror, with his hair impeccably combed, looked refreshed and energetic.

He chose a light blue shirt that looked steady yet stylish, paired with casual dress pants. He checked himself in the mirror from left to right, meticulously buttoning the top button of his shirt, and only then nodded in satisfaction.

After eating the breakfast meticulously prepared by Zhao Mother, she saw his attire today and thought he had an important appointment. She casually asked, “You’re dressed so smartly today, where are you going?”

Zhao Ziyu vaguely replied, “Something came up.”

Zhao Mother didn’t think much of it, only reminding him to drive carefully.

Zhao Ziyu left the house unhurriedly. Passing by his usual flower shop, he went in and picked out a bouquet of exquisitely wrapped champagne roses.

It wasn’t that he was particularly thoughtful; he just felt that this color was safer. It could express apology without appearing overly passionate, and if Su Xinyue still refused to let it go, he wouldn’t lose too much face.

The weather was good today, and the air conditioning in the car dispelled the slight dryness of early summer. Zhao Ziyu was in a relatively relaxed mood. He hummed an off-key tune, driving his car skillfully to the downstairs of Su Xinyue’s apartment.

After parking the car, he held the bouquet, straightened his collar, took a deep breath, adjusted his expression to appear as sincere as possible, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

“Knock, knock, knock—” The crisp knocking echoed in the quiet hallway.

No one answered.

He knocked a few more times, slightly increasing the force. “Xinyue? Open the door, it’s me.”

Still no answer.

Zhao Ziyu frowned slightly. Was she still sleeping? It was already this late. He patiently knocked another round. The room was quiet, as if no one was home.

He took out his phone and checked the time, 9:30 AM. That didn’t seem right.

He leaned against the wall next to the door, deciding to wait. Perhaps she just didn’t want to see him, or she had gone out and would be back soon.

Time passed minute by minute. Occasionally, neighbors passed by in the hallway, looking at him curiously. Zhao Ziyu could only force out a slightly stiff smile and nod as a greeting.

The sun climbed higher and higher, and the hallway became a bit stuffy. The edges of the petals of the bouquet in his hand seemed to wilt slightly, and the fragrance was not as strong as when he had just bought it.

Zhao Ziyu’s patience also gradually wore thin as time passed. He checked his watch; it was 11:00 AM. An hour and a half, even a snail should have shown some movement.

The anger in his heart surged up, but remembering his “grand plan,” he forcefully suppressed it. He knocked on the door again, this time with much more force, almost pounding on it.

“Su Xinyue! I know you’re in there! Open the door!”

Still dead silence.

Zhao Ziyu took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, his face looking somewhat grim. He stared at the closed door, as if trying to stare a hole through it. This woman, was she determined to outlast him?

He waited until the hands of the clock pointed to twelve, and his stomach began to rumble with hunger, but the door remained motionless. Zhao Ziyu’s patience finally ran out. He felt that he was losing face.

Neighbors came and went, their gazes at him filled with curiosity and a strange meaning, making him feel as if he had thorns in his back.

Zhao Ziyu finally gave up on waiting for the rabbit. He stepped back a few paces, took out his phone, and directly dialed Su Xinyue’s number.

The phone rang a few times, and just as he thought Su Xinyue would answer, she decisively hung up.

Zhao Ziyu stood frozen, holding his phone, his facial muscles twitching a few times. Good, very good! Su Xinyue, you win! He gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart, and dialed again. He refused to believe she could keep not answering.

This time, the ringing lasted longer. Just as Zhao Ziyu was about to lose patience and start cursing, the call was finally connected.

Before he could speak, Su Xinyue’s cold voice came through the receiver, like an icicle in the dead of winter, devoid of any emotion: “What is it?”

The voice conveyed a sense of distance and impatience, as if she were talking to a stranger trying to sell insurance.

Zhao Ziyu’s prepared gentle words, which he had rehearsed all the way, were instantly stuck in his throat, neither up nor down, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Zhao Ziyu held the bouquet of roses, which had already lost some of their vibrancy, their petals drooping listlessly, their fragrance almost gone, just like his current mood, shattered by Su Xinyue’s icy “What is it?”

His prepared gentle words, which he had rehearsed all the way, were instantly stuck in his throat, neither up nor down, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He could even feel the slight twitching of his facial muscles, his carefully maintained gentle expression almost crumbling on the spot.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging irritation in his heart, and spoke into the phone, his voice unconsciously adding a few deliberately crafted tones of humility and hoarseness:

“Xinyue, I’m sorry. That day… that day was my fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. I was in a bad mood that day, and I couldn’t control myself for a moment. I apologize to you, please don’t be angry anymore, okay?”