Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Chapter 130 Contempt

The aroma of the baijiu grew stronger in the air, and the liquor inside began to burn, emitting a blue glow.

Huo Wang placed one foot on the coffee table, pulled up his pants slightly, revealing a blackened area where his bone was dislocated. His fingers, stained with baijiu (Chinese liquor), were both painful and burning; he had to massage them onto his skin while they were still hot.

"I come."

Looking at the other person's injuries, Jiang Zhuhua felt even more guilty. The other person didn't need to get involved in these things in the first place, but suffered a lot because of dating her.

"Sit down and listen to me."

Huo Wang's tone was very serious. Just from listening to what she said, you could tell that she wanted to have an in-depth conversation with her, and that this matter was very serious.

She had no choice but to sit there obediently as Huo Wang slowly tended to her wound. Only after she was completely healed did the two begin to discuss the matter.

What are your thoughts on our relationship?

This question makes people feel really uneasy.

"I want to marry you and be with you."

Jiang Zhuhua blurted out almost without thinking, "You're in my future." There was no doubt about it. Even if some people didn't see Huo Wang as a good person, or even a perfect partner, he was different to her.

She had seriously considered the plan to spend her life with him; it wasn't just a passing fancy. She had even thought about where they would live after they retired.

"marry?"

Huo Wang closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

“I don’t think we can get to the point of marriage. Jiang Zhuhua, your feelings put you in a superior position, so you despise my feelings.”

Yes, it was the word "contempt." Huo Wang enunciated each word exceptionally clearly, making it impossible to ignore, and even impossible to fool oneself into believing that the other person had misspoke.

"I don't!"

Jiang Zhuhua denied it almost immediately, saying that he would never belittle the other person's feelings.

"No? In all things, you put me last. The child, the work, the people at work, and lastly me."

Huo Wang really couldn't understand it. In his anger, he even felt that he had almost forgotten what he felt when he went out to look for her.

Seeing so many messages and so many missed calls, not a single one was answered. All my emotions had come to nothing, and the harsh reality seemed to have been revealed.

“I have never thought you were unimportant; I have always thought you were important.”

Jiang Zhuhua tried to explain herself, but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation. She knew what the other person was talking about, but she couldn't offer an explanation.

There were breaks between meetings, and she never considered what the other party might worry about, not even checking her phone.

“I can deal with other people’s gossip on my own while I’m with you. But you can’t not stand by my side, you can’t look down on me or ignore me.”

Who says men aren't sensitive in matters of the heart? Huo Wang admits he has high emotional needs. But he also doesn't want to put himself in an insignificant position because of relationships.

“From the moment you regained your memory, every step you took made me feel slighted. After you regained your memory, you felt ashamed of what you had said, so I changed the subject. I am trying my best to take care of you and soothe all your emotions as much as I can.”

You care about the company, you care about the children. That's not wrong, it's perfectly normal. But instead of comforting me, you hastily uttered some sweet words, gave me a kiss, and then turned and left without looking back. Not a single message, vanished for a whole day and night.

She tried her best to consider everyone's feelings, but he wasn't among them.

Huo Wang really didn't want to say it; her sweet words back then were really perfunctory. She was more interested in glossing over the previous topic.

He got caught in his own logical fallacy.

Jiang Zhuhua couldn't help but reflect on his actions, realizing that disappearing without a word was indeed wrong. The other party also showed a willingness to have a proper talk.

"I don't know, I'm sorry."

Put yourself in their shoes. After taking care of his amnesiac partner with all his heart, Jiang Zhuhua felt anxious and worried, and he also had to take care of the partner's emotions. However, after the partner regained his memory, he ran off to take care of all sorts of things, leaving himself in a corner.

The two of them should have had a proper talk and comforted each other, but their feelings never really came to fruition.

However, one of them was casually placed in a corner.

Was I really that superior in this relationship?

Jiang Zhuhua was speechless. Only then did he realize that when making the decision, he had instinctively put the other person last, without even considering their feelings.

"I don't need your apology. I believe love is an emotion, an innate ability. Maybe you just don't love me enough."

The two went through thick and thin, weathering various crises. But just when they seemed to be on the verge of a happy ending, Huo Wang was filled with doubts about their relationship.

"I really love you, but I can't prove it to you."

Honestly, is the company business really so urgent that we need to leave immediately? Even if it's delayed by half an hour, an hour, or even a day, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

The company won't stop functioning just because she's not there; she's just anxious to reclaim what's rightfully hers.

But apart from the person in front of him, Jiang Zhuhua didn't know who else he could love. Besides him, Jiang Zhuhua had no one else he wanted to spend his life with.

Falling in love with someone is difficult, and spending a lifetime together is also difficult.

"Perhaps I've hit a dead end, and your work is indeed more important. But rather than those words, what I want to say is that I'm not bad either. If you don't cherish my feelings, you don't have to be so dismissive. I need love, but I need more than just love."

He has his own circle of friends and his own life. Huo Wang doesn't know what he really wants to do, but his emotions have indeed plummeted, and he suddenly feels a deep weariness towards this relationship.

Perhaps this is what love between people from different social classes is like: not only do they have to face gossip and rumors, but they also have to deal with their own internal struggles.

Huo Wang didn't want to think about it anymore, like a resentful woman. He was afraid that if he spoke out about all his sensitive emotions, people would think he was being pretentious.

"That's all for now, I'm going out to sketch."

This is just a habitual way of reporting to each other. When two people are deeply in love, they tell each other their schedules almost every day, wishing they could be together all the time. Even when they try their best to control their behavior, their eyes will involuntarily become affectionate.

Huo Wang walked straight out the door, carrying only a bag. Jiang Zhuhua didn't even have time to stop him; he walked very fast.