The Mute Groom's Pregnancy Diary [Female A Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 21. Sensitive period

Sensitive period

Since that night, Liang Feiyun and Jing Xibai completely lost contact, and neither of them has actively messaged each other.

The snowman in the courtyard has melted, leaving only a few bare branches and rotten leaves.

Jing Xibai worked at the cake shop while feeling anxious. He knew deep down that it wasn't the time to be angry with Liang Feiyun, but he couldn't control himself and couldn't imagine Liang Feiyun marrying someone else.

Unfortunately, he is mute and can't say anything.

It's like suffocating himself.

Ma Wei noticed that Jing Xibai seemed absent-minded these past few days, occasionally grinding his teeth, but he didn't dare to ask too much. What he cared most about was that box. After he carried Liang Feiyun home that night, Jing Xibai never brought the box again.

Ma Wei understood in his heart that the things inside must be a gift for Liang Feiyun.

After Liang Feiyun regained consciousness, she opened the two bags left by Jing Xibai on the entrance cabinet.

One was small, containing a small dessert with matcha flavor; the other was big, containing a tightly sealed dark-colored box. When Liang Feiyun opened it, her eyes turned red.

It was a pair of nude-colored high heels with a heel height of four to five centimeters, glossy all over, with smooth lines, and size 37 and a half. Liang Feiyun knew without trying them on that these shoes would fit her feet perfectly and would never hurt or blister her feet.

She didn't know when Jing Xibai bought them.

Liang Feiyun put on the shoes and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. They suited her well, and she didn't have to spend much effort to match them when going out. But the band-aid stuck to her heel reminded her that the wound behind it still throbbed, not to the point of being unbearable, but she couldn't ignore it.

Liang Feiyun took off the shoes, wiped them clean, and put them away.

She couldn't bear to throw them away, so she could only pretend not to see them.

Liang Feiyun fired Lao Zhao and left with a photo and a gift.

The gift was still for Lao Zhao's daughter.

"Uncle Zhao, I didn't want to do this, but I have no choice. Starting tomorrow, you will return to the company headquarters and wait for further arrangements from my brother." Liang Feiyun's tone was indifferent.

"What?! Feiyun, why? You have to give me a reason!" Lao Zhao anxiously asked.

Liang Feiyun pushed the photo in front of Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao's face changed drastically. In the photo, it was Jing Xibai who was carrying Liang Feiyun home that night, and he even turned on the car lights.

But he had already deleted that photo.

"I should actually be grateful that this photo didn't get sent to my dad's phone," Liang Feiyun took a sip of coffee. "Actually, since the first time my dad came to look for me in the middle of the night, I suspected you. But you've been picking me up and dropping me off since I was a child, even when I started working, you still picked me up and dropped me off. Uncle Zhao, I respect you a lot, and I understand that you reported my situation to my dad out of concern for me."

"I. . ."

"However," Liang Feiyun stirred her coffee spoon, making a crisp sound as it collided with the porcelain cup. "But I have grown up now, and I need someone I can completely trust, instead of someone who tells my dad all my secrets."