Chapter 395: Chapter 395

Zhou Huimei’s face turned pale instantly.

Her lips trembling, Zhou Huimei’s mind flooded with countless words, but in the presence of her son, she could only stammer out, "You, you you..."

Shen Jian妮 raised an eyebrow, waiting for Zhou Huimei’s response.

But this time, He Qimo didn’t intend to let Shen Jian妮 and his mother create any earth-shattering, ghost-weeping scenes on Christmas Eve night. He simply said, "My mom is not well."

Then he continued to drag Shen Jian妮 into the house and upstairs.

He threw Shen Jian妮 into a bedroom.

As he walked into the master bedroom he once shared with Gu Zixuan, He Qimo’s gaze became somber for a moment.

Perhaps it was too poignant a reminder, or perhaps the reality of Gu Zixuan being with Feng Chengjin became increasingly clear, making him realize that he had indeed been divorced from Gu Zixuan for a long time...

He looked at the empty space, once filled with Gu Zixuan’s clothes, now cleaned out without a single piece left.

It was as though she existed in his memory for so many years, yet he never truly owned her...

His lips curled into a self-mocking and lonely smile.

After a pause, he still didn’t let Shen Jian妮 step into that master bedroom; instead, he locked it, turned her around, pushed her into the second bedroom, and entered as well.

Then he took off his watch, suit jacket, and other things, placing them on the table and beside the bed.

He said, "Behave yourself, I’m going downstairs to check on my dad."

Then he turned and left.

The sound of the door closing echoed.

The room, decorated in an European style with a smoky gray tone and a matching bathroom, was filled with wardrobes that stored He Qimo’s clothes.

It could be seen that this must be the room He Qimo often slept in.

Considering He Qimo’s many years of nominal marriage with Gu Zixuan, Shen Jian妮 understood that it was not unusual for the couple to sleep separately, each having their own bedroom.

However, regarding He Qimo’s behavior of putting her in his bedroom and leaving his clothes next to her, what did this mean?

Shen Jian妮 folded her arms, pursed her lips, and looked at the door.

Could it be that he had become addicted after forcing her a few times and intended to come again at night?

Shen Jian妮 suddenly felt her personal integrity was in jeopardy. The most update n0vels are published on NoveIＦire.net

But, regardless of whether He Qimo would sleep or not tonight, she didn’t believe at all it was because he loved her or thought she deserved to be here.

Setting aside emotional factors, logically speaking, even from a guess, it’s clear.

————The external provocation by the woman to Gu Zixuan was temporarily over, but the internal revolutionary contradictions still existed. He hoped that his return could divert his mother’s attention, and thus, completely stop bothering Gu Zixuan!

Realizing this in an instant, the more determined Shen Jian妮 really felt like grinding her teeth in anger, rubbing her arms with an impulse to flatten He Qimo, then roll him into a ball and finally pinch him into a triangle, or a parallelogram.

But, as she was already locked in the bedroom, and since He’s Villa was a bit far from the city, escaping was already impossible.

Judging by He Qimo’s domineering and cold style, the entire staff of the villa had been cautious and tense since his return.

Shen Jian妮 didn’t think anyone could give her a car key and heroically let her go.

Therefore, looking again at He Qimo’s bedroom...

When He Qimo returned, he had never expected to see such a scene.

A perfectly clean and neat bedroom was now as messed up as if a thief had just been through it. Shen Jian妮 had even found his shirts, suits, and other clothes, trying them on one by one.

But she couldn’t wear them properly due to the disparity in body size; she wore his clothes as if a child was wearing an adult’s, with little difference.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor with nowhere to step, and the bed was piled full.

Even worse, the books in his wardrobe had been thrown all over the place.

There were also socks, bath towels, robes, and even bath gel!!!

For He Qimo, who had long been used to the immaculate state his room was kept by Gu Zixuan, this was shockingly unexpected. "What are you doing?"

Grasping the door handle of the bedroom, He Qimo couldn’t describe the collapse of his skyscraper of understanding about women at that moment, along with the insuppressible emotional turbulence.

Shen Jian妮 glanced at him and said, "Looking for pajamas, you’re letting me stay here tonight, and you’re not letting me into your wife’s bedroom, so I have to find something to wear for the night, right?"

He Qimo was instantly sarcastically speechless to the extreme but couldn’t be bothered to expose her.

He gave a cold glance and said, "Put everything back in ten minutes. If I come back from my shower and it’s still , you won’t see the sun tomorrow."