The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that they are still young and it’s not the time to talk about feelings.

And if Su Qiruo has other plans in mind, it will not change because of anything.

Si Qianling is only sixteen years old now. When he has more outstanding girls of the same age around him, I think he will slowly forget about this budding relationship.

For this reason, Su Qiruo didn't even dare to joke with Si Qianling like Xie Lingyu and Song Ningan did, for fear of causing him to misunderstand.

Apart from studying, she hardly ever talked to Si Qianling about anything else.

Si Qianling didn't stay for long before leaving with the housekeeper, and helped take away the trash when leaving.

"Look, my brother is so clever and obedient."

Looking at his rebellious brother, Xie Lingyu felt really ashamed.

The four people who were half full were too lazy to go out for dinner, so they simply put out all the things that the Xie family and the Si family brought today, picked out some things, and had a meal.

The bucket of soup that Xie Linzhao brought was also divided between Song Ningan and Si Qianyun, so no soup was wasted at all.

On the way back, Si Qianling said nothing. The butler sitting in the passenger seat glanced at the young man in the rearview mirror and saw that he was pursing his lips tightly. He thought he was tired after being busy for most of the day.

"Master, you've worked hard today. Why don't we move the afternoon bowling class to tomorrow?"

Si Qianling has half a day free tomorrow afternoon, the housekeeper remembers it very clearly.

"Ah."

Si Qianling responded calmly, but his hands on his knees were clenched tightly.

He has been sensitive since he was young, and even the slightest changes in other people's emotions cannot escape his eyes.

Although Su Qiruo was still protecting him today, her words and actions were clearly full of alienation.

He didn't know what he had done wrong, why was she like this? Others praised his soup and dim sum, but the person he wanted to see the most didn't say anything.

He opened his phone and logged onto the Peking University campus network. Looking at the top posts on the trending searches, all of which were about the eldest daughter of the Su family, Si Qianling felt mixed emotions.

They are two years apart in age, but because he missed a year of school due to illness, he is now three grades behind her.

By the time he is a freshman, she will be a senior, and by then she will probably have even less time to take care of herself.

As soon as he returned to the Si family, Si Qianling locked himself in the room.

In the bathroom, Si Qianling was lying in the bathtub, holding a thin blade in one hand and resting the other hand on the edge of the bathtub.

The wrist that was resting on the edge of the bathtub was bleeding. If you look closely, you can find that there are many faint scars on the wrist.

Even though the Si family spent all their manpower and resources, they could not find any medicine that could completely remove the scars.

So Si Qianling usually wears a wrist guard to cover up those marks.

In fact, he hasn't been sick for a long time.

The pain in his wrist and the gradual loss of blood seemed to make Si Qianling feel better, but when he thought that Su Qi would be even more unhappy if she knew that he was hurting himself like this, Si Qianling suddenly opened his eyes.

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He stood up suddenly, ignoring the water stains all over his body, Si Qianling covered his wound with his hand, opened the drawer with his elbow, and started to treat the wound himself.

He must learn to control himself. What if he scares her?
Si Qianling was lost in thought while bandaging his wrist, tears rolling down his face.

He doesn't want this either.

But I can't control it at all.

The doctor said he was just sick and would get better. (End of this chapter)