Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 415: This feeling can be treated as a memory (2)
Woke up in the morning and received a call from Ziqi, and learned that Su Ningqiu's mother and daughter are going back to France tomorrow night, so today they are going back to Nandu Garden. She looked down at the bag full of ingredients, she should do it for them!

Considering that the vegetable market and small supermarket near Nandu Garden did not have enough ingredients, she took a car to go shopping near the real city center. In fact, she could drive, but when she opened the car door, she closed it again and chose to walk.

Seeing a sweet potato seller on the side of the road, Su Ningxue changed her steps and squatted down beside the stall.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky brushed over her smooth forehead.

"How can it be snowing in this weather? Ma'am, you bought so many things early in the morning, are there any guests at home?" The aunt who sells sweet potatoes chatted with her enthusiastically: "A rich man like you Mrs. Kuo, there are very few people who do housework by themselves!"

Su Ningxue had a faint smile on her face, and when she put a sweet potato into the bag, she glanced at her aunt: "Really?"

"Yeah, although you don't dress well, I have seen many people with my eyes, and your temperament is not at the same level as those of us who set up roadside stalls..."

Su Ningxue didn't answer, smiled, and handed the selected bag of sweet potatoes to the aunt.

The aunt put the sweet potato on the electronic scale, and muttered to herself: "In these days, it is good to have a car, and you can drive wherever you want, sister, why is your husband willing to let you buy so many things alone?"

Su Ningxue was taken aback for a moment, then her heart softened: "He just came back from a business trip yesterday, I want him to sleep more."

"That's right!" The aunt nodded in understanding, but smacked behind Su Ningxue: "The car behind has been parked on the side of the road for a long time, and the man inside has been sitting there waiting patiently. Which woman is so lucky, my dead ghost has never waited for me like this in my life!"

Su Ningxue raised the corner of her mouth, and turned her head in the direction of the aunt's finger, not wanting the phone to ring at this time.

Saying goodbye to the aunt in a hurry, Su Ningxue took out her mobile phone while carrying the bag, the wind and snow messed up her hair, she squinted her eyes to prevent the snowflakes from flying into her eyes.

"Grandma, so-and-so is coming! Have you prepared Qiqi's favorite baked sweet potato?"

Jin Moumou's coquettish voice hummed in the receiver, like little golden beans jumping out.

Su Ningxue's heart was warm, standing in the cold snow, as if someone was standing at her feet, raised the bag in her hand: "I bought them all, and there are some favorite crabs and rice cakes!"

There was a series of giggles and then the phone changed hands.

"Mom, are you outside? It's noisy. We're on the way. Do you want to pick you up?"

"No, I'm nearby, just take two subway stops to get home."

Hearing Jin Ziqi's concern, Su Ningxue rolled her lips unconsciously: "Be careful driving."

In the past twenty years, she was blinded by the resentment in her heart, and she only cared about fighting in the mall to consolidate her position, while ignoring this family relationship. Fortunately, there was still time for everything.

"Well, then we'll wait for Mom at home..."

"Zi Qi..." Su Ningxue suddenly said, remembering that Qiao Nan was still in the apartment, she couldn't help blushing a little: "If I were with you, Uncle Qiao..." Some words were still hard to say when they reached their lips.

Jin Ziqi seemed to understand what she meant, and continued, "As long as Mom is happy."

Su Ningxue seemed to have passed the biggest hurdle in her heart. She breathed a sigh of relief, the smile on her face deepened, and she hung up the phone. The screen of the phone was already covered with a layer of moisture.

She put her phone back away and was about to walk to the subway station when a voice sounded behind her.

"Ningxue." That slight voice was fragmented in the drifting snow, yet so cautious.

Su Ningxue froze, and the familiar voice made her turn her head subconsciously.

A Maserati was parked in the direction that the aunt who sold sweet potatoes pointed at just now. At this moment, the driver's door was opened, and Jin Zhaodong was standing in the snowstorm.

"Ningxue!" Seeing her stop, Jin Zhaodong hurried over after closing the car door.

Su Ningxue obviously didn't expect to meet him here. She glanced at the vegetable market, and what came to her mind was the scene she met in the supermarket. He must have accompanied Qiao Xinhui to buy vegetables, right?
Her gaze moved and landed on his snow-covered shoulders and hair, just like what the aunt said, he is indeed a good husband, caring and considerate, but he is not her Su Ningxue.

However, when Su Ningxue raised her head again, she met his deep eyes waiting there.

His eyes were filled with guilt and distress, and he clenched his hands into fists, as if he wanted to say a thousand words to her.

Su Ningxue quickly staggered her eyes, squeezed the bag tightly in her hand, turned around and started to walk away.

Jin Zhaodong put his hand on her shoulder: "Ningxue, is what you said in the ward yesterday true?"

"How do you want me to answer you? What I said was just out of jealousy, so I maliciously slandered the gentle and perfect lover in your mind, and wanted to drive a wedge between you?"

Su Ningxue asked back, her eyes were sharp, and the corners of her lips curled up sneeringly: "If this is what you want to hear, I can say, yes, these are all made up by me, is that okay?"

As she spoke, she coldly shook off his hand and left without stopping.

Jin Zhaodong looked at the back of her who turned around without hesitation, moved his lips, but he didn't have the courage to call her back, but his trembling heart was a little bit painful, and he couldn't suppress the bitterness flooding in his heart.

He had been sitting in the car just now, but his eyes followed her from afar, and he couldn't tell her that he sat downstairs in her apartment from early morning until dawn, but he didn't have the courage to go up and knock on the door of her apartment.

Looking at her so closely just now, he realized that after living together for 30 years, Su Ningxue's face was blurred in his mind. In these years, he hadn't even taken a good look at her.

Her long black hair was rolled up behind her head, revealing her smooth forehead, she was wearing a dark purple scarf, and she was wearing a simple cashmere coat. She smiled lightly, but her eyes were as clear and demure as a stream.

This is Su Ningxue's 50-year-old appearance. There are already some faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her smile is always faint, like a distant mountain, hidden behind clouds and mist, which makes people see it unreal.

It seemed that in all the years he had been with him, he had never seen her smile like this.

Maybe he laughed, but he never cared...

He suddenly remembered the first time he saw her at Su's house. Behind her was a large expanse of blooming fiery red kapok, she turned around suddenly, and the beauty and elegance in her eyes moved him.

When she was young, she looked very similar to Zi Qi, with a small oval face, ivory white skin, and eyebrows that seemed to be drawn out. She was wearing a crescent white cheongsam, with a very ladylike temperament.

(End of this chapter)