Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 710: V580: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is still enduring despite conflicts. [81] 2000

Chapter 710: V580: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is still enduring despite conflicts. [81] 2000

He Yunshen was puzzled by the adults whose expressions collectively changed in an instant.

Upstairs...

By nearly seven o’clock, Shen Funni finally woke up after sleeping enough.

In an instant, looking at everything in front of her, she screamed and lifted her uninjured foot to kick He Qimo off the bed.

He Qimo was actually almost awake too. The incongruity of the size of the person in his arms had already made him aware of something.

But before he opened his eyes, he heard Shen Funni’s scream, then felt a fierce kick to his abdomen, and he fell with a "thud," his head also hitting the bedside table with a "bang."

The dizziness and weightlessness woke him up completely.

Their eyes met.

After landing on the floor, He Qimo opened his eyes to see Shen Funni on the bed, then glanced at the empty spot where their son should be, vaguely guessing the reason.

But... is this her reason for kicking him out of bed?

After days of not being this angry, He Qimo, holding his head, stood up straight and roared, "Shen Funni! Are you so repulsed by me now?"

It was just a hug! It’s not like I haven’t hugged you before! Is it worth kicking me out of bed? Does your foot not hurt anymore after yesterday?

Shen Funni clutched the quilt, covering her slightly exposed chest, and after understanding He Qimo’s implied meaning, she chuckled and said, "Isn’t it you who look down on me, who don’t fancy me? Oh my, what? Hugging a cheap person like me, don’t you feel your high and mighty CEO status has been cheapened?"

For an instant, He Qimo truly understood Shen Funni and couldn’t say a word.

Shen Funni chuckled further and said, "Let me tell you, He Qimo, I came back only for my son. It has nothing to do with you. Allowing you to get on the bed last night was completely for my son’s sake. I will remember for a lifetime what you once said about not wanting to marry me and mocking me for being self-delusional! Sleeping together... it’s not an option! Want to hug me? You’re dreaming!"

Shen Funni preemptively struck, while He Qimo, deep inside, thought: Were your hands on my waist just pig’s trotters, not part of your body? After a cold chuckle, he still didn’t voice it out.

Turning and leaving, He Qimo didn’t bother to say a word of nonsense to Shen Funni.

Seeing the situation couldn’t force out a flustered— "I like you! What’s wrong with hugging you?"—from He Qimo, Shen Funni was extremely frustrated with He Qimo’s temperament.

What angered her even more was that after a few steps, He Qimo seemed to remember something, turned around, and came back.

Not just grabbing the quilt and hugging it in an instant, he also coldly glanced away and threw out a line, "Looks like your foot injury is almost better, being able to kick someone. Just right, our son is supposed to learn Taekwondo at this point, you can be his sparring partner! I’m just accustomed to hugging the quilt to sleep, don’t overthink it, I’m going to catch up on sleep."

He turned around and walked out.

On the bed, with He Qimo abruptly kicked off, leaving her without warmth, Shen Funni was not covered by the quilt.

Thinking about He Qimo’s words, Taekwondo? Asking a woman with a sprained ankle to be a sparring partner?

Shen Funni almost couldn’t hold herself back from hitting someone.

In the end, since both her feet hurt too much to do any action, she could only sit on the bed sulking, head resting on her hand, depressed.

After all, there had never been any comparison before. Thinking she liked him, she stayed persistent, but now, through Lu Xin’s constant respect and gentleness towards her, she understood what it felt like for a man to pamper a woman.

Letting herself come back to be mistreated like this, yet she still hoped He Qimo would confess, she truly felt...

Shen Funni was sulking, while He Qimo, noticing her expression as he was leaving the room, knew she was surely thinking of Lu Xin again.

In an instant, his expression turned even darker with anger.

Without saying a word, he stormed into the adjoining bedroom, and the intense "bang!" as he shut the door expressed his anger, leaving Shen Funni with a heart that trembled.

...

Afterwards, she thought that having caused such a disturbance in the morning, there would be nothing but a cold war for the next few days.

Unexpectedly, before dinner, He Qimo, out of routine, brought the Yunnan Baiyao over again.

At the moment their eyes met, He Qimo’s expression hadn’t softened since the morning.

"Like you said, I’m just doing it for the son’s sake, wanting you to get better quickly so I can pick him up from school."

His tone was icy.

Yet Shen Funni couldn’t help but curve her lips, extending her ankle.

Shen Funni’s ankle was very slender, not much larger than a child’s, but at the moment it was swollen high into a deep bruise.

Watching, although He Qimo detested Lu Xin’s actions deep down, thinking of their son, he had promised to win Shen Funni back, and for having hurt her and once broken her heart, causing her to leave, his heart was mostly filled with pain.

Facing Shen Funni’s return, whether she was willing or not at that moment, he still wanted to try to accommodate her...

However, as he massaged and rubbed Shen Funni’s ankle, observing her leaning her head, looking extremely at ease, he finished massaging the sprained foot.

Surprisingly, she extended her other foot as well, "This foot was also hurt this morning, might as well rub it too."

Feeling the headache from being kicked by that foot, He Qimo’s heart was instantly ignited with a blazing fury!

Wide-eyed, he coldly looked at her, "What did you say?"

Shen Funni’s heart was actually filled with joy by He Qimo’s massaging, especially since she never dared to believe in the past that a man like He Qimo could like her.

When her son told her, she seemed not to believe it. But after He Qimo’s actions, she seemed to understand a bit how He Qimo expressed his affection for someone.

Thinking of this awkward and slightly chauvinistic man, she wanted to laugh.

Thinking this might be He Qimo’s first time serving her, she wanted to laugh.

Feeling the comfortable strength of He Qimo’s long fingers gently massaging her ankle...

Maybe she was too proud, forgetting to restrain her smile, and more so forgetting to attentively listen to the overly cold tone in He Qimo’s voice.

So, she lightly kicked his waist with her foot, still holding her head, happily watching the TV series, and eating grapes on the bedside table as she said, "I said this foot really hurts too, massage it."

Her tone was quite coquettish.

In an instant, He Qimo flipped back her, tumbling her directly with a "bang!" off the bed onto the ground.

"Shen Funni! Aren’t you being too presumptuous! You’re telling me you hurt your foot kicking me?"

So, instead of getting spoiled, the loud crash as her head hit the other bedside table, toppling the grape bowl, and the dramatic spectacle of grapes raining down on her head, led Shen Funni to support herself on her knees and rise, looking at He Qimo standing straight and angrily with his arms akimbo.

She coldly pursed her lips.

Muttering in her heart: If anyone ever tells me again in this life that He Qimo likes me, I’ll poke out their eyes to see if they’re blind!