To My Dear Mr. Huo

Chapter 150: Do You Really Have To Go?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Dear,” Huo Jinyao trailed behind Su Qingsang. “Do you really have to go?”

Su Qingsang had no intention of responding to him at all. She had obviously already decided on this matter the previous week.

“Please move aside. I am packing my things.”

“Dear, I’ll help you.”

“Huo Jinyao, I implore you, can you refrain from creating problems for me?”

He kept loitering in front of her and she could not pack her things properly.

“Dear,” Huo Jinyao was slightly aggrieved. “Can’t you take a look at me?”

“Huo Jinyao,” Su Qingsang was on the verge of exasperation. “I was already informed last week that I will be going for this trip, but I have not finished packing my things, and I’m setting off early tomorrow morning.”

Why is that so? That is all because of Huo Jinyao. Whenever she needed to pack her things, he would be a nuisance.

Not only did he not allow her to pack, but he would also always have his way with her. He would always have a nonsensical excuse for his behavior.

He would always claim that they would be separating soon due to her trip and that he would be deprived of her for days. He would also claim that he would not be able to sleep well when his wife was not by his side.

There was an endless string of reasons and excuses, and it caused her to feel helpless about his behavior.

Even if she wanted to protest, when faced with Huo Jinyao’s aggrieved demeanor, she would falter and her resolve would be shaky.

What about now? She would be leaving the next day, and her ride would be an early one. However, this man still would not allow her to complete her packing.

“Um... actually, I can help you pack.”

“There’s no need for that, thank you. I would be most grateful if you don’t make things difficult for me.”

Su Qingsang spotted him reaching his arms out again and she took a big step back. “Stay where you are. You’re not allowed to move.”

“Dear,” Huo Jinyao gazed at Su Qingsang, the look in his eyes increasingly aggrieved. “Don’t you trust me?”

“No, I don’t.” If she trusted him again, he would have his way with her once more.

Thanks to his efforts, her waist felt like it could break. How could she still trust him?

“Dear....”

“Be quiet.”

“Actually, I really...”

“Would you believe that if you speak another word, I will ignore you for the whole of this month?”

Huo Jinyao pursed his lips. He even pretended to pull an imaginary zipper across his mouth.

Su Qingsang was already desensitized by his behavior. Exasperated, she turned around and went back to her packing.

Seeing that she was so focused on what she was doing, he turned and left the room.

Huo Jinyao only returned when Su Qingsang had finished her packing and was resting on the bed.

He had clearly taken a shower. He was squeaky clean and smelled of bath soap.

“Dear,” he lay down beside her and spoke quietly, “May I speak now?”

Su Qingsang looked at him. “I didn’t know you had such decency. Speak your mind then.”

“Dear, actually I just wanted to say that if you’re not home, I would surely miss you.”

Seeing that Su Qingsang did not respond, he caressed her arm.

“Dear, it’s true. I’ll really, really miss you when you’re not home.”

Su Qingsang gazed at his face. From this angle, his features were handsome and his jawline was almost perfect.

“Dear, will you miss me?”

Huo Jinyao drew her into his embrace and placed his forehead against hers.

The hot breath that he was exhaling was on her cheeks and his gaze was penetrating. Su Qingsang could feel her heart racing.

She found it a little intimidating to face this side of Huo Jinyao. His eyes, which were as deep as two pools, always made her feel that she could be sucked into them.

“Will you miss me? Tell me, dear. Will you?”

“I’m sleepy. I’m going to sleep.” With her heart racing, she simply turned away from him.

“Dear...”

“Sleep.”

Su Qingsang did not have the habit of expressing her deepest feelings to others. However, Huo Jinyao would not let this pass easily.

He placed her hands around his waist. “Dear, will you miss me? Won’t you tell me?”