Accidentally Married to the Big Shot

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Killing a Chicken for Her Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Killing a Chicken for Her Zhou Yuan saw Gu Cheng’s furrowed brows as if he was about to get angry. She couldn’t help but throw down the gloves she used to hold the durian and angrily said, “Is it that important? If it is, why did you go to Li Zhen?

You’ve left me alone at home over and over again, have you ever cared about how I felt? Let me tell you, I was already pregnant in the UK, and you didn’t care about me at all. You thought I was lazy, only sleeping and being pretentious all day, don’t think I didn’t know! Anyway, I’ll raise my daughter myself, I don’t need you to worry.”

Gu Cheng looked at Zhou Yuan, shocked and distressed.

So this was what she thought!

However, upon careful consideration, he realized he hadn’t really paid much attention to her. He always assumed she would be there, always behind him, no matter what he did.

But actually, she cared too, she could be hurt.

Zhou Yuan continued crying, “From the beginning, you never liked me. The only reason you agreed to marry me was because we slept together. You didn’t care about setting up the bridal room, what wedding dress to wear, or where to honeymoon—it was all up to me. After the wedding, your returns were just tasks. Since you don’t like me, then don’t bother me here…”

Zhou Yuan had voiced all her previous grievances.

Seeing this, Su Meixi worried that Zhou Yuan might harm her pregnancy due to her agitation. She quickly came over and embraced her, “Yuanyuan, stop talking.”

Zhou Yuan continued to weep, “Why can’t I speak? During this pregnancy, I’ve been taking care of myself. Other pregnant women have their husbands’ concern; I was at home alone, scared, having to endure him seeing his ex-lover. I talked about divorce, but he wouldn’t agree, wanting to keep the home’s ‘red flag’ flying while enjoying the ‘colorful flags’ outside. When I went for a prenatal checkup, I saw him caring for another woman and her child…”

Su Meixi just held Zhou Yuan tighter.

Zhou Yuan kept crying in Su Meixi’s arms.

Gu Cheng watched for a while, his heart too pained to speak.

He had no idea when Little Tangyuan had entered his heart, nor did he realize how much he truly cared about her.

Watching her cry, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

He had always thought of her as a little sun, always bright and cheerful.

Gu Cheng didn’t dare to stay there and upset her further, so he silently stepped out.

Zhou Yuan cried for a long while, and upon realizing Gu Cheng was gone, she wiped her tears and said, “See, he can’t even coax me when I cry. If his ex cried, he’d definitely know how to make her feel better.”

Su Meixi looked at her sympathetically and said, “I don’t understand his thoughts either, but just now, he looked really upset. I think he does care about you.”

Zhou Yuan pointed to the durian on the table, “Never mind him. Sister Su, I want to eat durian.”

Su Meixi, half laughing, half crying, could only help her open the durian.

…

It wasn’t long before Gu Cheng returned.

A chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right.

Zhou Yuan was so surprised she even forgot about the durian.

Gu Cheng, after returning, smiled at Zhou Yuan, then carried both the chicken and duck into the kitchen.

Su Meixi was also shocked and quickly followed him into the kitchen, “Big brother, what… what are you doing?”

Gu Cheng said, “Yuanyuan is pregnant, she surely needs nutrition. I thought I’d make some soup for her.”

“…Can you slaughter a chicken?” Su Meixi asked.

Gu Cheng replied, “I should be able to.”

Should?

Su Meixi thought: You could at least have asked the poultry stall to help slaughter it.

She couldn’t do it either; she always bought pre-slaughtered chickens, only chopping them up further at home.

Zhou Yuan also walked to the kitchen doorway, surprised to see Gu Cheng about to slaughter the chicken.

Gu Cheng, while tying the chicken with a rope, told Zhou Yuan, “Pregnant women shouldn’t see blood. Yuanyuan, don’t come over.”

Zhou Yuan wasn’t scared at all; she still stood at the doorway watching.

After securing the chicken firmly, it couldn’t move. Then, with one foot on the chicken’s body and one hand holding its head, Gu Cheng looked as if he was ready to take revenge on an enemy.

However, he applied too much force, and the chicken’s head was cut off.

Blood splattered all over him.

Zhou Yuan was startled, and it seemed like the baby inside her stirred as well.

Indeed, pregnant women shouldn’t see blood, so she quickly walked to the living room to continue eating durian.

Su Meixi also shook her head and came out.

“That chicken died a miserable death,” Su Meixi said, “but at least it was quick and didn’t suffer too much.”

After all, chickens are for eating, and one shouldn’t be too sentimental.

While Zhou Yuan was eating the durian, she couldn’t stop thinking about Gu Cheng killing the chicken.

Gu Cheng actually killed a chicken for her?

She didn’t understand and was greatly shocked.

Soon, noise came from the kitchen again; Gu Cheng must have opened “Little Red Book” to watch a chicken-killing video.

Then, all was silent again.

Su Meixi took a look and then came back to tell Zhou Yuan, “He’s plucking the chicken feathers very carefully, like… like planting roses for a lover.”

Upon hearing Su Meixi describe it this way, Zhou Yuan also went to take a look.

She saw Gu Cheng sitting on a small stool, his sleeves rolled up to his arms, and a chicken that had been scalded with hot water before him as he plucked its feathers—some finer ones he plucked out one by one.

Zhou Yuan came back and told Su Meixi, “Does he think that by killing a chicken, I will forgive him? He’s doing it for the baby in my belly, not for me. If I hadn’t said I was pregnant, he wouldn’t have killed a chicken.”

Su Meixi couldn’t help but say, “I don’t think that way; no matter whom he cares for, the first person who will eat the chicken is you.”

That morning, the kitchen was noisy with chopping and slicing until the afternoon, when Gu Cheng’s chicken soup was finally ready.

Considering it was his first time making chicken soup, it tasted passable.

Gu Cheng called Su Meixi and Zhou Yuan over to drink the chicken soup.

He served a bowl for Zhou Yuan, “Have some to nourish your body.”

Zhou Yuan said, “Pregnant women actually don’t need to be fortified; it’s the postpartum women who need it. Pregnant women should just eat normally, otherwise all the weight goes on themselves, not on the baby.”

Gu Cheng said, “Having normal meals can also include drinking chicken soup; having it occasionally is fine.”

Zhou Yuan’s attitude towards him had softened a lot, but she still stubbornly said, “So, the chicken soup is also just for occasional indulgence, huh?”

“Whenever you want it, I can make it, let’s make more chicken soup tonight.”

“Don’t bother, I find it too greasy, and besides, yours isn’t tasty, it’s too oily.”

Gu Cheng smiled, “It’s my first try, I’ll have the experience next time.”

Suddenly, Su Meixi felt like she was being a third wheel.

She endured the nausea and drank a bowl of the fishy, oily chicken soup Gu Cheng had stewed, then said, “You two chat, I’ll go upstairs to prepare some interview materials.”

Then she quickly ran upstairs.

…
After the Fang siblings moved out, there was an empty room in the house.

But Gu Cheng still slept on the sofa, because Zhou Yuan refused to sleep upstairs; she preferred the small room, and he slept on the sofa to be near Zhou Yuan.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Yuan got up to use the bathroom.

Pregnant women often urinate frequently, especially after drinking soup.

When she opened the bedroom door, she saw the living room light was still on and Gu Cheng, who immediately sat up upon seeing her come out.