Chapter 8: Little Nest

Upon entering her apartment on the third floor with her two sisters-in-law, Qin Xue's first thought was how dirty and messy it was. Hasn't anybody cleaned this place?

How could anyone live in a place that looks like a garbage dump?

Fang Hong and Yu Xiu brought the stuff into the room and said to Qin Xue, "You go rest for a bit. I'm going to cook. When the food is ready, I'll call you. Anyway, there's nothing to eat at your home. For these few days, just have meals at my place. Once you are a bit more settled, you can buy some supplies and food then."

Fang Hong originally planned to tidy up a bit, but considering that her husband, Mr. Xie, would be coming home from work soon and it was getting late already, she decided not to mention it.

Since Qin Xue had just been discharged from the hospital and was still pregnant and weak, it made no sense for her to do the cleaning. They would have to help her clean up later when things were more comfortable.

Yu Xiu also needed to go home. She had been caring for Qin Xue these past few days and had neglected her own home. Now that Qin Xue was home, she naturally wanted to go back. Therefore, after letting Qin Xue take a rest, both of them left together.

"Mrs. Fang, Qin Xue's house is so messy and she's still weak. How about we help her tidy up tomorrow?

After spending a few days with her, I noticed she isn't as bad as people say. I think she's been influenced by others. Chu Molin is not at home; we should help her if we can."

Fang Hong also lives on the third floor, just at the other end from Qin Xue's house. She knows more about Qin Xue than Yu Xiu does. Qin Xue indeed has a bad temper. They had tried to help her before, but she did not appreciate it and thus stopped doing so.

But after being with her in the hospital this time, they saw that she wasn't a bad person. Maybe amnesia improved her temper. She seemed quite pleasant and gentle. Perhaps she'd been lead astray, which led her to behave the way she used to.

Certainly, the quality of a person is an essential issue. Since Qin Xue is inherently a good person, they are willing to help her. Not just because Chu Molin works under Mr. Xie, but also because of their usually good relationship. Hence, they agreed to help her clean the house.

"Sure, let's come here and help clean up after breakfast tomorrow."

Indeed, Qin Xue was so weak that she couldn't even clean her own house, something that bothered her as she was a bit of a clean freak.

Upon further inspection into the other rooms, Qin Xue found that the two were sleeping in separate rooms. That makes sense, after all, who would be happily married if they felt manipulated?

It was easy to tell which room was Qin Xue's. One was tidy and clean, the other was a complete mess.

Qin Xue sighed, picked up a clean set of sheets from the wardrobe, and made the bed. She was so worn out that she fell asleep easily, not waking up until Fang Hong knocked on her door to get her for their meal.

She rinsed her mouth and loosely tied her hair back before heading over to Fang Hong's for dinner, empty-handed. Once she feels better, she'll buy something as a thank-you gift for them.

They've been inconvenienced for so long, and she's been eating at their house. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock.

"Mr. Xie, could you please answer the door? It should be Qin Xue," called Fang Hong from the kitchen. Xie Jun put down his newspaper, stood up, and opened the door. "Qin Xue, come in. Dinner is almost ready."

"Hello, Mr. Xie. I'm sorry for the disturbance," Qin Xue had chatted with Fang Hong in the hospital and knew that her man was the head of a research institute named Xie Jun. Her cheap old husband was under Xie Jun's control. They heard that everyone who could get into the research institute was very capable and exceptional.

Chu Molin was supposedly the most impressive one in the entire institute. No wonder he had so many admirers. Nobody expected that a beautiful flower like him would end up with a cow dung like her. Of course, Chu Molin was the flower, and she was the undesirable cow dung.