Chapter 165

165. It’s Over

“There’s a supermarket.” Wen Han immediately covered her stomach in pain, “Uncle, I need daily necessities, preferably with some ginger tea.”

“… I understand.”

Although still somewhat confused, Wen Han was feeling unwell herself and couldn’t just ignore it.

Su Zeheng had no choice but to leave.

In the cramped elevator, Wen Han’s words suddenly resurfaced in his mind.

“Getting back together?” he muttered to himself.

Was she joking or serious?

The tone sounded like a joke, but this little witch always spoke that way.

But then again, had he and she really ever been in a relationship?

Probably not.

But…

He fell into deep thought, his heart in turmoil.

…

“This should be his first time buying sanitary products for a girl, right?”

At home, Wen Han sat wearily, yet couldn’t help smiling.

Having a boy who had never done such a thing buy them would make him feel awkward, embarrassed, and a bit afraid.

What did this mean? This meant it would leave a deep impression on him, something he might never forget.

If he couldn’t forget this, how could he forget me? And especially since it’s the first time!

Wen Han wanted to leave countless traces in Su Zeheng’s memories.

For now, these things didn’t seem significant, but when they all erupted at the critical point…

“Uncle, you’ll realize then that your life and memories are all about me, and you’ll realize that you truly love me, hopelessly!”

The evil little witch giggled, then suddenly frowned.

“Ouch… It seems to be coming again.”

She covered her large buttocks and walked into the bathroom alone.

…

“Phew!”

Stepping back into the cramped elevator, Su Zeheng felt relieved.

He had never done such a thing before, and even avoided the women’s hygiene section in supermarkets.

“I never thought I’d…”

Before he finished speaking, he noticed the elevator doors had opened and quickly returned to Wen Han’s home.

“Where is she?”

Just as before, Wen Han was nowhere to be found, leaving him puzzled as he searched. He saw the closed door of the bathroom.

“Wen Han, are you okay?” Su Zeheng frowned slightly and walked over worriedly.

A voice came from inside the bathroom: “Uncle, did you get it?”

“Oh yes!”

With a creak, the bathroom door opened a crack, and a pale hand stretched out: “Give it to me.”

Su Zeheng silently handed it over and turned to leave quickly.

After a moment, Wen Han appeared, pale and seemingly very tired.

Su Zeheng couldn’t help asking, “Are you okay?”

“Not really!” Wen Han shook her head, “I might have low bl**d sugar.”

“Should I cut you some fruit?”

“I don’t want to eat these, I want something sweet.” Wen Han rubbed her temples, “Ouch! But there’s no sugar left at home.”

“You… Do you want me to go buy more?”

Of course! Wen Han sneered inwardly.

This is called the sunk cost fallacy, making you do more for me, making you feel you’ve spent a lot of time on me.

Additionally, start with small requests, then gradually increase… Eventually, the other person will listen to you and become submissive.

This is a common tactic used by many manipulative women, and Wen Han had become proficient after years of practice.

But how could she be so direct?

Direct girls aren’t liked by boys.

“Forget it, you’ve already run two errands.” She smiled helplessly, sitting on the sofa and covering her head and stomach, “Uncle, stay with me, I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable now.”

“… Alright.”

Su Zeheng had never seen Wen Han like this.

He knew girls were in pain during their period, but he didn’t know what that felt like.

Their physiological differences and societal stereotypes ensured they could never truly understand each other.

Men say they’re tired because they are, constrained by traditional thoughts.

Women say they’re tired because they are, constrained by tradition and society.

Both genuinely feel the pressure from society and physiology, but even if they can understand each other, they can’t truly experience each other’s feelings and circumstances.

Some things are innate and cannot be changed.

So, facing Wen Han’s discomfort, Su Zeheng could only comfort her habitually.

He hesitated, then stood up after a moment of silence: “Wait a little longer.”

“Huh?” Wen Han opened her eyes drowsily, “Where are you going?”

Su Zeheng smiled faintly: “Besides sweets, do you want anything else?”

…

Rumble…

Thunder rolled in the dark clouds, roaring loudly.

The rain obscured the city’s bustle, with everyone rushing past with umbrellas, as if no one had a face.

“Why hasn’t Mom come to pick me up yet?”

Behind the kindergarten railing, Little Yuan pouted angrily.

Seeing other parents picking up their children while she was still alone, she lowered her head dejectedly.

“Little Yuan, your mom isn’t here yet? Bye-bye~”

“Bye-bye, Mingcheng~”

Another friend disappeared, and Little Yuan could only lift her head sadly.

But in that instant, her eyes suddenly lit up.

“Dad!!!”

“Hush—!!!”

Her expression changed abruptly.

Su Zeheng looked in horror at his sister and niece’s backs, sighing in relief when they didn’t turn around.

“You’ve been waiting a long time, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Little Yuan nodded, “Where’s Mom?”

“Mom isn’t feeling well today, so I came to take you home.”

Little Yuan immediately frowned: “Mom is sick?!”

“Yes, so Little Yuan needs to be good these days, don’t upset Mom, and when you grow up, take good care of her, okay?”

“Okay! I’m already grown up, I can take care of Mom!”

“That’s my good girl~”

Holding an umbrella in one hand and lifting Little Yuan with the other, Su Zeheng walked back to the car slowly.

His eyes caught his sister and niece’s shocked and puzzled looks.

“Oh no!”

His heart sank, and he started the car in a panic, speeding away.

…

“Ouch… How should I explain this?”

On the way home, Su Zeheng kept looking at his phone, both afraid and waiting, but his sister’s call never came.

Who knew it would be so coincidental!

This…

He scratched his head in frustration, drawing Little Yuan’s curious gaze.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” The little one looked puzzled.

“I…” Su Zeheng gradually calmed down, “Nothing, Dad… Oh! I mean Uncle, Uncle, I think my hair itches.”

Explaining to the little one, Su Zeheng sighed, only to find a small hand pressing on his head.

He stared, surprised: “Hmm?”

“Dad, are you still itchy now?”

Standing in the back seat, on tiptoe.

The little one reached his head and scratched it, laughing happily.