Wen Suihan chuckled lightly, picked up the chopsticks, and continued to eat with his head down.
...
At night, Wen Changrong was so angry that his stomach hurt. He sat on the bed and took the stomach-warming drink that Su Yingru handed him.
Su Yingru, wearing a bathrobe, lifted a corner of the blanket and got into bed.
The old couple had been married for decades, and there was long since nothing intimate left to say.
Seeing Wen Changrong still frowning, Su Yingru also advised, "Don't be angry anymore. We're both old, and our children and grandchildren have their own lives to lead. Getting anxious and angry doesn't help at all, so why can't you let it go?"
The peak of Wen Changrong's anger had already passed. He took a sip of the stomach-warming drink and said, "I've lived my whole life so gloriously, but who knew that in my old age, life would be so bleak..."
While speaking, the phone placed next to Su Yingru on the bedside table rang.
