Even though Su Ran thought her instant sonâs attitude of âItâs no big deal for me to treat you. You can order whatever you wantâ was cool, they still had a unilateral discussion before ordering delivery.
When the delivery guy came, Su Ran was rummaging through Su Hanâs stuff.
She had already thrown away all of the original ownerâs belongings. As for Su Hanâs possessions, there wasnât much. She had stuffed it all in a wardrobe.
When Su Han was accepting the takeout, he noticed how heavy the bag was. His brow furrowed as the aroma of food wafted out of the food containers.
âMore and more wasteful,â Su Han muttered.
âWhat did you say?â Su Ran was still going through the clothing when she heard Su Hanâs voice from the outside.
âNothing,â Su Han quickly replied. âThe food is here.â
After saying this, Su Hanâs expression returned to an impassive one. Carrying the takeout, he placed it on the only table in the apartment, then he turned around and walked to the couch on the side.
When Su Ran came out of the bedroom, this is what she saw: the takeout was left completely untouched on the table, Su Hanâs head was hanging down, and he was silently sitting on the couch. It was if there was an invisible wall separating him from the food.
Was the food not tempting enough, or was the teenager not hungry enough? Why was he so indifferent when the food was right in front of him?
Finding his behavior strange, Su Ran asked, âThe food is here. Why arenât you eating?â
This plastic mother and child had remained strangers for over a decade. It wasnât possible to immediately change the status quo with only a few awkward conversations. And so, Su Ran didnât think Su Han would wait for her to eat together.
Su Ran had only casually asked this question. She was surprised when Su Han suddenly stiffened as if someone had tapped his pressure points. Soon after, a sneer flashed through his stubborn face.
It was such a minor fluctuation, but Su Ran with her nearly perfect vision saw it.
Little villain ah, cuter children are more likeable. That way, your death wonât be so wretched when the time comes.
Where had he learned to make these unlikeable expressions? From the original owner?
Thinking of the original owner, Su Ran abruptly forze in stunned realization!
Why had she forgotten about this?
In the past, the original owner only ordered what she liked to eat. She never bothered ordering a share of food for Su Han.
Every time, after the original owner had eaten and drank her full, she picked up her purse and seductively strolled out. It was only after the original owner had left and the sound of her high heels had faded into the distance, that a small figure would come out of the corner of the room to consume the leftovers on the table.
Picturing that image, Su Ran felt her chest tightening and her blood pressure rising.
In addition, since she had the original ownerâs memories, she also knew that those leftovers werenât intentionally left for Su Han. It was only because the original owner was in a hurry to go out and had been too lazy to throw out her trash.
Even as a bystander, she couldnât stand the way the original owner had treated her son. If she wasnât currently occupying this body right now, Su Ran would have the impulse to smack the original ownerâs corpse.
âWhy are you just sitting there? I ordered food for both of us. Come over and eat. This restaurantâs wide rice noodles are really good. Hurry up. It wonât taste good once it gets cold.â Su Ran tried to use her most normal tone of voice to say this. When Su Han looked over in her direction, she had already hidden away the sympathy and pain she felt for him.
Seeing that Su Han was blankly frozen in place, Su Ran could only say in a half-jokingly and half-threateningly tone, âDo I need to take the noodles over to you?â
This sentence was effective. Su Han abruptly stood up and walked over.
Seeing the two takeout containers in the bag, Su Han slightly paused before picking up the smaller container without hesitation.