Panicked
"I say, are you doing this on purpose?" He Shaochen narrowed his eyes as he asked.
Qiao Qiao's mouth turned red from the spiciness. Her hands paused as she stiffly raised her head and laughed dryly. "You … What do you mean by that?"
"Hmph, stop pretending. Didn't you just remember that I said to 'thank' you properly?" He Shaochen coldly snorted.
Because of the finger-guessing game, He Shaochen had said that he wanted to thank her properly in bed. This damned woman probably remembered those words, which was why she dragged him to this damned place in the middle of the night.
Qiao Qiao laughed awkwardly. "Hehe, you're thinking too much."
He Shaochen originally wanted to place his arm on the table to support his chin, but when he saw the oily table, his mood worsened. Looking at Qiao Qiao's guilty look, the mischievous factor in his heart began to surface.
He tilted his head slightly and raised his eyelids. His long eyelashes drew a beautiful arc, but there was a trace of ridicule in his eyes. "You better hope that I'm thinking too much."
Qiao Qiao's heart trembled.
She lowered her head even more. After a while, she couldn't help but raise her head again and ask coldly, "That … I'm saying if you're not thinking too much, then what should we do?"
He Shaochen smiled slowly as he naturally snatched the meat skewer from Qiao Qiao's hands. The moment he ate the meat skewer, it was extremely sexy.
Qiao Qiao's heartbeat instantly broke through the threshold.
Her husband was so sexy that it was killing her!
She steadied her heart and asked dryly, "You … What are you doing … Why are you eating the … Ah?"
"Because I want to." He Shaochen curled his lips and answered her previous question. "Actually, it doesn't matter if I'm thinking too much or not …"
Qiao Qiao was stunned. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, He Shaochen raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Because the result is the same."
Qiao Qiao trembled like a sieve.
That night, Qiao Qiao deeply understood the meaning of He Shaochen's words, which directly caused her to be unable to get out of bed the next day.
Generally speaking, they would go on a honeymoon after marriage. Unfortunately, He Shaochen was too busy with his work. Because of his marriage a few days ago, his work had been delayed. Now, the documents in his office were piled up like a mountain.
If they were to go on another one-month honeymoon, Lingyu would probably cry himself to death.
As a considerate wife, of course, Qiao Qiao would fully support He Shaochen's work. Honeymoon and the like could be made up at any time in the future.
This decision directly caused Qiao Qiao to not see He Shaochen's shadow for the next few days.
"Did I learn how to cook soup?" Qiao Qiao muttered to herself in the classroom.
"Mrs. He, please answer this question!" The teacher's powerful voice rang out in the classroom. Qiao Qiao quivered and hurriedly stood up.
However, she had been in a daze and didn't even know the question. She could only timidly ask in a small voice, "Um … Teacher, can you repeat the question …"
Under the teacher's murderous gaze, she lowered her head in shame. It was too embarrassing.
After class.
Qiao Qiao lay on the table with an ashen face.
Hao Youran, who was sitting next to her, rubbed her elbow and teased, "Mrs. He, you're so popular now. You won't even answer if I don't call you Mrs. He."
Qiao Qiao covered her face and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't laugh at me."
"Hehe, what's wrong with you these past few days? Is it because you've been doing too much at night as a newlywed? Is that why you're so lethargic during the day? "Hao Youran was definitely comparable to He Shaochen's when it came to perverted behavior.
Qiao Qiao's face flushed red. She laughed dryly and said, "Youran, you're overthinking it."
"Whether or not you're thinking too much, won't you know by looking at your usual mental state?" Hao Youran smiled meaningfully.
Qiao Qiao felt wronged. "I really didn't do that. I haven't seen him for a few days."
"Huh?"
Hao Youran was stunned. She thought she had misheard. "Qiao Qiao, are you kidding?"
"I don't have the time to joke with you. He's the CEO of a conglomerate. He has a lot of work to do. He must be exhausted these past few days. "Qiao Qiao rested her chin on her hand and said sullenly.
When she thought about how He Shaochen hadn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days, Qiao Qiao couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She wished she could stay by his side and ask about his well-being.
Hao Youran saw that Qiao Qiao Qiao was full of worry and didn't seem to be faking it. She asked embarrassedly, "Is he really that busy?"
Qiao Qiao glanced at her and pursed her lips. "Do you think I would joke about these things?"
"That's right. So you're not satisfied because you haven't been nourished by your husband these past few days. Is that why you're daydreaming in class?" Hao Youran began to analyze again.
"Youran, that's enough!" Qiao Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Why was her best friend so perverted?
"Hehe, I'm just joking." Hao Youran waved her hand and smiled wretchedly. "Then, did you go and see him?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head gloomily. "He's so busy. How would I dare to disturb him?"
She didn't know anything. If she went over, she would only add to his troubles. It was more practical to call him at night to ask about him.
But the moment she said that, Hao Youran slapped Qiao Qiao on the back. She used so much force that it was as if she was going to slap her lungs out. Qiao Qiao immediately coughed violently.
However, Hao Youran put on a pained expression and said, "Qiao Qiao, this is your fault. No matter how busy your husband is, you shouldn't ignore him!"
"I'll call him at night." Qiao Qiao reminded her in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, Hao Youran's gaze turned to the side. She shook her head and said, "Do you think a phone call will do? Aren't you being too perfunctory? "
"… Uh." Qiao Qiao shrunk her neck and asked timidly, "Can't I do that?"
"Of course not! Your husband is hungry and cold every day. He works day and night. As his wife, if you don't go over to ask about him, is that appropriate? "
Initially, Qiao Qiao didn't think much of it. But after Hao Youran said that, she suddenly felt very guilty. "Youran, did I do something wrong?"
Hao Youran nodded seriously. She looked at her with pity and said, "There's no need to doubt it. You must have done something wrong. You're too incompetent as a wife."
She was too incompetent as a wife!
This was a bolt from the blue for Qiao Qiao. She had been holding herself back from looking for him. She had been working hard to play the role of a good wife and loving mother!
"Why don't I go to his office today?" Qiao Qiao mustered up her courage and said.
Hao Youran smiled with relief. "It's best to admit your mistakes and correct them. Your husband will be very happy to see you go. It's best if you cook something delicious and send it over. It'll improve your image a lot."
"What should I cook?" Qiao Qiao looked at Hao Youran seriously. It was as if the other party had become a caring elder sister.
Hao Youran held her chin and thought for a moment. Then she said, "It's better to cook soup. Although it's already spring, City A is generally cold. It's better to cook soup."
"… Cook soup." Qiao Qiao appeared unnatural for a moment. Obviously, she had recalled some bad memories.
"Why? Don't you know how to cook?"
Although Qiao Qiao wanted to shake her head, considering the experience of failure last time, Qiao Qiao nodded honestly. "I'm still practicing. I haven't finished my apprenticeship …"
Hao Youran's mouth twitched.
The two fell into a strange silence.
After a while, Hao Youran laughed dryly and said, "It's … It's okay. Don't Family He have many famous chefs? Isn't it the same to let them cook? "
"The meaning is different, isn't it?" Qiao Qiao whispered.
"It's better than not going!"
Indeed, it was better than not going. After not seeing him for so many days, Qiao Qiao felt that she was going to be lovesick.
After class that day, Qiao Qiao went home without stopping to get the soup that she had asked someone to cook in advance. Then, she rushed to He Shaochen's company as if she was in a war.
When Ling Yu saw her, he was shocked and asked in surprise, "Young Madam, why are you here?"
"Well, I'm bringing him some soup." Qiao Qiao laughed dryly. It didn't seem good to run over without saying goodbye. She was too anxious just now and forgot to call in advance.
Ling Yu smiled implicitly and said, "I think He Shao will be very happy."
"I hope so." Qiao Qiao smiled.
Ling Yu took her to the president's office. He knocked on the door and said, "He Shao."
A slightly tired voice sounded, "Come in."
When the two of them walked in, Qiao Qiao saw a mountain of documents. He Shaochen was drowned by the documents. When Qiao Qiao saw this scene, her eyes immediately turned red. Her heart ached.
"Hubby." Qiao Qiao called out softly.
When He Shaochen heard this slightly choked voice, his first reaction wasn't to be touched, but to be shocked.
"Qiao Qiao?"
"Hubby, I'm here to see you." Qiao Qiao's eyes immediately teared up. She went over and hugged him. Choking, she said, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Instantly, countless pink bubbles rose in the office. According to the plot, He Shaochen would hug her back and gently comfort her, "Honey, I'm very happy that you're here to see me."
Then, the two of them would act as if no one was around.
But!
Sometimes, there was a big difference between reality and imagination.
For example, right now, He Shaochen was getting goosebumps. The corner of his eyes twitched violently. He pulled Qiao Qiao away from him and said, "Qiao Qiao, did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Qiao Qiao was stunned. Her expression was a little sluggish.
He Shaochen's face continued to twitch. He couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh, "Can you be more normal? You're making people panic. "
At this moment, even Qiao Qiao couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She felt that her maiden heart was broken into pieces. The pink bubbles that she had painstakingly created were all popped. He Shaochen was no longer a beauty in the eye of the beholder. Instead, the more she looked at him, the more hateful he became.
What happened to acting according to the script?
— —
"Qiao Qiao makes soup for Shaochen every day now?" He Shaochen asked curiously as he stroked Hao Youran's smooth back.
Hao Youran leaned into his embrace. Her face was faintly red. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, did you know? She was so depressed. It wasn't easy for her to muster up the courage to send soup to Shaochen. Maybe she was a little emotional at the beginning, but Shaochen complained that it was too mushy. Later on, Shaochen said that it wasn't sincere at all to let the servants make soup. He despised her all over. "
"Heh, it's really depressing," He Shaochen agreed.
Hao Youran continued, "So now, when she gets home, she's busy learning how to make soup from the chef. She's very serious."
"Oh? She's making it herself now? "
"Yes."
A strange look flashed across He Shaochen's eyes. He kissed Hao Youran's forehead gently and smiled gently, saying, "Youran, do you want to help your good sister?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
