Chapter 88: I Won't Let You Fall for Him
an assistant professor six years ago, and his car accident with Tang Yu seems to have a lot of relevance. Furthermore, Qiao Baier...”"As long as Qiao Baoer behaves herself and gives birth to the chil...Qiao Bao'er looked at them suspiciously, since they were unwilling to say anything, she didn't press further.
"Grandpa, I want to go back to the old apartment to get some things."
"Pay attention to safety."
This venerable elder of the Jun family, though he always wears a stern face, is not as cold and formidable as rumored. Compared to his grandson, the old man is more open and approachable.
"Okay."
She responded with a sound and went out with the driver.
Yesterday, while she was chatting on the phone with her aunt, Qiao Bao'er remembered that her small wooden box was missing. She had been so busy these past few months that she couldn't even remember where she last saw it.
The car was driving smoothly and quickly. Lost in thought, I turned my head to look out the window and saw the old house where I used to live.
"I want to stay in the apartment for a while. You can go back first. If there's anything, I'll call you and come over later." She said that as she got out of the car and drove away.
"Alright, Miss, please be careful on your own."
The driver nodded to her, not daring to insist on accompanying her. He stepped on the gas and drove away quickly.
Qiao Baoer entered this dilapidated apartment building. There was no elevator, so she had to climb the stairs step by step. While taking out her keys from her bag, she wondered where she had put her small wooden box...
"Miss Qiao, you're here."
A man just walked out the front door and smiled and greeted her.
Qiao Baoer didn't recognize him. He seemed to be a new resident. She politely replied, "Hello." Taking out her keys, she opened the door to her apartment and went inside.
When closing the door, Qiao Baier suddenly realized, "How did he know my last name is Qiao"
A little curious, she peeked through the cat's eye on the door. The other person had already locked the door and gone downstairs. She didn't think much of it, anyway she was going back to Jun's place this afternoon.
She searched high and low throughout the cramped apartment, but her wooden box was nowhere to be found.
"Could it have fallen into the Yi family's hands..."
His face was a little downcast. He glanced up at the digital clock on the wall, almost noon already.
Fated to do this, she packed the scattered clothes back into their original place. She couldn't help but think that her little wooden box was with the Yi family now, and getting it back would be a bit awkward in the past.
Knock, knock, knock...
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Qiao Bao'er's expression was startled, and she quickly walked out of the small bedroom.
However, before she could take a step forward, the door creaked open.
Who has the key...
"What are you doing here"
Qiao Bao'er looked at the person in front of her, with a wary and puzzled expression on her face, especially since the other party was carrying a large bag of fresh ingredients in their right hand.
"I bought some vegetables and I'm going to cook for you."
He seemed in a good mood, his tone very natural as he walked straight towards the small kitchen.
"Yi Sicheng!"
Jo Bao'er called out to him in a complicated tone and quickly followed after him.
He was really strange today. He was dressed casually, his figure tall and slender, and his handsome face had completely lost the anger and despondency of yesterday. He was washing vegetables in the small kitchen with a serious expression.
What do you want to do
Qiao Bao'er stood behind him, a little afraid to get closer.
He seemed not to hear her question, his expression calm. He looked down at his expensive Patek Philippe watch and murmured, "It's almost 12 o'clock. Bao'er, wait for me in the small hall for a while. I'll be there soon..." His voice was light and cheerful, as if cooking were his usual hobby.
But Qiao Bao'er knew that Master Yi Sicheng had never been in the habit of cooking.
"What's wrong with you!"
She couldn't help but step forward and snatch the large shopping bag from his hand.
"Bao'er, I know you don't like to eat eggs..." He still had a smile on his face, lowering his voice as if coaxing her, "I bought a lot of your favorites today. Give me these ingredients and you can wait outside for the meal."
Joe Bao'er stood beside him, dumbfounded. What was going on with him
She watched as a live, spiny Australian lobster on the table struggled desperately. Yi Sicheng wasn't good at cooking, he was at a loss, his fingers were pricked by the sharp spines on the lobster's shell and bleeding.
"Yi Sichen, stop messing around!"
Joe Treasure couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed a large kitchen knife from nearby and cut the poor lobster into pieces with one slash.
Yes, she doesn't cook either. So when she saw Junzhi Mu frying soft-shell crabs for her last time, she was very surprised.
Yi Sicheng's face flushed a bit, "Bao'er, I heard from your aunt that you like men who can cook. In the future, I can..."
She looked at him and found his expression to be rather ingratiating.
If he said these words to her when they were first married, she would definitely be touched.
"Yi Sicheng, I know you feel wronged by Jun Zhumu's schemes and are feeling upset, but it's too late..." She didn't want to argue with him anymore.
"Baby, should we steam this lobster or stir-fry it" He continued to work, patiently asking as if he hadn't heard her words at all.
Qiao Baoer looked at his pretense, watching him awkwardly holding the pots and dishes...
"I don't eat seafood when I'm pregnant." she suddenly said in a raised voice.
At this moment, Yi Sicheng's smile on his face froze completely.
Pregnancy.
He seemed to be at his wit's end, suppressing anger as he shouted angrily, "If it weren't for Jun Zhimu stirring things up, we would have been a loving couple..."
"Enough!"
Qiao Bao'er couldn't stand him anymore. She acted quickly, grabbing his arm and dragging him straight out the door. "Yi Sicheng, don't come here to go crazy, get out!"
She was furious, slamming the door shut and locking it.
The decrepit iron gate creaked ominously.
The man over there seemed to have lost control, shouting and roaring. Occasionally, his voice would soften, "Bao'er, I won't make a fuss anymore. I'll listen to you, whatever you like, I can change... We used to be husband and wife!" He couldn't hide the anger and unwillingness at the end of his sentence.
Qiao Baoer ignored him and, looking at the shaking iron gate, felt very irritable.
All the things that Junzhi Mu had done, and Yi Sicheng, Ye Xi, and those others... I don't want to deal with it anymore.
Qiao Bao'er walked into the kitchen and started tidying up, ready to throw all the ingredients in this big bag into the trash. She still heard Yi Sicheng's annoying voice in her ears.
She's probably still being harassed by him even though she goes out, even though she's usually fierce. But her biggest weakness is her soft heart.
He went through the bag of ingredients expressionlessly, picking out some greens and beef, deciding to cook lunch himself.
There was some instant noodles at home. She threw the ingredients into the pot and cooked beef noodles. Though the beef was tough to chew and the vegetables were a little wilted, she would just have to make do. She'd wait until Yi Sicheng left before going out again.
"Sure enough, I should find a chef to be my husband." She lamented while gnawing on the unpalatable beef.
She had this realization a long time ago, so for her high school graduation year, she wrote down a birthday wish: give her a man who cooks well and is obedient.
But later, that wish card of hers was taken away by someone, Qiao Bao'er thought, maybe her wish card was ruined by some unscrupulous person, so her wish went unfulfilled.t stuffy" 。"Grandma Qiao rummaged through her cupboards and brought out the medical kit. She shoved the thermometer under her arm. "Oh my, why did you get sick as soon as you came back If your fever g...