Chapter 127: Cold War, I Want to Run Away From Home

itely nodded at him. Sima An looked at her hesitantly, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Song Mengmeng's smile was still as warm and gentle as before, but there was a clear sense of dista...Joe Baoer, you give me some peace and quiet, and from now on, don't bring this up again...

Since that night when Jun Zhimu had coldly warned her, Qiao Bao'er had been making a deliberate effort to be 'unruly'. She seemed to be purposely provoking him at every turn.

In the sweltering heat of midday, the sun blazed down fiercely.

The housekeepers in the main hall of Lord Jun's residence were busy preparing a lavish lunch for the arriving guests.

This morning, Lu Qinan, Pei Haoran, and several other men they hadn't met before all went to the Jun family.

These people went into Jun Zhi's spacious study, holding a meeting of some sort. Anyway, Qiao Baoer had no idea what was going on, and frankly, she didn't care to know.

"Madam…"

It's lunchtime already, Qiao Baoer also strode over gracefully, but Fang Da Ma beside her was a little surprised when she saw her.

Since that night when the young master of her family reprimanded her, Qiao Bao'er refused to eat at the same table as Jun Zhimu.

As long as he's there, she'll definitely turn and leave.

On the side of the dining chairs, Junzhi Mu and his companions sat upright. They hadn't started their meal yet. Pei Haoran had a gentle smile on his face and greeted her friendly.

"It's been a while, thanks for joining us for a meal with these old men..."

qiao Bao'er smiled back at him, "I've already eaten."

"But I ate a bit too much, so after this meal, I need to work off some calories." She turned her head and glared at Junzhi Mu in the center of the table, putting emphasis on the last word, making it unclear what she meant.

Lu Qinnan and the others didn't understand what she meant by "post-meal exercise." They were curious to ask the male head of the household, but before they could even speak, a crisp and melodious piano sound filled the entire hall.

Slender fingers, expertly dancing across the black and white keys, play Chopin's Nocturne.

This song, played by Qiao Bao'er, was effortless and smooth. She didn't need sheet music; she could play it by heart. Moreover, her fingers moved faster and faster with each note, the force behind each keystroke growing stronger as if she were releasing some pent-up emotion.

The piano music was beautiful, but the servants in Jun's family hall became anxious and uneasy.

Pei Haoran and Lu Qinian looked at each other warily, their eyes fixed on the ground. The rest of the diners in the restaurant seemed apprehensive, stealing glances toward Jun Zhipu in the central seat.

Suddenly, a chill ran down their spines.

And yet the piano kept playing smoothly, each note ringing in her ears. How could she dare to play this piece in Lord Jun's home...

"Enough—"

The man at the restaurant seemed to have reached his limit. He stood up angrily, knocking over the tableware on the table, and Lu Qinan and the others felt their hearts tighten with worry.

"Jo Bao'er, have you had enough"

Not until the last note of the nocturne had faded away did she stop, content.

Junjia Restaurant is a little distance away from the grand piano placed in the center of the hall, but the music from it is impossible to ignore, and it has caused some people to become agitated.

Yes, she knew he disliked anyone playing the piano at home, especially this piece.

The heavy atmosphere at home was thick with tension.

The butler anxiously ran over to Qiao Bao'er, lowering his voice and persuading her, "Young Master Zhimu doesn't like this piece of music because Madam she used to…"

Jiang Meili was once an internationally renowned pianist. Her favorite piece to play was this Chopin nocturne, and she became famous for her performance of it at the time.

"Is that so" Qiao Bao'er rose from the piano platform, appearing unconcerned.

"Don't tell me, Junzhi Mu said that I don't handle anything here."

Jo Bao'er's steps were heavy, her spine straight, she strode across from the restaurant, clearly demonstrating to the man there...

Let me be good! I'll show you just how bad I can be!!

Jun Zhimu's face was dark and gloomy, he wanted to get angry but held back, glaring at this woman as she shouted and left. Poor Lu Qinian and the others were trembling with fear, not daring to breathe loudly.

Their cold war started at some point, perhaps the day she went to great lengths to cook him a delicious meal, but he inexplicably scolded her. Qiao Bao'er refused to accept it.

Perhaps their problems had existed for a long time, only accumulating over time.

Anyway, the most unlucky one is the housemaid when the master and mistress at home are cold war.

"The young master of the house said, he...he isn't coming home for dinner tonight."

At noon, Qiao Bao'er played the piano to show off, which made Jun Zhimu's face turn ashen. That evening, he simply didn't come back, avoiding her sight and too lazy to argue with her.

< Qiao Bao'er gritted her teeth, glaring at the table full of dishes. >

She took a deep breath, pretended to be indifferent, and forced a smile as she looked at Fang Da Ma. Fang Da Ma felt uneasy under her gaze.

"Where is everyone!"

Just before midnight, Junzhi Mu rushed back from outside.

As usual, he would always go to the bedroom first. He turned the doorknob and stepped inside, but it was pitch black. The lights were off, and there was no sign of the person who should have been asleep in bed.

"Where did she go!"

The Junzhi Mu gritted his teeth and asked, his temper almost reaching its boiling point.

Fang Da Ma, under immense pressure, even brought the housekeeper along this time, fearing she couldn't handle Jun Zhi Mu alone.

“I asked you, where did she go Just like last time, she vanished without a trace.”

Recently, he's been having a disagreement with Qiao Baoer, which has left him feeling upset and stressed. On top of that, he's dealing with work matters and some complicated personal issues that keep piling up and preventing him from finding any peace.

The housekeeper's expression was complicated, and he hesitated before speaking, "Madam went to spend the night at her friend's house."

"Around 7 p.m. tonight, the driver personally sent her over, and we also called you at that time..." But Jun Zhi牧 was too busy, and his assistant thought it was the housekeeper calling, so he didn't take it to heart and continued working.

Jun's shepherd's face was somber, his lips pressed together in a tight line, he remained silent.

She should have gone to the apartment of the woman named Zhu Xiaowei.

Fang Da Ma hesitated for a moment, carefully opening her mouth, "Young Master Zhi Mu, Mistress although she has a bit of a mischievous personality, she doesn't mean any harm. Don't hold it against her..."

Junzhi Mu, upon hearing this, had his eyes blazing with fury.

To argue with him, if he argued with Qiao Bao'er that dead woman, she would… she wouldn’t even know what words to use to curse her, she was just so angry.

Although it is summer, the night breeze in the early morning is also a bit chilly.

"Master Zhimu, would you like to pick up Madam back home…" The housekeeper also knew that Master Zhimu wouldn't really argue with her. His absence from dinner was just an avoidance tactic.

"Just ignore her!"

Junzhi Mu this time was truly furious, she actually ran out!

He turned away, acting as if he didn't care, and strode toward the study with long strides, his grip on his phone so tight that his knuckles were white.

"Joe Baoer, what are you looking at on your phone"

This roughly 70-square-meter small apartment is Zhu Xiaowei's little nest.

Usually at 12 AM, as a good girl, she would already be fast asleep. However, tonight Qiao Baoer's sudden visit surprised and confused her.

"It's nothing."

Qiao Bao'er didn't know what she was angry about, and threw her phone aside.

Zhu Xiaowei looked her up and down, curiously asking, " Qiao Baoer, did you run away from home"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!inally couldn't hold back and streamed down her face. ..."Nearby, Director An feared they might start fighting and quickly stepped forward to interject, "Don't quarrel, please. Calm down."Jun's face w...