Chapter 390: Shall I take my clothes off so you can examine me?

Qin Yi's cheeks were burning hot, and the slap he had just received made them feel even hotter, as if he had been slapped again.

He stammered, "Didn't we already break up?"

"Ha, you broke up? Is this a matter of breaking up or not? I just can't understand why you would go and have an online relationship."

Qin Yi was getting impatient. "We've already talked, what's the point of saying all this? Are you going to talk about this all night?"

Qin Liang waved his hand, "Forget it, since you've broken up, don't do anything so ridiculous again. Also..."

“You’ve been in Chongqing for so long, tell me about Qin Ce and that Qiao Xing.”

Qin Yi frowned. "You've already checked it yourself, why do you keep asking me?"

Qin Liang sighed deeply. He looked intently at Qin Yi and said, "I've investigated, but no matter how much I investigate, I can only find out her identity."

"Then what else do you want to ask?"

"I want to know what your brother's attitude towards her is. Is he just being stubborn with me, or has he really fallen for that woman?"

Qin Yi smirked, "You haven't seen him in all these years, you probably don't even know what kind of person he is, and you're asking me about this."

Qin Liang showed signs of another relapse.

Qin Yi continued, "He's not the kind of person who would hold a grudge over something like this, and they have a very good relationship. Dad, let me give you a piece of advice: if you really want to repair your relationship with your older brother, it's best not to interfere in their affairs."

Qin Liang frowned and snorted coldly, "It seems that woman is indeed capable; even you are siding with her."

Qin Yi was completely speechless. "So no matter what I say, you still think your sister-in-law married your brother for ulterior motives?"

"What else could it be? Could it be that your brother has developed such lowbrow tastes after all these years abroad?"

The fact that Qin Ce and Qiao Xing got married is just like how he found out about Qin Yi's online romance. Even though he's lived to be this old, he still can't understand why they would do such a thing.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"You're still defending her?"

Qin Yi was speechless. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, saying, "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you about this. I'm going to sleep."

After saying that, he lay down on the bed, grabbed the blanket and covered himself, refusing to communicate with Qin Liang.

Qin Liang frowned, but didn't make things difficult for him any further. He sat on the chair for a while before getting up and leaving.

Qiao Xing was unaware of what was happening here; she had already prepared dinner and brought it all out.

Qin Ce returned just in time; he was changing his shoes at the door.

"You're back." Qiao Xing greeted him with a smile. "You're back just in time; I just finished cooking dinner."

Qin Ce changed his shoes, walked over, casually tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands before coming out.

The room had been quiet for several days, and finally there was the warmth of cooking again. He went to the kitchen to get some bowls and chopsticks.

Qiao Xing didn't see him behind her, and when she opened the cabinet, the glass hit him right in the face.

"hiss--"

Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment. When he turned around, he saw that Qiao Xing was covering his face with one hand and supporting himself on the stove with the other, bent over in pain.

"Are you alright?!" Qiao Xing grabbed his arm anxiously, staring at him with pleading eyes.

Qin Ce took a moment to calm down before swallowing the soreness in his nose. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

When he put his hand down and looked down, the tip of his nose was a little red.

"Why do you always walk so silently?" she complained softly. The door was just the right size for her to open without hitting her head, but Qin Ce was tall and could easily get hurt if he wasn't careful.

Qin Ce rubbed the tip of his nose. "It's my fault."

Qiao Xing looked him up and down. He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, which made him look even taller and slimmer. He didn't seem like the kind of person who would be in a place like a kitchen.

This was the first time he had appeared in the kitchen since Qiao Xing learned his identity. Qiao Xing felt it was dreamlike and unreal, like a mannequin.

Qin Ce looked at her, puzzled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I don't think you're being genuine." Qiao Xing blurted out what was on her mind without thinking.

Qin Ce was stunned for a moment, his confusion deepening. "What do you mean by 'doesn't seem real'? Am I a fake person?"

Qiao Xing stretched out a finger and poked his arm, then his lower abdomen. She wanted to touch his face as well, but her hand was suddenly grabbed by the man, who wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against the stove.

"Should I take my clothes off so you can examine me?"

A wave of heat rose to her cheeks, and Qiao Xing quickly pushed him away, "Stop fooling around, let's go eat, the food's getting cold."

"I suddenly don't want to eat anymore, I want to do something else." He leaned closer to Qiao Xing, his breath hitting her face, making her cheeks even hotter.

"Don't... go eat first."

Qin Ce's long, slender fingers landed on her face, touched it, and then his fingertips wandered to the scarf around her neck, pulling it open to take a look.

He then released her, saying, "Let's go."

Her injuries hadn't fully healed, so he still didn't dare to do anything reckless.

Qiao Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed him to the restaurant, where the two ate their meal in silence.

It seems the same as before, but it also feels a little different.

Qiao Xing always felt a lingering sense of melancholy.

After the meal, Qin Ce cleaned up the dishes as usual and went to the kitchen to wash them. Qiao Xing quickly followed and took over, saying, "Let me do it."

As soon as Qin Ce unbuttoned his sleeves, she turned on the tap and started washing.

After staring at her back for a few seconds, Qin Ce grabbed a rag and went outside.

Qiao Xing caught up with him again and snatched the rag from his hand, saying, "I can do it. You can go do your thing."

Qin Ce just stared at her. She had a smile on her face, but that smile made Qin Ce very uncomfortable.

There's an indescribable sense of unequal distance between us.

"Qiao Xing, what's wrong with you..."

Qiao Xing interrupted him, "I can handle this little thing. Aren't you usually very busy? You go ahead and do your thing. I have nothing to do anyway."

Qin Ce looked at her with a complicated expression. "You don't need to do this."

Qiao Xing was stunned. "What do you mean, like this?"

Qin Ce was speechless for a moment; he didn't know what to say.

Qiao Xing dropped the rag, wiped her hands on her apron, and then shoved him, "Okay, you should get out of here. You're getting in the way."

Qin Ce was pushed out of the kitchen by her, and before he could say anything, Qiao Xing ran back to wash the dishes.

He loosened his tie somewhat irritably, then turned and went to his study.

I turned on my computer, stared at the wallpaper for ages, and couldn't concentrate on my work.

Although they seem to have reconciled, there are still some problems. They may not seem like much on the surface, but you can clearly feel them in certain details.

This feeling, however, made him irritable, yet he couldn't resolve it.

Hearing the sound of mopping outside, he slammed his laptop shut.