Chapter 88 Why Should She Cook for the Mistress?

After saying that, Jiang Ranxing regretted it a little. Lin Xuesha's actions at this moment should have been acceptable to Fu Xingyi.

Fu Shenyuan didn't make any statement, and seemed not to care about these things.

Jiang Ranxing knew she wouldn't get any information out of him, but she had already made up her mind.

She will find time to talk to Fu Xingyi about giving up custody.

Jiang Ranxing stopped dwelling on the issue and continued, "Then let's talk about the division of property—"

"ah--"

A shrill female voice rang out from downstairs, startling Fu Shenyuan so much that he stood up abruptly.

"Snow Veil!"

Fu Shenyuan strode out of the study, leaving Jiang Ranxing alone with unfinished words.

I finally managed to sit down calmly and talk about the divorce, but I was interrupted again.

Jiang Ranxing had no choice but to stand up and walk to the second-floor corridor to look down.

Fu Shenyuan was holding Lin Xuesha's hand, which seemed to have been burned, with a large red patch on the back of her hand.

Fu Shenyuan was anxiously instructing the housekeeper to bring Dr. Zhao over and to have someone bring ice water to cool down Lin Xuesha's hands.

Jiang Ranxing watched all of this calmly from upstairs.

She had no desire to watch the same old drama a second time.

Turning around, Jiang Ranxing went back to his room on the third floor.

Jiang Ranxing turned on his computer again to look at the documents when there was another knock on the door.

"Who?" Jiang Ranxing asked, pressing his aching temples.

"Mommy, it's me." A child's innocent voice rang out from outside the door.

Jiang Ranxing realized it was Fu Xingyi, so she said, "Yiyi, come in."

The nanny opened the door for Fu Xingyi, and Fu Xingyi walked into the guest room and saw Jiang Ranxing sitting by the window looking at the computer.

"Mom, what are you doing? Working?"

Jiang Ranxing nodded.

Fu Xingyi found it somewhat strange, since Jiang Ranxing hadn't worked during the few years he had clear memories of.

"Mom, how come you suddenly have a job? Are you going to work at Dad's company?"

According to Fu Xingyi's understanding, since his mother doesn't work and his father does, his mother can only rely on his father.

Jiang Ranxing shook his head this time and said, "No, Mom doesn't work for Dad."

"Oh?" Fu Xingyi was a little puzzled. He walked over to Jiang Ranxing and glanced at the computer screen.

The screen was filled with texts that he couldn't understand at his age, including both English and Chinese.

"Mom, you speak English too? That's amazing!"

Jiang Ranxing realized what he was talking about, glanced at the document on the screen that was a mix of Chinese and English, and mostly contained technical terms.

She didn't realize there was anything to be proud of in being able to understand the document.

"Mom only knows a little bit, not much." Jiang Ranxing didn't plan to say too much to the child, after all, these were adult matters.

Fu Xingyi didn't dwell on it and continued to ask, "So, Mom, what does your job do? I don't know."

Jiang Ranxing thought for a moment and then said, "Mom is just an ordinary office worker, nothing special."

"Oh, I see."

Fu Xingyi didn't really understand it, and he didn't come into contact with these things in his life.

Fu Xingyi slapped his head; he had almost forgotten that he had come upstairs to find Jiang Ranxing.

"Mom, I'm hungry and I feel a little dizzy."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ranxing felt a sudden pang of panic, realizing that Fu Xingyi might be experiencing low blood sugar.

She quickly went to the closet, took out her bag, and took out two candies. She gave one to Fu Xingyi to help raise his blood sugar.

She always kept candy in her bag, just in case Fu Xingyi had low blood sugar and had nothing to eat.

Seeing that Fu Xingyi had gradually regained his composure, she asked, "Didn't the chef cook for you?"

Fu Xingyi raised his little face and said, "The chef isn't here, Mom. Aunt Xue Sha said she would cook for Dad and me herself, so she asked the chef to leave first."

Jiang Ranxing frowned slightly, having a bad feeling.

"Aunt Xue Sha just got scalded by hot water and can't cook, Mom. Can you make me something to eat?"

After Fu Xingyi finished speaking, Jiang Ranxing instantly understood; it was still just Lin Xuesha's scheme.

Jiang Ranxing bent down and said to Fu Xingyi, "Mom isn't feeling well. Why don't you ask the nanny to make some food, or you and Dad can go out to eat..."

Jiang Ranxing was suddenly awakened by his own words.

If they could leave the villa, she might have a chance to leave on her own.

Jiang Ranxing said to Fu Xingyi, "How about Mom takes you out to eat? Let's go to your favorite Western restaurant."

Fu Xingyi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go ask Dad and Aunt Xuesha."

Jiang Ranxing nodded. After Fu Xingyi left, she packed up her necessary documents and other items, preparing to leave the villa soon.

However, after a while, Fu Xingyi returned with a miserable little face and said, "Mom, Dad said we have to wait for the doctor to come and check Aunt Xue Sha's burns, and he won't let us go out, but I'm so hungry."

As they were talking, Fu Xingyi started to cry and make a fuss.

Jiang Ranxing couldn't go against Fu Xingyi at this time, so she had to try to coax him first.

"Don't cry, Yiyi. Yiyi doesn't want to eat the nanny's cooking. How about Mommy makes it for you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xingyi was instantly overjoyed, nodding while sobbing.

"I want to eat fish maw chicken and garlic bok choy."

Jiang Ranxing nodded: "Okay, Mom will go make it for you now."

Fu Xingyi finally calmed down and pulled Jiang Ranxing downstairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Lin Xuesha was still leaning against Fu Shenyuan with tears in her eyes, seemingly very badly burned.

The two snuggled together, looking incredibly sweet.

Jiang Ranxing glanced at the two of them, then quickly looked away; she was no longer in the mood to care about them.

When Lin Xuesha saw her, she took the initiative to say, "Ranxing, are you going to cook? There are some vegetables I've chopped in the kitchen. You can continue cooking. Shen Yuan and I don't eat spicy food."

Lin Xuesha treated her like a servant and gave her orders.

In her eyes, Jiang Ranxing was only fit to be her servant.

Jiang Ranxing didn't say anything, but simply led Fu Xingyi straight to the kitchen.

She saw some chopped vegetables on the counter, and almost nothing else was done, so she knew that Lin Xuesha had just walked around the kitchen and didn't really intend to cook.

Jiang Ranxing found her petty tricks boring and disdainful.

She tied on an apron, took out the vegetables Fu Xingyi wanted to eat from the refrigerator, and prepared them on the cutting board.

"Yiyi, wait for Mom at the table. It will be ready soon."

Fu Xingyi nodded and sat down at the dining table to watch cartoons.

Jiang Ranxing, on the other hand, handled the ingredients with deft and efficient movements.

Before long, the fragrant dishes were ready, and Jiang Ranxing brought them to the table one by one.

Seeing this, Lin Xuesha pulled Fu Shenyuan to the dining table to prepare for dinner.

When she walked over, her expression changed, and she looked at Jiang Ranxing with a stiff expression.

"Burning Star, didn't you cook for us?"