Chapter 41 Jin Qingyu's good things are too expensive; she can't afford them.
Qin Jiangnan had considered that his vague response to Assistant Xu that day would arouse Jin Qingyu's suspicion, but he didn't expect everything to happen so quickly.
Under Jin Qingyu's probing gaze, Qin Jiangnan's pupils flickered slightly. He didn't deny it, nodding casually, "I did find someone. Why does Brother Qingyu still have the mind to care about my affairs?"
As he spoke, Qin Jiangnan's fingers felt a little uneasy, and cold sweat seeped from his palms.
He couldn't help but worry that Jin Qingyu would ask for details.
If that's the case, he really doesn't know where to find a girlfriend to deal with.
After a brief stalemate, Qin Jiangnan heard Jin Qingyu ask again, "If your girlfriend gets angry with you, how do you appease her?"
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed.
But for some reason, Qin Jiangnan felt that deep inside, there were wisps of unfamiliar emotions slowly creeping up.
Qin Jiangnan forced himself to remain calm and said, "Coax? You know I'm not good at coaxing people, but women just like flowers and bags, why don't you give it a try?"
Jin Qingyu frowned; he felt that Qin Jiangnan was being perfunctory.
But then he noticed Qin Jiangnan's motorcycle outfit out of the corner of his eye, and he understood something.
Qin Jiangnan's personality suggests he really doesn't know how to coax people.
Jin Qingyu didn't say anything more to Qin Jiangnan. After leaving the hospital, he called Assistant Xu.
Jiang Xingyao heard the knocking on the door while she was preparing dinner.
She thought it was Ji Yunyin, but when she opened the door, she saw Jin Qingyu standing at the door.
The man held a bunch of red roses in his hands, and their faint fragrance filled the corridor.
Since they had already run into each other, Jiang Xingyao knew that Jin Qingyu would find her sooner or later, so she wasn't surprised to see the man standing at the door.
Jiang Xingyao immediately tried to close the door, but Jin Qingyu stopped her with his hand.
He forced his way in, glanced around the room, and looking at the not-so-large but rather cozy space, he felt a slight sense of relief.
It turns out that during the time she was hiding from him, Yao Yao had been living here all by herself.
There was no one else.
His gaze shifted again, and he saw a bowl of plain noodles on the table. He frowned slightly: "You're going to eat this?"
It was obvious, and Jiang Xingyao didn't want to answer.
Jin Qingyu placed the flowers on the table and then turned and went into the kitchen.
Jiang Xingyao followed her in.
She had only moved into the house recently and hadn't really settled in yet.
The kitchen was completely empty.
There was only some simple rice and noodles, which Xu Feifei brought last time; as for vegetables, there wasn't a single one.
Jiang Xingyao wasn't very good at cooking. She had planned to get some takeout today, but running into Jin Qingyu ruined her mood, so she forgot about it and just cooked a bowl of noodles.
Jin Qingyu searched the kitchen but found nothing. He looked at Jiang Xingyao with a strange expression: "Is this how Mrs. Jin usually takes care of herself?"
"What's it to you?" Jiang Xingyao retorted. "My affairs are none of your concern, Mr. Jin. If you're here to sign the divorce papers, I'd be more than happy to welcome you. If not, please leave."
Before they could exchange more than three sentences, she brought up divorce again.
Jin Qingyu ignored her words, but made a phone call in front of her to have some ingredients delivered.
Assistant Xu handed the items to Jin Qingyu and left.
Ignoring Jiang Xingyao's cold face, Jin Qingyu went back to the kitchen and filled the empty refrigerator with ingredients, instantly giving the kitchen a more lively atmosphere.
Jiang Xingyao leaned against the doorway, watching his busy figure.
The kitchen in the single apartment was small, and at 1.88 meters tall, he felt a bit cramped and out of place inside.
Jiang Xingyao asked, "How long do you plan to keep up this act?"
"Go outside and sit for a while, the food will be ready soon." Jin Qingyu pretended not to hear her barbed words.
Jiang Xingyao didn't leave: "Jin Qingyu, what are you doing now? Is this your so-called compensation?"
“No,” Jin Qingyu said. “Yaoyao, you don’t need to be so wary of me. It’s normal for a husband to cook a meal for his wife, isn’t it?”
It's normal, but it's not normal for someone as busy as Mr. Jin.
Jiang Xingyao immediately thought of the bowl of noodles Jin Qingyu had prepared for her before they decided to go to Hong Kong.
My first reaction was endless fear.
She said, "Jin Qingyu, I really have nothing left. You can't get anything from me either, so please let me go."
The moment he opened his mouth, his voice trembled endlessly.
Jiang Xingyao steadied herself by gently gripping the door frame with her fingers.
Jin Qingyu's hand froze.
He belatedly realized something: "Yaoyao, don't overthink it, I..."
"Jin Qingyu, what do you want in order to let me go?" Jiang Xingyao asked again.
His movements froze, and his finger was cut by the kitchen knife, blood gushing out, but Jin Qingyu seemed not to feel any pain.
His whole body was a little stiff.
He was even a little afraid to turn around and look into Jiang Xingyao's eyes. He was afraid to see her defeated appearance and the disgust in her eyes.
Jiang Xingyao then said, "Please give me a definite answer, when can I sign?"
She stopped being hysterical and spoke in a soft, calm voice, as if she were talking about something trivial.
But Jin Qingyu's heart suddenly tightened upon hearing this.
The house was quiet except for the bubbling of the porridge on the stove.
"I don't want to sign." Just when Jiang Xingyao thought that Jin Qingyu still wouldn't speak, he suddenly spoke.
The porridge was ladled into a bowl.
Vegetable and pork liver porridge is the kind that Aunt Lin in Xiyuan most often makes for Jiang Xingyao.
In addition to the porridge, he also cooked two other home-style dishes and served them on the table.
The chopsticks were forcibly shoved into Jiang Xingyao's hand, and Jin Qingyu said, "Let's eat first."
Jiang Xingyao remained motionless, staring intently at him.
Jin Qingyu put some food into her bowl: "These are all your favorite foods. I specifically asked Aunt Lin how to make the porridge, so you should like it. Try it."
"What exactly do you want from me?" Jiang Xingyao stared into Jin Qingyu's eyes.
"Yaoyao." This time Jin Qingyu didn't dodge. "I don't want anything, I just want my wife to come home with me."
The man was handsome, and when he looked at Jiang Xingyao intently, his usually deep and indifferent eyes seemed to hold a deep and unyielding affection.
It's as if she's really important to him.
But Jiang Xingyao knew that it was all an illusion.
She said, "Don't say things like that, it's disgusting."
Jin Qingyu didn't say anything more, and pushed the porridge towards Jiang Xingyao again.
The atmosphere remained deadlocked.
Jiang Xingyao couldn't reach an agreement with him, so she simply ignored him.
After an awkward meal, Jin Qingyu pulled out a bag of preserved plums from somewhere and stuffed it into Jiang Xingyao's hand: "Aunt Lin said you've been craving sour things lately. This is what I just had Assistant Xu bring. If you don't want to go back to Xiyuan, I'll bring you some dried apricots that Aunt Lin made next time you come."
Jiang Xingyao was really annoyed by Jin Qingyu's selective avoidance of the problem.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go back to Xiyuan; she just didn't want to see the person in front of her.
Knowing that she couldn't reason with her today, Jiang Xingyao casually tossed the preserved plums onto the table and went back to her bedroom.
She locked the door, but heard a constant clanging noise coming from the living room, which didn't stop until very late.
When she woke up again in the morning, Jin Qingyu was no longer there. The breakfast on the table was still warm, and the bouquet of red roses had been prepared by him, placed in a vase, and placed in the very center of the table.
The living room and kitchen had been cleaned and everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
Last night, Jin Qingyu seemed to have done everything a normal husband would do.
But Jiang Xingyao felt no joy whatsoever.
Jin Qingyu's kindness comes with a price, and that price was too high for her to pay a second time.
Jiang Xingyao threw the roses on the table, along with the vase, into the trash can, just like the rose vines that were crushed on the ground in Wangshan Manor that night.
…
The CEO's Office, Jin's Building.
Assistant Xu had lost count of how many times he had called Jin Qingyu.
Mr. Jin is usually meticulous in his work. He has been by Mr. Jin's side for so many years and has never seen Mr. Jin so distracted as he is today.
Assistant Xu asked, "Mr. Jin, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go and rest for a while?"
"Assistant Xu, what do you think I should do to appease my wife?"
"This..." Assistant Xu was stumped by the question.
It wasn't just because he wasn't very familiar with matters of the heart, but also because he didn't know his wife at all.
He thought that if President Jin asked how to appease Secretary Jiang, he could give an answer quickly, but if it was his wife…
Assistant Xu shook his head.
But seeing the CEO's somewhat cold expression, he tentatively said, "No matter what, the right medicine is always the best medicine. You should start from where your wife's heart is troubled, and that should be effective."
He said it casually, but the next moment, he saw his boss stand up excitedly and rush out the door without giving him a chance to react.
Just as Assistant Xu was hesitating about whether to follow, his phone rang and made the decision for him. It was Jiang Cancan calling.
…
In the evening, Jin Qingyu came to the apartment again.
This time, Jiang Xingyao had learned from experience and simply didn't open the door for him.
The man knocked on the door for a long time before stopping.
Jiang Xingyao thought he had left.
But to her surprise, the next morning, when she got up to go out to throw out the trash, she saw a man leaning against the door as soon as she opened it.
He must have been up all night, his face was haggard and his eyes were tired. As soon as he saw Jiang Xingyao, he grabbed her wrist and said, "Come on, Yaoyao, I'll take you somewhere."
Without giving Jiang Xingyao any room to resist, he simply dragged her downstairs.
“If it weren’t for the Civil Affairs Bureau, I don’t think I would be interested,” Jiang Xingyao said as she was being shoved into the car.
"No, you'll definitely be interested, trust me, Yao Yao." Jin Qingyu's confident voice, accompanied by the sound of the car engine starting, hit Jiang Xingyao's ears.
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