Qiao Wanwan leaned back, crossed her arms, and glanced at him indifferently. "What, you're hiding a mistress so quickly? Are you afraid I'll see you and catch you cheating on your marriage, so you can't be here?"
Standing nearby, Zheng Ma couldn't help but speak up, "Madam, what nonsense are you talking about? Young Master isn't that kind of person!"
Zhan Jingting turned his head and gave Zheng Ma a cold look. "Get out of here."
Zheng Ma nodded hurriedly, "Yes."
“Aunt Zheng,” Qiao Wanwan called out to her, “I’m hungry, prepare dinner for me.”
Zheng Ma was delighted, "Yes."
Zhan Jingting: "......"
"Qiao Wanwan, can't you hear me?" The man frowned slightly. "I said, you're not welcome here."
"Whether you welcome me or not isn't up to you to decide," Qiao Wanwan smiled. "How about I call the police, show them my marriage certificate, and ask if I'm qualified to live here?"
Zhan Jingting: "......"
Qiao Wanwan ignored him and got up to go to the kitchen.
Zhan Jingting's hand tightened and loosened repeatedly, but he was ultimately helpless.
At dinner time, the dishes on the table were very plentiful.
Qiao Wanwan served herself a bowl of soup and drank it by herself, ignoring Zhan Jingting who was staring at her from the side.
Zhan Jingting sighed silently and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
"The soup is very good," Qiao Wanwan praised. "Aunt Zheng, tell the kitchen to use less pepper next time."
"Yes, Madam." Upon hearing that she meant she was moving back, Zheng Ma happily said, "I'll go change your sheets and blankets."
"OK."
Zhan Jingting: "......"
He ate his meal absentmindedly, and less than half an hour later, Qiao Wanwan put down her chopsticks and walked away haughtily.
Zhan Jingting also lost his appetite and called Jiang Dong over, "Keep a close eye on Lin Mo's every move. He is currently teaching at Imperial University. You need to arrange for people in the school to observe him secretly. We absolutely cannot allow him to have any opportunity to do anything detrimental to Wanwan."
"Yes, Master Zhan." Jiang Dong couldn't help but chuckle. "This is the first time I've seen you so helpless with someone."
Instead of getting angry, Zhan Jingting laughed, "Who told her to be who she is..."
Jiang Dong belatedly realized what was happening and immediately felt like he'd been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
That evening, Zhan Jingting returned to the master bedroom and saw Qiao Wanwan lying on the bed applying a face mask.
"Qiao Wanwan, are you going to sleep here?"
Qiao Wanwan played with her phone. "Otherwise what?"
Zhan Jingting sat in his wheelchair. "This is my room."
“Wrong, this is our bridal chamber,” Qiao Wanwan corrected. “So half of this room belongs to me. If you really don’t want to see me, you can leave.”
Zhan Jingting: "......"
Qiao Wanwan continued, "By the way, that woman from last time was quite nice, with big waves and a great figure. If you really can't resist, just invite her over to your house for some fun, so you don't have to run around in your wheelchair."
Zhan Jingting: "......"
Qiao Wanwan got up, removed the face mask from her face, casually threw it into the trash can, and walked straight into the bathroom without even glancing at him.
When she came out of the shower, Zhan Jingting was already lying on the sofa.
Qiao Wanwan went back to bed, lay down, and turned off the light.
The dark master bedroom fell silent; no one spoke.
In the darkness, both of them opened their eyes, each lost in their own thoughts.
Qiao Wanwan couldn't sleep at all and subconsciously turned over.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Jingting asked. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Qiao Wanwan replied sullenly.
"Wanwan, I'm so sorry..." Zhan Jingting said in a deep voice, "I know I made you sad, but I hope I'm still you."
"Of course I am who I am," Qiao Wanwan said coldly. "It's just that I am no longer the silly Qiao Wanwan I used to be. No one can hurt me anymore."
In the darkness, Zhan Jingting clenched his fists.
It was because he failed to protect her that she got hurt!
"Wanwan..."
"Go to sleep," Qiao Wanwan interrupted him. "I'm tired."
Zhan Jingting ultimately said nothing more.
......
The next day, Qiao Wanwan got up early and went to the gym to exercise for almost an hour, feeling refreshed.
She wiped her sweat with a towel as she went upstairs, and saw Zhan Jingting coming towards her.
The man stared at her sweaty neck, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
Qiao Wanwan glared at him, "You pervert!"
Zhan Jingting: "......"
"It's cold. Go take a shower and put on some clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Qiao Wanwan glared at him again, "Hypocrite!"
Zhan Jingting: "......"
When Qiao Wanwan came downstairs after taking a shower, Zhan Jingting was drinking coffee.
She sat down in her seat, and Zheng Ma immediately served her breakfast. "Madam, please have your meal."
"Thank you." Qiao Wanwan took a sip of her coffee. "It tastes good."
"I'm glad you like it. Coffee is refreshing and will definitely keep you alert in class today."
"Mmm." Qiao Wanwan was in a good mood. After eating and drinking her fill, she picked up her bag and prepared to go out.
"Wanwan," Zhan Jingting called out to her, "I'll take you there."
"No need," Qiao Wanwan said disdainfully. "I find you dirty."
Zhan Jingting: "......"
"So you slept in my bed last night."
"The things on the bed have been changed, and if I don't sleep in it, other women will. Why should I?"
Zhan Jingting sighed helplessly, "You complain that I'm dirty, but you still want to come back. Aren't you just being stubborn with yourself?"
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