When Siwen was about to see Suman, Suman dodged sideways and hid behind a tree.
Siwen probably doesn’t know about her existence yet, nor does she know about Qiao Yingrui’s weird ideas.
Look at the shopping bags in her hands, they are all first-line brands.
Su Man smiled playfully. Qiao Yingrui didn't have much money left. He even used a credit card to rent her a house last time. With Siwen's spending this way, Qiao Yingrui wouldn't be too happy.
Thinking of this, Su Man's eyes moved slightly.
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As Su Man expected, when Siwen returned home, Qiao Yingrui saw the shopping bag in her hand and frowned instantly.
"You're back."
Siwen didn't notice Qiao Yingrui's mood and happily showed him the results of her shopping today. "Yes, the bag I liked yesterday is finally available today."
She put on a snakeskin bag and said, "Look, isn't it beautiful?"
In order not to worry Siwen, Qiao Yingrui did not mention his financial crisis before, but at the rate she was spending, he would go bankrupt sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yingrui couldn't help but ask, "How much is this bag?"
"It seems to be more than 20,000."
Siwen didn't mind it. After all, she used to spend money like this. In her opinion, this was the most normal thing.
However, what she didn't know was that people will change.
Over the years, Qiao Yingrui has become accustomed to Zhao Man's frugality, and it is inevitable that he will compare the two of them. But at the moment, it is obvious that Zhao Man has the upper hand.
Siwen looked at herself in the mirror for a long time and found Qiao Yingrui sitting behind her with a sullen face and not saying a word. She was a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't think this bag is suitable for you. Let's return it." Qiao Yingrui said.
Siwen naturally refused. "This is the item I had my eyes on yesterday. The salesgirl had a hard time getting it for me. How can I return it?"
As she spoke, Siwen's gaze towards Qiao Yingrui changed, "Are you reluctant to part with it? Do you think it's too expensive?"
"How could that be?"
Qiao Yingrui, who was too concerned about his reputation, denied it flatly, "This is not a matter of money. I just feel it's not suitable for you. If you like it, then stay."
After all, Siwen was the person he had studied for so many years, and he would not quarrel with her over these tens of thousands of dollars.
"That's more like it."
Siwen was happy. She leaned into his arms and drew circles on his chest with her index finger. "I've been gone for so long, and all my old clothes are gone. If I don't buy some new ones, what do you want me to wear? Nothing at all?"
Although her words were provocative, Qiao Yingrui's reaction was indifferent.
Siwen had just turned thirty when she disappeared, and now, five years later, her youth had long since faded. Furthermore, she had become quite haggard due to her previous serious injury, forming a stark contrast to Suman, who was still under thirty.
Just like first love, what remains in your memory must be the best side of the other person.
Even after more than ten or twenty years, whenever I think of it, I am still filled with melancholy and nostalgia.
But what if you were really allowed to meet him? A man with a big belly and a cigarette between his legs, or a woman who is no longer young and has gained weight, the beauty that once existed would slowly disappear.
Qiao Yingrui felt the same way towards Siwen. When the white moonlight in his memory returned to him, looking at her no longer firm belly, the scars left by the surgery, and the constantly declining number on her bank account, Qiao Yingrui's attitude towards her changed.
Facing the spoiled Siwen, Qiao Yingrui made a few perfunctory remarks. He then looked towards the darkened kitchen and asked, "Is dinner ready?"
"dinner?"
Siwen looked at herself in the mirror absentmindedly, "I thought you ate in the company cafeteria."
"The food at the company is too oily, and I feel sick after eating too much."
"Oh, then order the restaurant's food."
"I just didn't eat the food outside because I thought it was too greasy." Qiao Yingrui frowned.
Siwen didn't realize that Qiao Yingrui was hinting at her to cook, and she thought she was considerate and said, "Then let's go to a vegetarian restaurant. I ate there with my bestie yesterday and it was pretty good. Do you want to try it?"
Qiao Yingrui finally couldn't help it, "I want to eat home-cooked food."
"Home-cooked food? Didn't you say you didn't have a suitable babysitter recently? Let's wait until the babysitter is hired before eating."
It’s no wonder Siwen is slow. In her brain, there is no option of cooking at all.
Ever since she married Qiao Yingrui, they have hired a nanny to do all the housework.
In her opinion, a wife should provide emotional value, rather than doing laundry and cooking every day like a servant.
It’s true that Qiao Yingrui also agreed with this view before, but after living with Zhao Man for so many years, his thoughts have also changed.
In his current opinion, housework should be done by women. So when Siwen refused, he was very dissatisfied.
He said with a cold face, "Then I'll go out to eat."
After saying that, he slammed the door and left, leaving Siwen with a confused look on her face.
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Ding Dong
The doorbell rang.
This was the first time Qiao Yingrui visited Su Man since she moved.
When Siwen came back a few days ago, he almost forgot who Suman was, let alone coming to see her. But now, facing Siwen who didn't care about her family, he realized the good in Suman again.
Seeing that no one opened the door, Qiao Yingrui pressed the doorbell twice again, "Xiaoman, open the door."
This time there was finally movement inside, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.
Su Man inside was surprised to see him, "It's really you."
"Um."
Qiao Yingrui walked in boldly and sat on the sofa, impatiently saying, "Why are you taking so long to open the door?"
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