After Xian Mingyu left, Bai Xiaoruo sat down again.
That was close! I thought we'd been discovered.
"Young Madam, I cooked some noodles for you. You only drank half a bowl of soup, that's not enough for you." Aunt Qin came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of egg noodles.
The noodles smell delicious, and there are a few slices of specially pan-fried meat floating in the bowl.
"Thank you, Aunt Qin." Bai Xiaoruo picked up her chopsticks, took a noodle, blew on it to cool it down, and ate it in big bites.
It's so delicious. Maybe I was really starving. Plus, I was so tense just now, and now that I'm relaxed, I'm even hungrier.
Aunt Qin sighed helplessly, looking at Bai Xiaoruo with heartache, "Young Madam, why are you doing this to yourself? If the young master treats you badly, you can just tell the master and the old lady. But you always endure it yourself. Every time the master and the old lady come, you have to cover up for the young master. He never knows how good you are to him. Why bother?"
Bai Xiaoru finished the last bite of noodles and sipped the soup in her bowl. "Aunt Qin, don't say that. He and I are different after all. He's so busy with work, I should be more understanding of him. What's the point of tattling on him? That would only make him more tired."
"Sigh! I really can't argue with you, but young mistress, you have to find a way to keep the young master here. It's been three months and this is the first time he's come to eat here. He left in a hurry after he finished eating. The master and madam are also hoping to hold the grandson as soon as possible, but at this rate, when will you be able to have a baby?"
Bai Xiaoruo pursed her lips and remained silent.
Of course, Aunt Qin had no idea that Bai Xiaoruo and Xian Mingyu had never even been intimate. On the second day of their marriage, Bai Xiaoruo washed the sheets herself, afraid that Aunt Qin would find out anything.
However, what Aunt Qin said now makes sense.
Although her grandparents have now agreed not to rush into having a great-grandchild and to respect her opinion, they will still have to face it sooner or later if things continue like this.
But what could she offer to keep him? Her body? Or her face and her person?
Now we can only take it one step at a time...
***
That day, Bai Xiaoruo had just finished lunch and was about to go upstairs to lie down for a while when Aunt Qin received a phone call and hurriedly stopped Bai Xiaoruo.
"Young Madam, please wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" Bai Xiaoruo yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
"Um, the young master just called and asked me to bring lunch over, but he specifically asked for your seafood soup. I've never made it before and don't know how to make it. Could you please tell me how to make it, young mistress?"
"Lunch?" Bai Xiaoruo glanced at the swinging clock on the wall. It was already past one in the afternoon. Even if it was delivered as quickly as possible, it would take until two or three o'clock. Wouldn't he be hungry for a long time?
Why is he eating lunch so late? It's so irregular, it's really bad for his health.
"Aunt Qin, why don't I do it? I'll deliver it to him when I'm done. You can go and rest. Just give me his company address."
"this......"
"Aunt Qin, didn't you say you hoped I could spend more time with him? Don't worry, I promise I won't be late and won't let him go hungry for too long."
"Oh dear! Young mistress, that's not what I meant at all. You are the young mistress, how could I trouble you with such a small matter as running errands?"
“Aunt Qin, this is the first time he has specifically asked for my seafood soup. If I ask someone else to make it, it won’t reflect my sincerity at all. Alright, you should go back and rest. Leave the rest to me.”
"Well... well, okay, okay."
Aunt Qin brought over a piece of paper, wrote down the company address of Qingxian Group and the floor of Xian Mingyu's office in detail, put it on the table, and then went back to her room.
As usual, Bai Xiaoruo carefully processed each seafood, then diligently simmered soup, and stir-fried some home-style dishes that Xuan Mingyu had eaten here last time, carefully placing them into the bento box.
Before leaving, she tidied herself up.
To avoid him noticing, she changed into a simple white short-sleeved shirt, light-colored jeans, and casual sneakers.
Her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her black-rimmed glasses remained unchanged.
She didn't bother Uncle Chen to take her there, afraid that people would think she was someone special. Instead, she carried a small backpack, a lunchbox, and a note, and went straight to hail a taxi.
After nearly an hour's drive, we finally arrived safely at the Qingxian Group.
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