Just because Xie Huaqing is more talented, more beautiful, and seems a better match for Shi Hao, does that mean that this plain-looking woman should give way to Xie Huaqing? Does being with the handsome and talented Shi Hao make her feel like she's wronging Shi Hao, harming Xie Huaqing, and being the biggest scoundrel in the world?
This makes no sense!
The original owner didn't have many wishes; she simply wanted a quick and clean divorce from Shi Haoshuan to ensure her reputation was spotless. As for revenge against Xie Huaqing and Shi Hao, or other acts of vengeance, that was up to Ji Xiaoxiao; whether she did it or not was irrelevant to the original owner.
Ji Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, and her stomach started rumbling.
"I'm so hungry," Ji Xiaoxiao murmured.
Stepping off the sofa and barefoot onto the cold floor tiles, Ji Xiaoxiao shivered, her mind clearing slightly.
Outside the window, the night was dim, and the leaves of a few unidentified shrubs swayed in the wind.
It was a bit chilly. Ji Xiaoxiao exhaled a puff of white breath and rubbed her hands together to generate heat.
Cold and hungry, Ji Xiaoxiao strongly suspected that the person the original owner married was not a scion of a wealthy family, but a good-for-nothing man who worked from five to nine and had recently lost his job.
Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes were somewhat cold; Shi Hao had never regarded the original owner as his wife.
The enormous villa had no servants to help; the original owner had to clean it from top to bottom, working two or four hours a day without rest. During this time, she also had to rack her brains to prepare exquisite, delicious, and nutritionally balanced meals. All in all, Shi Hao was treating the original owner like a free servant.
"He treats you like a servant, so why should you treat him sincerely?" Ji Xiaoxiao shrugged; after all, she was a believer in egoism.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, there was a foldable fly cover on the table, inside which were several plates of cold dishes. Ji Xiaoxiao glanced over and saw the aroma wafting from the clay pot on the stove—the aroma of chicken soup.
Glug!
Ji Xiaoxiao heated up the food and sat in the dining room, engrossed in eating.
You can't let yourself suffer; a woman should treat herself well. Clearly, the original owner didn't understand this principle. Worried about Shi Hao, she lost her appetite and waited for him to return before eating dinner together. Lunch was around noon, and dinner was around nine or ten at night; no wonder she woke up starving, dizzy, and weak in the legs.
After taking a sip of the hot drink, Ji Xiaoxiao felt warm and comfortable, and let out a sigh of relief.
She transmigrated at the perfect time, just as Shi Hao's family company was facing a crisis. Recently, Shi Hao had been working tirelessly, leaving early and returning late, his feet constantly on the ground, completely dependent on the original owner's attentive care. This allowed him to handle the company's various affairs with boundless energy every day. It could be said that without the original owner's silent support, it's uncertain whether Shi Hao could have turned the tide.
See how important it is to marry a good wife!
Ji Xiaoxiao curled her lips. Shi Hao was a scumbag; she shouldn't expect him to serve her.
After eating and drinking her fill, Ji Xiaoxiao glanced at the leftovers on the table. She didn't intend to waste them; she would leave them for Shi Hao. Waste solves waste, right?
It's 10:30 p.m.
Shi Hao stood outside the door and knocked on it. After waiting for a moment, Xie Baoqing didn't come to open the door and welcome him in. Shi Hao's already furrowed brows deepened, and he angrily took out his key and opened the door. He turned around and looked around. The living room was empty, and the dining room was littered with leftovers, which made him feel nauseous.
"Thank you, Baoqing," Shi Hao said indignantly.
He regretted marrying this woman. Recalling Xie Huaqing's charm and thoughtfulness last night, Shi Hao's remorse intensified.
Dudududu!
Shi Hao rubbed his stomach; he was hungry.
Walking towards the restaurant, Shi Hao avoided the tables and went straight to the stove, his aim the black clay pot. Xie Baoqing wasn't good at anything, but when it came to making soup, Shi Hao had to admit he deserved praise. He had drunk countless delicious soups, but none could compare to the ones Xie Baoqing personally prepared.
With great joy, I lifted the lid of the pot, and inside the casserole...
"Xie Baoqing, Xie Baoqing."
He was busy working outside and not having a good time, and when he got home he couldn't even get a hot soup from Hekou. Shi Hao was instantly furious.
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