NOVPUBChapter 206: 206, this pot of porridge is for you.
Chapter 206: 206, this pot of porridge is for you.
Song Qinghuan ran to the bathroom, stood under the shower, and let the stream of water cascading over her body.
As she stood under the water, she kept wondering if anything had happened between she and Shi Yuhuan. It was the several time of uncertainty, but she still had no sense of it.
Did something happen, or didn’t it?
It’s so annoying, could she just act like nothing had ever happened, whether it did or didn’t?
She didn’t know how much time had passed. Someone knocked on the bathroom door. She ignored it because she knew the only one who would knock was Shi Yuhuan.
Time, like the water from the shower, flowed away endlessly from her fingertips.
Soon, Song Qinghuan felt as though she hadn’t been in the shower for very long, but looking at the clock, half an hour had already passed.
By the time she changed her clothes, tidied up, and was ready to go downstairs, almost an hour had already passed.
When she went to put her phone in her purse, she was shocked to find that her phone was gone. In its place, on the bedside table, was the luxurious phone that Shi Yuhuan had given her.
With a frown, Song Qinghuan picked up the phone and quickly went downstairs, avoiding an encounter with Shi Yuhuan was the reason of her stalling.
She thought she wouldn’t see Shi Yuhuan when she hurriedly went downstairs, but he was sitting at the dining table in the living room, reading the morning paper as usual.
Song Qinghuan placed the phone in front of him and said, “Here’s your phone back that you gave me. Give me my phone.”
A dangerous smirk flickered across Shi Yuhuan’s lips. He looked at Song Qinghuan without saying a word.
The next second, he grabbed the phone and threw it straight into the trash bin next to him.
Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened in shock. Her raised voice was full of terror, “What are you doing? This phone costs nearly a hundred thousand yuan!”
“Unwanted things have nothing to do with price. They should be thrown in the trash.” Shi Yuhuan shrugged nonchalantly.
Song Qinghuan was speechless.
She took a few deep breaths, waved her hand to fan away her rising anger, ignored the nearly hundred-thousand-yuan-priced phone thrown into the trash, and stared at Shi Yuhuan, asking, “Where’s my phone?”
“Your phone is your phone, shouldn’t you be the one to know where it is?” Shi Yuhuan, with his wicked pride, laughed at Song Qinghuan’s stupid expression.
Song Qinghuan didn’t know what to say. She tried hard to tell herself not to get angry.
She sat down at the table, intending to drink some milk to calm herself down, but was startled to find that the breakfast was different than usual, a small pot of porridge and a pair of chopsticks were set besides only a cup of coffee in front of Shi Yuhuan.
Just as she was wondering what was going on with breakfast, and glancing towards the kitchen to ask the housemaid, Shi Yuhuan put down the newspaper and pushed the porridge towards her.
Then, in an arrogant fashion, he said, “Don’t look, the housemaid’s gone. She didn’t make your breakfast. This porridge is for you!”
What? The housemaid just left and didn’t prepare her breakfast? That couldn’t be! Why would this happen?
Song Qinghuan thought it must be Shi Yuhuan’s doing, deliberately starving her by not making her breakfast.
Porridge is fine. Porridge is good. Drinking porridge in the morning is beneficial to health.
With these resentful thoughts, she grabbed the spoon and served herself a bowl of porridge. After a sip, she stuck out her tongue in surprise and exclaimed, “Oh god, how can this taste so horrible!”
