NOVPUBChapter 207: 207, The heart, it can’t self-control 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Chapter 207: 207, The heart, it can’t self-control
Shi Yuhuan looked at her with a cold, regal demeanor. He said sarcastically, “Disgusting, isn’t it? It’s supposed to be.”
Surprised, Song Qinghuan put down her bowl. “What do you mean?”
Yuhuan said indifferently, “This is your responsibility towards me in the future. Whatever I don’t want to eat, drink, or do, you will handle it. If it’s not disgusting, how would I possibly let you eat it?”
Barely stopping herself from spitting it out, Qinghuan insisted, “Did you make this porridge?”
He quickly denied, “No way.”
Puffing her cheeks, Qinghuan replied defiantly, “It must be your cooking.”
“Don’t be naive!” Yuhuan’s chilly voice resounded again, sending shivers down her spine like a bone-chilling wind: “Me, cooking? Keep dreaming.”
Overwhelmed, Qinghuan demanded, “Then why is it so awful? Aunt He can’t make something this bad.”
“I purposely had her make it taste bad. It’s your punishment for not coming home for a long time. Remember to finish it all. Otherwise, next time it’ll taste even worse!” With that, Yuhuan stood up, slammed the door, and left.
Enraged, Qinghuan lashed out at the door Yuhuan had slammed shut.
Horrible man! May you forget your keys when you go out.
Deliberately having Aunt He make it so unpalatable, expecting her to finish the whole thing.
No doors, no windows, not even a dog hole…p>
Ignoring the porridge on the table, Qinghuan took the bowl she’d eaten from and stood up to take it to the kitchen.
Never having expected what she saw there, she got quite a shock.
My God, what happened to the kitchen! The stove looked as if it had exploded. It was a complete mess.
“Was… This place robbed?” she exclaimed, looking at the chaotic kitchen, turning to gaze again at the door Yuhuan had slammed shut.
Suddenly, it clicked in her head, and she burst into uncontrolled laughter.
If she guessed right, Aunt He didn’t come to the villa today, and Yuhuan tried to make breakfast himself. The end result – the porridge was burnt and tasted awful, and the kitchen was a mess, like a post-world-war scene.
Just cooking porridge, and you’ve turned the kitchen into a pigsty, she laughed at the thought.
But then again, who was he trying to make porridge for? Himself or her?
Originally intending only to leave the bowl, Qinghuan pondered for a moment, then returned to the table, and slowly started to eat the porridge.
Actually, it wasn’t that bad, just a bit scorched.
She glanced over at the phone that had been thrown away in the rubbish bin. While eating, Qinghuan stood up and grabbed it.
Money really does make one capricious. How can he just throw away a nearly hundred thousand yuan phone?!
Well, since he doesn’t want it anymore, she’ll just treat it as found money.
Yes, from now on, this phone is something she found, not his gift.
Sighing, her thoughts made Qinghuan feel restless all over again.
She decided she would thoroughly hate Yuhuan. So why had she suddenly felt unable to hate him at all?
She had already agreed to Zhan Cheng to be his girlfriend in two years; thus she should have feelings for Zhan Cheng.
But on the day she said yes, she betrayed him, having an inappropriate affair with Yuhuan.
Will Zhan Cheng despise her once he knows?
She doesn’t know how to face Zhan Cheng, so when he called to invite her to dinner, she acted like an ostrich and decided to avoid him.
