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Chapter 500: Chapter 503 Zheng Hong Gets Angry_1
Outside, Tan Zhenghong walked a great distance in one breath before finally stopping.
"Are you still my wife?" Tan Zhenghong asked cautiously.
"Eh, Uncle, do you have any candy?" Qiao Duo’er asked, tilting her head, looking utterly foolish.
She didn’t even need to pretend deliberately, as this expression was deeply engraved in her mind, for the original body had spent almost a lifetime with it. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
In that instant, Tan Zhenghong’s heart sank to the bottom, his eyes filled with panic.
This wasn’t Qiao Duo’er, not his wife!
Could it be that his wife had truly been driven away by the Water Talisman Paper? What meaning was left in his life then?
Seeing the predicament, Qiao Duo’er quickly said, "Husband, don’t scare me. Yun Xu is just fooling around with superstitions, how can you believe him?"
She forgot that Tan Zhenghong was a man of ancient times, inherently a little superstitious, and given his concern had turned into chaos, it wasn’t surprising that he took it seriously.
Tan Zhenghong stared intently at Qiao Duo’er, and only when he saw those lively eyes did he finally relax.
"Qiao Duo’er, you bully me as much as you want just because I care about you! Scare me to death, then see who else will love you the way I do!"
Tan Zhenghong growled.
"Are you angry?" asked Qiao Duo’er weakly.
Tan Zhenghong continued walking by himself, refusing to pay Qiao Duo’er any mind.
When he saw Qiao Duo’er’s silly demeanor, he felt as if he had lost half his life to fright; not beating her up right now was already the extent of his rationality.
Just now, he thought he saw the Silly Sister from their wedding night. Even though her face was the same, her demeanor was identical.
Touching her nose, Qiao Duo’er considered how to get Tan Zhenghong really angry. What should she do?
It had always been him comforting her when she was upset. Was she supposed to lose her dignity like Tan Zhenghong now?
Qiao Duo’er gritted her teeth; this was somewhat difficult.
She had few flaws, but her pride was one; she would rather die than say those cheesy phrases.
As she walked, lost in thought, her pace slowed considerably, and she didn’t notice she had fallen far behind Tan Zhenghong.
And Tan Zhenghong, not receiving the comfort he longed for, was almost internally injured by his anger.
Did Qiao Duo’er care so little about him?
Or perhaps she preferred that more advanced and convenient world. After all, she grew up there, a place with many things he couldn’t even imagine, and the carefree life that Qiao Duo longed for.
Tan Zhenghong found himself stuck in a dead-end and couldn’t find his way out.
When Qiao Duo’er arrived home, breakfast was already laid out on the table, but Tan Zhenghong had vanished without a trace.
Surely a grown man wouldn’t have run away from home.
Still, Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but look around. Sure enough, there he was, sitting in the study, practicing his calligraphy with a white bun in his left hand.
She wondered how that white bun ended up with him; he bit into it fiercely, as if he was eating the flesh of an enemy.
"Husband, won’t you have breakfast with me?" asked Qiao Duo’er, her face all smiles.
But when no one answered after a long wait, oh momma, how embarrassing!
Pouting her lips, Qiao Duo’er thickened her skin and said, "You can’t concentrate on two things at once, eat first then practice your writing. Otherwise, you won’t be good at either."
Tan Zhenghong put the bun aside, signaling he wouldn’t eat it.
Qiao Duo’er rolled her eyes, she was already being shameless, and yet that someone remained unapproachable; she was done too!
"Fat Fat, Fatty, from now on, it’s just us relying on each other," Qiao Duo’er said, patting the heads of the two big dogs, suddenly feeling a sense of desolation washing over her.
In this strange world, all she had left were two dogs. Poor child.
