Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Because Qi Weiran seemed to have taken some sort of potion by mistake, he, who used to come back only once a year, had been staying over frequently lately.

This meant Yi Qingju couldn't linger around the pig farm for too long. As the time for the kindergarten to let out approached, she had to rush to pick up Qi Xinian and return home.

Stepping inside with the little one, as expected, they caught sight of that figure with broad shoulders and a slim waist, currently being helped out of his suit jacket.

Upon hearing footsteps, Qi Weiran turned around.

"Sir, we're back," Yi Qingju said.

The little one slipped out of Yi Qingju's hand, pulled off his yellow cap, and ran over, bouncing with excitement. "Uncle, I'm back!"

Qi Weiran bent down to pat his head, lips curling slightly. "Hmm."Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Auntie Zhang emerged at this moment, smiling. "Sir, Madam, young master, come wash up and have dinner."

Yi Qingju sniffed.

[Great, it's pig trotters—]

Though her heart was leaping with joy, Yi Qingju still shyly smiled at Qi Weiran and offered, "Sir, let me help you wash up."

[Puppy love, until the inheritance is all yours]

[I promise to wash them cleaner than pig trotters,]

Watching Yi Qingju's eyes gleaming with excitement and focused on her hands, Qi Weiran remained silent for a moment.

Then, he nodded reservedly.

Clean enough to go in the pot.

The young girl, with her innocent cat-like eyes lowered, gently caressed her fingers, letting the clear water wash away the excess foam.

He could faintly smell the fragrance coming from the dining room and the tender voice of Qi Xinian from there.

All of these, together, resembled the concept of 'home' as Qi Weiran had read in books.

Looking at her slightly reddened fingertips, Qi Weiran spoke up, "That's enough."

Yi Qingju immediately stopped her actions.

"Alright."

[Don't worry, when you go to the western heaven, I'll wash them just as clean as now]

[Just practicing early]

Qi Weiran: "..."

Romance may die, but he couldn't.

"No need to wash in the future, I'll do it myself."

"Madam, it's almost time," Wan Sui's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"I'm coming," Yi Qingju grabbed her bag and left.

She was dressed too lightly. The moment Wan Sui saw her, he handed her the shawl he had prepared in advance. "It's windy outside, madam, be careful not to catch a cold."

Yi Qingju took it from him, smiling, "Wan Assistant's recent attitude really surprises me."

Facing her undisguised sarcasm, Wan Sui smiled without changing his expression, "Madam, you're exaggerating. This is what Mr. Qi asked me to give you."

Yi Qingju's eyebrows were about to reach the sky, looking incredulous.

On the car, a man lazily leaned his arm against the window. The silver ring on his hand was from the same series as Yi Qingju's necklace, making his fingers appear slender and captivating in the dim light.

"Sir," Yi Qingju called out.

Qi Weiran turned his head to glance at her, then nodded indifferently as usual.

But Wan Sui noticed that his gaze lingered on Yi Qingju's face for a second longer.

This was an unprecedented situation, Wan Sui's eyes under the lenses flashed.

Seemingly silent throughout the journey, but Qi Weiran actually listened to half an hour of complaints without feeling bored.

"Sir, we've arrived," Wan Sui's reminder sounded from the passenger seat.

Yi Qingju glanced outside for a moment, the flashing magnesium lights outside the dark car window reminded her of the banquet she attended with Qi Weiran just after they got married.

Just like this, under various lights and Qi Weiran's cold and impatient profile, because she wasn't used to wearing high heels, she accidentally—

Stepping on the long skirt of the girl in front, causing her elegant dress to transform into a shorter one, losing a piece of fabric against her will.

Qi Weiran, who had already exited the car, followed her words and recalled the incident.

Meanwhile, the journalists holding their cameras were secretly anticipating the appearance of Mrs. Qi.

"That year, her outstanding performance saved the day. Although Yi Qingju is not favored by Qi Weiran, her popularity is still considerable."

Someone sneered, "Who doesn't like a clown seeking attention? She earned so much criticism with her own efforts."

"Last time, when she stepped on the heiress's gown and tore it apart, you guys didn't see it. Qi Weiran's face turned dark, and he immediately left her behind."

"These elite families are not easy to get into..."

So, when Yi Qingju got out of the car, she was surprised to find Qi Weiran extending his hand like a gentleman as she descended.

"Thank you, Mr. Qi."

Enduring the flashing camera lights and inexplicable screams around her, Yi Qingju placed her hand in his, her face blushing slightly.

In the shadows, a pair of malicious eyes watched this scene with burning rage.

At the moment the two stepped onto the red carpet, a disheveled woman suddenly broke through the security, holding a paint bucket and splashed it onto Yi Qingju.

"Yi Qingju! You dare to marry him! Shameless wretch!!"