C8 Pretend to Love You 3

That day, Yih Xiangxi came back early.

He spread out his hands, fished out a few sheets, and handed them over. Qiao Xiaomai took it and looked at it, as if she had swallowed a tranquilizer. It was a bill to pay for her father, and there was no lie in it.

He dialed the number on his cell phone and handed it to her.

The person who answered the phone was his father's Aunt Jin. Aunt Jin had been an old friend of hers for nearly 20 years. She was a completely trustworthy person. Aunt Jin repeatedly congratulated her on her happy marriage, said that the Jiang Family people were very responsible, arranged for someone to pay a treatment fee of half a month's advance, and even gave her a generous tip, telling Xiaomai not to worry. Then Aunt Jin gave her father the phone. From the sound of it, the father was calm and well, and he thought the newlyweds were out on their honeymoon and told his daughter to have a good time. In the end, he even laughed and sighed, saying that his daughter finally had a good home.

Qiao Xiaomai forced a smile on her face. She was glad that her father didn't know the truth.

After hanging up, she returned the phone to Yih Xiangxi and saw his thoughtful expression.

She looked at the bill again and asked, "Why don't you pay the two months' fee together?"

He lightly tapped her forehead and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Greedy woman, if I pay the bill right now, wouldn't you try to escape?"

The gesture was so intimate that Qiao Xiaomai said slowly, "You know, for the sake of money, I will never leave."

He couldn't even chase them away!

On a whim, not only was he unable to take revenge, but he was also unable to save his father's life. He was like a gambler who had lost to the point where he had no chips left. He might as well bet on himself. He would never stop until his body was smashed into smithereens.

Yih Xiangxi walked straight to the dining room. He seemed to be surprised to see a few delicate dishes on the table.

"Xiaomai, you did this?"

She carelessly said, "You spend money, and I will do my duty. Yih Xiangxi, stop playing tricks on us. "

"Looks like it's quite tasty."

"Didn't you, Master Yih, investigate me thoroughly? "Don't you know that in order to marry into a rich and powerful family, I once trained hard in culinary arts …"

"You called me Master Yih? "Hahaha, not bad, not bad …" He took a deep breath and smelled the fragrance exuding from the dishes on the table. "Heh, it's really fragrant. Xiaomai, your cooking skills are quite good."

"Be careful of the saliva."

He laughed out loud. "Let alone drooling, I even recognized the poison. Even if I were to die from peony blossom [1], being a ghost would still be an easy thing to do."

This time, he ate three big bowls of rice and swept all the dishes on the table clean.

Qiao Xiaomai cleaned up the table and returned. When she saw him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and resting, she mustered her courage and said, "I want to go to work …"

He held her hand and pulled her into his embrace. Her entire body was soft and warm as she fell into his embrace. He held her in his arms quietly, very comfortable.

"I need to go to work …"

His face was close to hers, and he was enjoying his smooth, delicate skin. The two of them were very intimate, "Shhh …" Xiaomai, don't push your luck too far … "You must stay here and not leave for even a single step …"

"I'm not a prisoner!"

He stroked her soft hair, breathing in the clean, sweet scent of her body. "You can read and cook, and time passes so quickly, just two months, it's not really that important whether you go out or not, is it?"

She could not say yes or no, because his lips had completely blocked her … This time, it was no longer tearing and biting, but a gentle, bewitching sensation.

She stopped fighting because she had spoken to her father on the phone.

But he did not continue, slowly releasing her.

"I want to go out …"

"What are you doing out there?"

His tone was abnormally gentle, "Look, ever since the divorce, every single person in Jiang Family would like nothing more than to kill you. Friends and relatives despise you too... If they saw you, how would you explain it? Why don't we hide out for the next two months and not see anyone … "When things calm down, they won't talk about you anymore …"

That's true.

No matter how powerful the gossip was, it would get tired of being talked about over and over again over time.

"Xiaomai, I'm doing this for your own good. Two months later, the rain stopped. Now that you're with me, I have more or less to consider for you, don't I? "

She doubted it. Of course he wouldn't believe it. How could someone who has caused you so much harm truly consider for you?

However, she didn't have any countermeasure at the moment, so she could only pretend to believe it.

"There are a lot of things to do tonight, so I need to work overtime. "Xiaomai, watch the TV yourself."

He kissed her on the lips, really, intimately.

Before Qiao Xiaomai could ask any further, he had already got up and went to work in the study on the second floor. He turned out to be a workaholic. But up until now, Qiao Xiaomai didn't know how he'd made his fortune. Was it a child from a Venerable family or did he start from scratch? Was the family really as he said?

If he was really an orphan, how did he carve out a path of blood in this difficult time when he had no background?

In her eyes, Yih Xiangxi was a complete mystery. She couldn't see through him at all. On the contrary, she was a transparent person. Every inch of her bones was exposed in front of him.

She wasn't willing to accept this. How could he continue to fight with such a disparity in strength?

She tried to follow him, to get to know him better, but his study was locked and there was no window to peer through.

In this spacious room, only two rooms were locked. There was one on the ground floor, and the other was the study.

He had his world, and there was no time to pry.

His secrets, she guessed, were in these two rooms.

One day, he would smash these two rooms apart and take a closer look at them.

There was also a study with a bedroom on the third floor.

This room was always open.

In his large study Qiao Xiaomai saw rows upon rows of books on finance, architecture, landscape design, and so on. It was hard for her to imagine the history of his origins, but without a computer or search, he had apparently hidden all his communication tools to sever all contact with the outside world.

Everything was in vain. She could only wait for the days to pass and unravel the mystery. Two months, sixty days. It could be said to be neither long nor short, and it would easily pass.

Fortunately, there were many other books in the study. She saw rows upon rows of comic books and a complete collection of Ginkou. Except for her daily breakfast, she was in the study.

Those who didn't know her well would think that she was his hidden trump card.

One day, Yih Xiangxi came back early.

There was no trace of Qiao Xiaomai.

He went up to the second floor. There was no one in the study.

Only giggles came from the attic. Stunned, he crept closer. The door was open and Xiaomai was sitting barefoot on a high-backed chair, holding a book in her hands. She laughed out loud when she saw her happiness.

The golden rays of the sun shone through the cracks in the window, illuminating her rosy cheeks and making her appear even whiter and richer. Her long black hair hung down to her shoulders. There wasn't even the slightest bit of makeup on, making her look natural and pure.

In this world of curly yellow hair, it was rare to see such natural straight black hair. In fact, he had never seen a woman with such beautiful feet. They were snow-white, slender, and did not have the deformed and callused look of a beauty who was used to wearing high heels.

It was no wonder that the picky Madam Jiang would accept her as a daughter-in-law – in terms of personality and beauty, she was completely in line with the expectations of her elders.

When she smiled, her mischievous little canine teeth made her face look inelegant, but it was lively and lively like a little child.

In particular, she was casually wearing his baggy shirt, and her pink cursor-mark thighs were even more alluring.

Perhaps because he was afraid that she would leave, he subconsciously didn't give her any clothes.

Even the clothes she had worn back then, he had quietly thrown them away for her.

So she wore his clothes all day.

She was small and adorable in the wide, hooded embrace.

The smile was so bright.

For a moment, he was stunned.

He had never seen anyone laugh like that before.

People in the city, plotting, working in the workplace, marriage on the rocks, inflation, expensive house prices, adultery..." Every one of them was wearing a mask, and most of them had fake smiles on their faces.

He himself rarely laughed.

There was nothing in life worth laughing about.

However, this imprisoned woman was laughing so happily.

It was as if in her entire life, there had never been a setback, a sadness, a conspiracy, a calculation … There's never been anything terrible that can make a smile fade...

He was suddenly very envious, even jealous.

Her life must have gone well before that.

Even if she wasn't very rich, she came from a well-off family. She had a father who doted on her and treated her like a treasure in his hands. Her studies were smooth sailing … Even though his father was severely ill, with the support of Jiang Family and the care of the Jiang family, he was never worried about money, and he almost married into the Wealthy Class as a Young Madam … Therefore, even if she met with a setback this time, it wouldn't be enough to completely destroy her life.

As long as her father's medicine was paid, as long as she could reunite with him in two months, as long as she could see that he was completely healed … Nothing else mattered to her?

Was it because she was holding such hope that she was smiling so happily?