C8 Cooking

Jee Fusheng was being dragged out by security, still shouting, "Jee Ange, I've raised you all these years, and this is how you repay me? I'm your father, and you're kicking me out for the Qin family!"

As no one responded, his shouts grew more intense, drawing an ever-growing crowd. The incident quickly became the talk of the town.

Onlookers began to speculate. Some believed the Qin family had used their influence to take someone else's daughter, making her a servant in their home. Others thought the girl had climbed the social ladder through the Qin family and was now neglecting her own family, even publicly throwing out her father.

These rumors, however, remained unspoken. Even though those present were not ordinary people, the power of the Qin family was enough to keep them silent.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Mrs. Qin lay in bed. Though she was awake, she still looked very unwell.

Jee Ange stood nearby, her face full of guilt. She spoke carefully, "Mrs. Qin, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I apologize on behalf of my father. He... he acted impulsively."

Jee Ange expected Mrs. Qin to be very angry this time. After all, her father's words had been harsh, and someone as refined as Mrs. Qin would surely not tolerate it.

Even though she wasn't directly responsible, if it weren't for her, her father wouldn't have come here. So, she was prepared for a cold reception.

To her surprise, Mrs. Qin spoke gently, pointing to the edge of the bed with a smile in her eyes, "Sit down, Ange."

Jee Ange hesitated for a moment but then sat down.

"You're a good child, I know that. What your father did isn't your fault," Mrs. Qin said, holding her hand.

This kindness only made Jee Ange feel worse, her guilt deepening.

"No, Mrs. Qin, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in the hospital. I'm sorry for not handling my family matters well and causing you trouble..." Her voice grew more remorseful and tinged with sadness.

How could she possibly handle everything at home on her own? Her sister's tuition, her father's debts—before, she could bear it all herself, but now she was causing trouble for the Qin family. As Ange thought about it, her eyes began to well up.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Qin felt a pang of sympathy and gently patted her frail shoulder. "Ange, it's not your fault."

"How is it not her fault?" Suddenly, a cool voice came from the doorway, carrying a hint of anger if you listened closely.

Ange stood up at the sound, her lips moving slightly. "Mr. Qin..."

Qin Xiao glanced at her, feeling a stir in his heart. At that moment, Ange looked like a helpless child, evoking a sense of pity that quelled much of his initial anger.

But he still couldn't let it go. If it weren't for this woman, how would his mother have ended up in the hospital? How would his family have gotten tangled up in this mess?

With that thought, Qin Xiao's expression turned cold. He uttered just two words: "Get out."

Those two words were enough to deeply sadden Ange. She said nothing, quietly retreating. She sat alone on the chair outside the hospital room, wondering why life was always so hard.

Inside the room, Mrs. Qin was puzzled by her son's behavior. "Qin Xiao, you know this has nothing to do with Ange. Besides, I'm fine now; there's no need to blame her."

Qin Xiao kept his head down, seemingly indifferent to his mother's chatter, as he peeled an apple with his pale, slender hands.

Thanks to Ange's attentive care, Mrs. Qin was discharged from the hospital in just a few days. After helping Mrs. Qin into the car, Ange turned to leave, but Qin Xiao, sitting in the front, stopped her. "Sit down."

Ange was taken aback. He actually asked me to sit in this car?

The driver was also surprised. This woman, dressed like a servant, was being invited to ride in Mr. Qin's private car?

Before they could take another step, Qin Xiao spoke again, his tone still commanding, "Drive."

Jee Ange, who hadn't yet sat down, stumbled and bumped her head against the seat. It was unexpected that Qin Xiao allowed her to ride back, so she didn't dare say anything else. She rubbed her head and settled in.

The car slowly made its way back to the Qin family home.

"Mr. Qin, what would you like for dinner?" Jee Ange asked cautiously, eyeing Qin Xiao, who had been so aloof these past few days. Looking at his sharply defined, handsome face, she couldn't help but think that he was probably still upset with her for causing so much trouble.

Her thoughts began to drift...

"What are you planning now?" Qin Xiao's deep, magnetic voice suddenly interrupted her.

"Huh?" Jee Ange was caught off guard by the unexpected question. I just wanted to cook a meal, what else could I be planning?

Seeing her confusion, Qin Xiao added, "Are you planning to poison me with your cooking again?" Oh! Jee Ange suddenly realized it was because of the last meal she had made...