I just secretly hugged him

  " Fifteen hundred?" Swallow was dissatisfied, standing between Qiao Yunxue and Rong Qian.

  Her eyes didn't move at all, Qiao Yunxue was still staring at the ceiling, calmly and indifferently: "We're having a husband-and-wife conversation, don't interrupt."

  "You..." Yanzi's face turned bright red, and she really couldn't say anything. She could only stare at Qiao Yunxue, but Qiao Yunxue was still looking at the ceiling. Yanzi got angry and turned her head to glare at Rong Qian.

  Ke Rongqian Zheng was deep in thought, didn't have the mood to care about the swallow. His lips were slightly hooked, looking like he was in a good mood. A pair of black pupils emitted a bright light, quietly staring at Qiao Yunxue's calm and collected calculation. Then moved to her white hand stretched out to his chest...

  "Wooo..." The swallow stomped its feet.

  "Wait..." Rong Qian turned around, took big strides back to the room, and came out soon after. He stretched out his long arm, grabbed her hand, and gently placed his wallet into Jo Yunxue's palm.

  His fingertips brushed over her palm, causing a ticklish sensation. Qiao Yunxue couldn't help but look back at him, seeing his wallet, and was taken aback: "I only want three thousand yuan, not your wallet..."

  "My money is my wife's." The tone was calm and gentle, but left no room for doubt.

  "We're even." Qiao Yunxue half-smiled and handed the wallet back to him, "I only want three thousand yuan." She said it lightly, but her heart was racing. She would rather he took out three thousand yuan than his wallet.

  Rong Qian quietly put away the wallet, counted the bills with ease. But when he got to the last one, he suddenly stopped and looked at Qiao Yunxue, somewhat embarrassed: "I only have 2,500 left..."

  Qiao Yunxue blinked her eyes: "Indeed a stingy husband... But never mind, I still have to pay you two thousand yuan in rent. So..." She counted out one thousand five hundred from twenty-five hundred and stuffed it into his hand, "Adding the unpaid five hundred, my rent is paid off."

  The swallow was completely stunned, looking at Rong Qian for a while and then at Qiao Yunxue. Suddenly became depressed. Silently sat on the sofa, hands under chin, not making a sound. That beautiful little face, was full of desolation.

  Looking at the 1,500 yuan in his palm, Rong Qian's face trembled slightly, but he remained silent.

  " You..." Qiao Yunxue suddenly stared at Rong Qian, "Why didn't you ask me for the 3,000 yuan?"

  "My wife's words don't need so many doubts." Rong Qian said, looking at her, "Yunxue, we are intimate pillow companions, at least there is mutual trust between us."

  A faint sentence, yet like a strand of intoxicating spring breeze, quietly creeping into Qiao Yun's tightly locked heart. She had an instant of daze, the thousand yuan in her hand silently falling to the ground.

  She hastily squatted down, picking up the RMB notes with her fingertips, which were slightly trembling. Her eyes turned red and she tightly pursed her lips.

  She picked up the banknote with a humble bow, put it in her palm, and gently bent her fingertips to press down on a red one: "Don't think too much, I have no opinion on aa system."

  Taking a deep breath, Qiao Yunxue sniffled and stood up calmly: "That's good."

  She gave a faint smile, beautiful as fireworks bursting, making Rong Qian's black pupils burst with light instantly.

  She stretched out her hand and smiled: "Husband, let's make love!"

  Suddenly, Rong Qian smiled faintly and tightly grasped her hand: "Husband sounds better than Mr. Rong."

  Swallow got up and stared at Rong Qian with a sullen face, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the guest room.

  "Wait a minute..." Qiao Yunxue smiled slyly at Yanzi, "I've already paid 2,000 yuan in rent for this house. How about you pay some rent too, Yanzi? Look, I'm paying 2,000 yuan and only sharing a room with Mr. Rong. You're occupying an entire room by yourself... I won't ask you to pay 4,000 yuan, just give me 3,000 yuan instead. The 3,000 yuan from last month, plus the prepaid 3,000 yuan for next month. Yanzi, you need to hand over 6,000 yuan."

  "Are you robbing me?" Swallow bounced back, hands on hips, staring at Qiao Yunxue.

  Qiao Yunxue nodded: "If Yanzi thinks so, I won't object. But, I really was just collecting rent for my husband."

  "I've been robbed...!" Swallow sobbed, walking dejectedly towards the guest room, "We'll settle tomorrow. You've even stolen all my money, you scoundrel."

  "Oh?" Qiao Yun's eyebrows rose, "Does Yanzi mean that it's too expensive and wants to move out of here?"

  "I'm not moving at all!" Yanzhi jumped up with a huff, her face twisted in a fierce scowl. "I've made up my mind to stay and pursue Mr. Rong. My admiration and adoration for Mr. Rong are like the endless Yangtze River. I'll definitely win over Mr. Rong's heart one day and make you a unwanted old maid."

  Rong Qian's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

  Qiao Yunxue hummed, suddenly raising her voice: "It's not over yet. Yanzi, cook, wash and change the sheets, or sweep the floor, choose one."

  "I am a guest." The swallow quickly clarified.

  "Oh, I remember now, Swallow is indeed a guest." Rubbing her nose, Qiao Yunxue smiled and glanced at Yanzi, this unknown rich young lady who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She was quite generous when it came to paying the bill, but as soon as she heard about doing household chores, she wanted to shirk responsibility.

  "It's enough that you know." said Yanzi heavily.

  Qiao Yun's eyebrows curved into a smile: "I heard it was a guest, and it's said to be Mr. Rong's admirer, who will one day move Mr. Rong's heart. It's said that yesterday they even forgot themselves and hugged each other. Mr. Rong, indeed the flowers in the garden are not as fragrant as those in the wild!"

  "Yún xuě xiǎng duō le." Róng qiān cháng móu yī shǎn.

  Translation: "You're thinking too much, Yun Xue," said Rong Qian with a flash of his long eyes.

  Qiao Yunxue stared at Yanzhi: "Cooking, washing and changing the sheets, or sweeping the floor? Which one?"

  "I...". The swallow's face turned red, and her small mouth suddenly pouted, "I am not Mr. Rong's admirer, I'm not."

  Giving up so soon?

  Qiao Yunxue touched her nose, this girl was the most spoiled woman she had ever seen, and as soon as she heard about doing household chores, she became like this.

  "That... really is Cloud Snow thinking too much!" Swallow cried with a sad face, "I swear, I am Rong Qian's sister. I really can't cook and won't do household chores waaah."

  "Oh?" Qiao Yunxue smiled brightly as she gazed at Yanzi, "His surname is Rong, yours is Xia. Are you half-siblings?"

  "No, no." The swallow hastily shook its head.

  Qiao Yunxue blinked her eyes: "Is that a half-brother?"

  Swallow shook his head violently: "No."

  "Oh? That's strange. But I don't want to know that much either." With a hint of a smile, Qiao Yunxue glanced at Rong Jian and said faintly, "If Yanzi is really your sister, then let's take care of her together. Today's household chores, I'll be in charge of cooking, as for the big cleaning and washing the bedding, please you and Yanzi divide it up."

  "Cloud Snow... are we really going to have a big cleanup?" Swallow looked wronged, glancing at Qiao Yunxue and then at Rong Qian who didn't say anything, not daring to disobey. Hanging her head down, she went to find tools, and in less than three minutes, Swallow started learning how to use the vacuum cleaner.

  Looking at Yanzi's busy and flustered appearance, Qiao Yunxue quietly curled up the corner of her mouth - living in a cheap house, eating cheap food, and still wanting to hold onto a cheap man, is there such a good deal? You have to taste the consequences.

  Put away the money you received, she glanced at Rong Qian.

  Rong Qian was clumsily taking apart a quilt cover.

  A little worried that she would become like her nightgown, a noodle in his hands. Qiao Yunxue glared at him from the side, insisting on the truth that "good men are all trained by good women", and refused to lend a hand.

  She heard an unusual zipper sound. She knew that the zipper on her quilt had broken.

  "Ah..." Qiao Yunxue rushed forward, grabbed his face and stared at him.

  Rong Qian raised his head and looked at her calmly, as if asking what she wanted to do.

  Just write it off then, and consider the account settled. A man who dares to let another woman hold him in the middle of the night... She gritted her teeth: "Nothing, I'm leaving."

  "Cloud and Snow?" Rong Qian looked at her with a puzzled expression.

  "Oh, based on last night's bad mood, I'm going to run away from home today." She muttered, picked up her handbag, held her head high and walked away with elegant steps, disappearing in front of him.

  Rong Qian put down the quilt in his hand and followed a few steps out. All he could hear was the loud sound of slamming doors in the living room.

  She's really gone...

  Rong Qian rubbed his chin, and his dark pupils shone with a hint of amusement. He returned to his room, thinking about how to get the sheets clean.

  Three hours later, Qiao Yunxue returned. Standing in the living room, Qiao Yunxue stared at Yanzi, suddenly laughed, bent over and hugged her stomach laughing.

  The beautiful swallow's hair was disheveled, her clothes were dirty, and her back was hunched. She even had the air of an old crone about her.

  Looking at Qiao Yunxue, Yanzi pitifully walked up: "Sister-in-law, is there food to eat now?"

  "No." Qiao Yunxue smiled brightly, suddenly taking two steps forward and picking up the clean quilt on the sofa in surprise. "Rongqian, this quilt is washed so clean..." Clean to the point of being unbelievable.

  Rong Qian stood at the door of the study room. The man who had just been praised couldn't help but feel pleased with himself: "Hmmm, the dry cleaner downstairs isn't bad."

  "Are you looking for a dry cleaner?" Qiao Yunxue asked slowly, staring at Rong Qian. She had deliberately tried to get him to wash the quilt, but this guy directly took it to a dry cleaner to settle the matter.

  Mr. Rong, you're awesome!

  "My wife, the dry cleaner does a better job than me. Clean and safe." Rong Qian gave a modest evaluation, with a slight curve of his lips. What was placed in front of her was undoubtedly Zhang Cheng's sincere face.

  Her lips trembling, Qiao Yunxue stared at the quilt emitting a faint fragrance and slowly got up.

  He laughed more happily, she became more depressed. But...she didn't say he couldn't look for a dry cleaner.

  It's frustrating! She must have internal injuries and is probably bleeding internally now.

  She clenched her teeth and ignored everyone. She walked past the two of them and went straight to cook dinner.

  "Finally, I have something to eat." Yanzhi, with her messy curly hair, snuggled into the sofa and sighed, "Sister-in-law, it's really not easy to get a meal from you. If it weren't for my brother's sake, I would've gone to Shangri-La to have a Manchu Han Imperial Feast long ago."

  Sister-in-law? It's really easy to shout. Qiao Yunxue pretended not to hear. Facing the flexible and yielding Swallow, she was starting to cultivate an iron heart.

  Half an hour later, three dishes and a soup were placed on the table.

  "Sister-in-law..." Yanzhi cried, staring at Sancai with tears in her eyes, "I just secretly hugged him, why can't I even eat a meal?"

  "What's wrong? Don't we have three dishes and a soup?" Qiao Yunxue smiled brightly at the two people in front of her, "Stir-fried pork, boiled meat slices, and dry stir-fried four-season beans. Although it can't compare to restaurant standards, it's definitely edible. If these three aren't enough, isn't there also our homemade sour and spicy soup?"

  "Sister-in-law, can't you make a dish that's not spicy?" Yanzhi looked at her with a sorrowful expression, her face pitiful.

  Rong Qian's face trembled slightly, but she remained silent, picked up her bowl and calmly continued with her lunch.

  Qiao Yunxue eats, ignoring Swallow.

  The swallow blinked its eyes and stared at the two of them, finally eating white rice.

  Occasionally glancing at Yan Zi, Qiao Yun Xue felt a slight headache. This young lady was too flexible and adaptable; even this couldn't scare her off. Originally, she didn't have much feeling towards Yan Zi, but now she had to take him seriously for the time being.

  After dinner, Rong Qian washed the dishes. Qiao Yunxue returned to the nursery, stood in front of the window, and stared blankly while hugging a small notebook - Rong Qian's words did not protect Yanzi, but his actions subtly protected her. Had she misjudged Rong Qian...

  A familiar breath approached her, and she quickly came back to herself.

  She raised her head, and a humble, angular face appeared before her eyes. She gritted her teeth and forcibly shifted her gaze away.

  Rong Qian walked closer, stretched out his long arm, and placed it on her slender waist. His voice was low and husky as he whispered in her ear: "I'm working hard, from the living room to the kitchen, and rolling around in bed..."

  "You... are laughing at me? You... stay away from me." She was a bit flustered, not wanting to be too close to him. At night, it's unavoidable, but during the day, there's no need to be so intimate.

  "My wife is angry, I should be happy." Rong Qian slowly wrapped her arms around him, her slender body slowly nestling into his embrace.

  "Rong Qian, I'm not angry." She panted, struggling to prevent him from getting the wrong idea.

  She smiled shyly and remained silent for a while before calmly saying, "Last night, Yanzi only hugged my waist and didn't even touch my skin with her fingertips. Okay, don't be angry anymore. It's not good to eat too much chili in this hot weather. Look, Yunxue's tears are also brought out by the chili."

  "I didn't..." Qiao Yunxue insisted.

  "You do." Rong Qian glanced at her rosy lips, leaned in, and suddenly swiftly brushed past them like a dragonfly skimming the water.

  She covered her small mouth, Qiao Yunxue stared at Rong Qian in shock. Had he just kissed her? How could this steady and calm man possibly kiss her at noon, when the sun was shining brightly?

  "Look, it's all hot in your mouth. You can't eat too much chili." Rong Qian remained calm and composed.

  "No." She muttered, staring at him, "You just touched me, how would you know that my mouth is hot..." She suddenly closed her mouth tightly. But it was too late. His waist tightened, he grasped her waist, leaned in, pried open her delicate red lips, and agilely probed inside.

  "Uh..." Qiao Yunxue struggled but couldn't get free.

  With a wave of his hand, Rong Xuan smiled faintly: "It's really hot. Don't believe me? Let me take another look."

  "I believe, I believe." Qiao Yunxue's body shrank back, skillfully dodging his grasp, and ran outwards like a bird in flight. In the living room, Yanzi was still fuming from not getting her way, eating a piece of braised pork that was so spicy it brought tears to her eyes, as she spun around the house.

  Swallows blocked the way, Qiao Yunxue suddenly became irritable: "Miss Xia Yan, what are you dancing in the living room in broad daylight? Go out and fall in love!"

  The swallow was frightened and quickly gave way.

  Qiao Yunxue pushed open the big door and rushed into the elevator.

  Following into the living room, Rong Qian raised an eyebrow as he looked at the half-open door, his lips slightly curled up.

  "She's really gone." Swallow pouted, "This time it's all over, she must have gone to find comfort with the painters on Oil Painting Street. Are you still smiling? Which nerve of yours went wrong, why did you insist on marrying her?! Alright, I admit, she's more lovable than those admirers in the 50th floor..."

  Rong Qian stroked his chin and returned to his room with a calm expression.

  "Has she run away?" Swallow reminded.

  "Her heart is in disarray..."

  "Oh!" Swallow was taken aback, puffed out her cheeks, "But I've become the third wheel in her eyes. I'm done for. And I still want to form an alliance with Sister Jing... Do I still have to pretend to be your admirer?"

  A gentle and calm gaze swept over.

  Swallow bit her lip and flashed a smile: "I'll think about it, how to make my sister-in-law get pregnant quickly. I just want to see the excitement of the Yan family when she's pregnant. Hmm, I really want to see my little nephew! My sister-in-law is so much fun, and I'm looking forward to her helping me tease a bunch of old foxes hehe."

  The swallow has gone to find someone.

  Walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, Rong Qian slowly crossed his arms, leaning against the window frame, with a gentle gaze fixed on the woman strolling in the garden. Looking at her slender and beautiful figure, Rong Qian's lips curled up into a faint smile.

  Whether it was for the sake of protecting their marriage or because she had genuinely moved his heart, her three dishes and one soup made him feel comfortable.

  Her heart is no longer in turmoil, their marriage has lost its meaning.

  Why marry her? Su Qinglan might be able to guess a thing or two. But one thing is for sure, no matter how outspoken Su Qinglan was, she wouldn't dare mention this matter.

  Qiao Yunxue walked towards the road to Oil Painting Village after breaking off the tenth branch in the Broken Flower Garden. But before she had even gone halfway, she was intercepted by someone.

  "Let's talk." Several days without seeing each other, Su Qinglan looked a bit haggard, immediately making Qiao Yunxue think of the also haggard Luo Da Shao.

  This couple's haggard appearance really matches now.

  She really didn't want to see Su Qinglan again, but she just couldn't avoid this woman. She's in a bad mood today, don't mess with her...

  Taking a deep breath, Qiao Yunxue smiled faintly: "Mrs. Luo, are we discussing the lawsuit? Sorry, Jinghua is going to sue Luolongji, I'm afraid I won't be able to help."

  "Aren't you going to withdraw your lawsuit?" Su Qinglan could no longer pretend and revealed her true self, "My husband stopped loving you long ago."

  "Huh?" Qiao Yunxue narrowed her eyes, "It's really strange, since you're so sure your husband won't fall in love with another woman, why are you still so anxious?"

  "You..." Su Qinglan was about to spit blood, covering her chest, gritting her teeth, and trembling with rage.

  Reaching out her arm, Qiao Yunxue brushed aside Su Qinglan: "Su Qinglan, you're so haggard, it only proves one thing - your body lacks male hormones. Your loveless and sexless marriage makes you restless... Sorry, I'm in a bad mood today, couldn't help but speak the truth."

  "You——" Glaring at Qiao Yunxue, Su Qinglan suddenly burst into tears.

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