An Ke finally managed to avoid everyone and went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor told her this was a pregnancy illusion, but this phenomenon would affect her menstrual period, almost no different from pregnancy. She must take good care of herself. Lin Sao also told her this was a condition, not a pregnancy, and after a period of conditioning, her condition improved significantly, and she was finally at ease. Jun Hao disappeared again after that day. She still lived in the old An family house, with Chen Yun and Lin Sao now taking care of her. Wherever she went, they would follow her front and back. However, today both of them were out on errands. And that stubborn An Qiao had been persuaded back to school by a few cold words from someone.
This day, An Ke was in a very good mood. She went to the market to buy vegetables and personally cooked to make up for her recent worries and to celebrate that Jun Hao hadn’t bothered her recently. As she approached home, she saw Pei Xuanyan standing in front of her door from far away. The winter sunlight fell on him, and he stood motionless like a sculpture, staring at the gate.
“Brother Xuanyan, you’re here.” An Ke ran towards him quickly: “Why didn’t you come in?”
Pei Xuanyan turned his head and looked at her. The rigid lines of his face softened slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a very small arc: “If I just go in, wouldn’t I be like a thief?”
“Hehe…” An Ke laughed lightly: “If there’s a thief as good-looking as you, I’d be willing to be robbed.” She opened the locked gate and made a gesture of invitation: “Mr. Pei, please come in. Excuse my poor hospitality.”
Pei Xuanyan hesitated, unable to move. Looking at her brilliant smile, he again thought of the charming girl who had left him five years ago.
An Ke walked ahead, completely unaware of Pei Xuanyan’s unease, and said to herself: “Brother Xuanyan, you’re in for a treat. Today, I’ll let you taste my signature dish, braised pork.”
“Braised pork?” Pei Xuanyan tried to suppress that inexplicable emotion and followed her to ask.
“Yes, braised pork. My dad loved this dish, so I make it best.”
