The Yandere Mogul’s Jerk Ex-Wife

Jian Ning sat on the stair railing, one foot swinging leisurely, holding a small piece of pancake. She ate a bite and looked at Qiao Yu, until finishing the last bite. Then she wiped her fingers and politely asked: “Are you hungry?”

“……” Qiao Yu ignored the saliva automatically secreting in his mouth, swallowed imperceptibly, and said coldly: “Not hungry.”

Jian Ning suppressed a laugh: “Really not hungry? I specially ran around to buy vegetables, and even got a fresh fish. Won’t you eat?”

Qiao Yu stared at the bag of vegetables by her feet, then looked up at Jian Ning.

Jian Ning immediately stopped laughing and seriously lied: “Sorry, I’m allergic to kitchens.”

Meaning: Want me to cook for you? Dream on!

Qiao Yu coldly looked away, sneering internally.

He said he wouldn’t cook, and he definitely wouldn’t. He, Qiao, the CEO, could handle skipping a meal. No big deal!

Jian Ning shrugged, jumped off the railing, and lazily stretched: “There’s still a long time before dinner. I’ll go take a nap. Feel free.”

The bedroom was upstairs. After speaking, she went downstairs.

Qiao Yu: “……”

Watching the woman’s crisp departure, Qiao Yu’s expression darkened as he withdrew his gaze, and inwardly sneered again.

Ten minutes after Jian Ning left, Qiao Yu calmly sat on the sofa continuing to read, back straight and focus intense, as if completely unaffected.

But only he knew he couldn’t read a single word. His heart was like being scratched by a cat, indescribably uncomfortable.

But as a CEO who always followed through……for now, face was still important!

I’m not hungry at all! Qiao Yu seriously emphasized to himself.

Twenty minutes later……

Qiao Yu pursed his lips, suddenly put down the book, and stood up irritably.

Looking at the empty living room, the bag of vegetables by the stairs, and remembering the tough words he’d just said in front of that woman, Qiao Yu’s resolve deflated.

He sat down again, coldly, and picked up the book, focusing intently.

Thirty minutes later……

Qiao Yu suddenly threw the book, releasing cold air around him wildly, and walked aggressively to pick up the bag of vegetables, going to the kitchen. He took off his suit jacket and rummaged through drawers to find a pure gray apron.

Page 22 of 164
error: Content is protected !!