The Yandere Mogul’s Jerk Ex-Wife

Just as he was about to tie it on, he suddenly remembered something.

Qiao Yu put on a stern face, set aside the apron, and quietly walked upstairs, pushing open the bedroom door to glance at Jian Ning.

The woman was lying on the bed without any grace, her face turned sideways, with a few strands of hair stuck to it, sleeping soundly.

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes, quietly retreated, gently closed the bedroom door, then hurried to the third floor, decisively closed and locked the kitchen door, opened the window for ventilation, and then turned on the range hood, washing the cooking utensils and placing them on the stove.

Qiao Yu was determined to quickly stir-fry a dish before Jian Ning woke up and eat first.

Fortunately, Jian Ning was truly asleep.

Like a thief, Qiao Yu hastily stir-fried a tomato and egg dish, didn’t even have time to cook rice, with an unprecedented appetite, gulping down the food, finishing the tomato and egg dish in less than three minutes.

After wiping his mouth, not caring whether he was full or not, he turned to walk out.

However, halfway through, Qiao Yu stopped, looking back.

What was originally clean was now a mess, and even a fool could see this was a kitchen that had been used.

After a moment of hesitation, Qiao Yu still felt that saving face was important, and quickly turned to cover up the evidence. First, he wiped the stove and pots clean and hid them, then put the vegetables back in the bag and returned them to their original place, and took the trash to the front door, throwing it in a corner where Jian Ning would definitely not see or look.

After completing all this, Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

His face was saved!

Qiao Yu returned to his usual calm and aloof demeanor, straightened his collar, and pushed open the door, slowly walking upstairs, only to encounter the just-awakened Jian Ning at the second-floor corner.

Qiao Yu instinctively stopped, his face stiffening.

Jian Ning, still drowsy, scratched her head carelessly, casually glanced at Qiao Yu, and passed by him to the master bedroom’s bathroom.

Her sleeping guest room didn’t have a bathroom.

From beginning to end, except for a glance, there was no extra expression.

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