Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

“Where did you run off to?” Li Beijue’s eyes burned with fiery rage, glaring at her as if he could drill a hole right through her! His large hand, gripping her wrist like an iron clamp, held on tightly as though she might transform into a butterfly and fly away in the blink of an eye.
“It hurts!” Chi Enen’s wrist ached under his grip. She furrowed her eyebrows, twisting her hand, trying to pull it free.
However, Li Beijue didn’t give her the chance, his hold steadfast—like a lion clutching its prey, refusing to let go easily!
“I’m asking you, where did you go?”
Dammit!
Why can’t she just listen for once?
Did she think the Li family estate was some kind of park?! She had the nerve to wander off alone, doing whatever she pleased!
Sometimes, he genuinely wished he could put a chain on her, tying her securely to him so she wouldn’t run all over the place!
Chi Enen struggled for a while but realized she wasn’t going to break free today. Resigned, she said, “Grandfather wanted to eat tomato egg noodles, so I went to make him a serving…”
“Him? Wanted tomato egg noodles?” Li Beijue’s expression twisted oddly, as though he’d just heard scriptures, “Are you sure it was him who wanted tomato egg noodles and not just him calling you over to mess with you? Chi Enen, don’t try to fool me!”
Did she think he didn’t know what kind of person the old man was?
The old man was obsessively picky about his quality of life, nearly harsh to the point of absurdity, especially when it came to food!
Precisely because of his high culinary standards, the household employed over a dozen seven-star international chefs to create an endless variety of gourmet meals for him daily.
Since when was the old man interested in tomato egg noodles? And how did he even know Chi Enen could make tomato egg noodles?
Li Beijue’s heroic brows furrowed into a tight knot, his gaze fuming with fury, as if catching her in a lie on the spot. “What did the old man say to you? And how did you respond to him?”
Something seemed to cross his mind—his pupils darkened suddenly, and his thin lips hardened into a rigid line. His voice sank, teeth gnashing in frustration, “Chi Enen, don’t tell me you backed down because he scared you! Did you agree to his damn demands?”
If she hadn’t been intimidated, why else would she concoct such an obviously flawed lie about the old man wanting to eat the tomato egg noodles she made?
“Shit! You really compromised with the old man, didn’t you?” His words came fast and sharp, like a violent storm, leaving no room for Chi Enen to interject.
As she watched his blazing fury rise uncontrollably, his stubborn streak rearing its ugly head once again, Chi Enen swiftly made a decision—she didn’t waste her breath arguing. Instead, she stepped on tiptoe and pressed a kiss firmly onto his thin lips.
That kiss silenced the inferno of his rage and extinguished the storm that was about to erupt!
Once his anger simmered down, Chi Enen seized the moment to step back and explain, “I’m not lying to you. Grandfather really did want tomato egg noodles. As for why—yesterday morning, while I was making white porridge for you, I happened to run into the old butler…” She recounted how she bumped into the old butler, discovered Old Master Li had fallen ill, and was asked by the old butler to take care of the grandfather.
She also clarified that the reason Old Master Li specifically requested tomato egg noodles was because Bae Chi strongly recommended it.
Her explanation was clear and logical—nothing like the erratic ramblings of a liar.
Li Beijue’s handsome face, initially as dark as ink, gradually softened. His pupils narrowed slightly, though he still wasn’t entirely convinced, “Just to make tomato egg noodles? Why did it take so long? Are you sure he didn’t give you any trouble?”