My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again
Author: Ten Million
Chapter 1363: Heâs Here (1)
Ye Qilan felt pleased upon hearing this: "I knew it, in the whole world, only you care about me the most."
Su Hongxing was speechless. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Little Pudding busily helping her carry her handbag. The comical sight made her laugh. She stepped forward and took the bag back: "Youâre not even taller than Momâs bag, and you still dare to act all capable?"
"Mom, Iâm taller than the bag though." Little Puddingâs words made everyone watching burst into laughter.
Seeing the crowd amused by their familyâs antics, Su Hongxing quickly said, "Alright, alright, letâs go home!"
The company had practically turned into their familyâs marketplace and kindergarten.
Ye Qilan was obviously delighted. He took Su Hongxingâs handbag, holding Su Hongxingâs hand with his left and Little Puddingâs hand with his right: "Wife, daughter, letâs go home!"
No one could take Su Hongxing and his children away from him. If anyone dared to ruin his happiness, they wouldnât have a good ending!
"Wife, did anything special happen at work today?" Once in the car, Ye Qilan suddenly asked.
The first thing that came to Su Hongxingâs mind was that strange email. But this wasnât something she could directly tell Ye Qilan. Hesitant for a moment, she mumbled, "What could be strange?"
Ye Qilan gave Su Hongxing a deep look. "Good to know there wasnât."
His people had remote monitoring on Su Hongxingâs computer. The moment her inbox received an email, someone had already informed him. This womanâa master of saying one thing and meaning another.
This was exactly why he felt insecure. She wasnât honest at all. If one day she got tricked away by someone else, it wouldnât be surprising.
Of course, Su Hongxing wasnât aware of the twists and turns in Ye Qilanâs mind, nor did she notice anything strange about him. She changed the subject: "You should stop cooking. We have housekeepers at home, I can cook too, and Grandmaâs capable as well. Thereâs absolutely no need for you to do these things."
"Iâm really into cooking now. I think itâs particularly meaningful," Ye Qilan replied softly. "Before I left, I even simmered some soup. You can drink it as soon as we get home."
Su Hongxing was horrified, silently wondering if the soup he made was even drinkable. Who knows what ingredients he might have added in?
She had zero faith in Ye Qilanâs cooking skills.
She was secretly hoping Ye Qilan would forget about it altogether. But as soon as they walked through the door, he enthusiastically handed her a bowl of soup: "Wife, give this a try. This is soup I personally made!"
"Did anyone help out?" Su Hongxing still held onto a sliver of hope. If someone had helped, she might dare to drink it. If Ye Qilan had done it all on his own, she didnât trust herself to take a sip.
"How could that be? I chose all the ingredients myself and made it completely on my own..."
Ye Qilanâs words dashed all of Su Hongxingâs hopes. Hesitant, she took the bowl of soup, and under Ye Qilanâs eager gaze, she took a small sip.
Mmm... Sour, sweet, with a hint of numbing Sichuan pepperâhe truly was a hopeless case in the culinary world.
"So, how is it? Tasty?" Ye Qilan asked, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
Struggling to swallow the sip sheâd taken, Su Hongxing asked in return, "Did you even taste it yourself?" For him to ask if it was goodâit was as if he didnât even realize how bad it tasted.
"I havenât had a chance to yet. I followed a gourmet recipe to make this soup. There shouldnât be any issues with it," Ye Qilan replied with full confidence.
Su Hongxing smirked faintly. "Why donât you give it a taste now and see if itâs any good?"
Seeing Su Hongxingâs sly expression, Ye Qilanâs heart sank. How could his soup not be good? He had followed the recipe exactlyâit was impossible to mess up!
Su Hongxing was speechless. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Little Pudding busily helping her carry her handbag. The comical sight made her laugh. She stepped forward and took the bag back: "Youâre not even taller than Momâs bag, and you still dare to act all capable?"
"Mom, Iâm taller than the bag though." Little Puddingâs words made everyone watching burst into laughter.
Seeing the crowd amused by their familyâs antics, Su Hongxing quickly said, "Alright, alright, letâs go home!"
The company had practically turned into their familyâs marketplace and kindergarten.
Ye Qilan was obviously delighted. He took Su Hongxingâs handbag, holding Su Hongxingâs hand with his left and Little Puddingâs hand with his right: "Wife, daughter, letâs go home!"
No one could take Su Hongxing and his children away from him. If anyone dared to ruin his happiness, they wouldnât have a good ending!
"Wife, did anything special happen at work today?" Once in the car, Ye Qilan suddenly asked.
The first thing that came to Su Hongxingâs mind was that strange email. But this wasnât something she could directly tell Ye Qilan. Hesitant for a moment, she mumbled, "What could be strange?"
Ye Qilan gave Su Hongxing a deep look. "Good to know there wasnât."
His people had remote monitoring on Su Hongxingâs computer. The moment her inbox received an email, someone had already informed him. This womanâa master of saying one thing and meaning another.
This was exactly why he felt insecure. She wasnât honest at all. If one day she got tricked away by someone else, it wouldnât be surprising.
Of course, Su Hongxing wasnât aware of the twists and turns in Ye Qilanâs mind, nor did she notice anything strange about him. She changed the subject: "You should stop cooking. We have housekeepers at home, I can cook too, and Grandmaâs capable as well. Thereâs absolutely no need for you to do these things."
"Iâm really into cooking now. I think itâs particularly meaningful," Ye Qilan replied softly. "Before I left, I even simmered some soup. You can drink it as soon as we get home."
Su Hongxing was horrified, silently wondering if the soup he made was even drinkable. Who knows what ingredients he might have added in?
She had zero faith in Ye Qilanâs cooking skills.
She was secretly hoping Ye Qilan would forget about it altogether. But as soon as they walked through the door, he enthusiastically handed her a bowl of soup: "Wife, give this a try. This is soup I personally made!"
"Did anyone help out?" Su Hongxing still held onto a sliver of hope. If someone had helped, she might dare to drink it. If Ye Qilan had done it all on his own, she didnât trust herself to take a sip.
"How could that be? I chose all the ingredients myself and made it completely on my own..."
Ye Qilanâs words dashed all of Su Hongxingâs hopes. Hesitant, she took the bowl of soup, and under Ye Qilanâs eager gaze, she took a small sip.
Mmm... Sour, sweet, with a hint of numbing Sichuan pepperâhe truly was a hopeless case in the culinary world.
"So, how is it? Tasty?" Ye Qilan asked, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
Struggling to swallow the sip sheâd taken, Su Hongxing asked in return, "Did you even taste it yourself?" For him to ask if it was goodâit was as if he didnât even realize how bad it tasted.
"I havenât had a chance to yet. I followed a gourmet recipe to make this soup. There shouldnât be any issues with it," Ye Qilan replied with full confidence.
Su Hongxing smirked faintly. "Why donât you give it a taste now and see if itâs any good?"
Seeing Su Hongxingâs sly expression, Ye Qilanâs heart sank. How could his soup not be good? He had followed the recipe exactlyâit was impossible to mess up!