My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce
Chapter 1025 - 1025 1025 I Want To Drink From Your Bowl You

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: I Want To Drink From Your Bowl, You Wouldn’t Mind, Right? Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: I Want To Drink From Your Bowl, You Wouldn’t Mind, Right? But it had only been one night, yet Gu Ranmo’s attitude had undergone a complete 180-degree shift.

Qiao Yin couldn’t help but be somewhat puzzled. Could it be that after she left last night, their family had come up with a method to deal with her? Otherwise, it would be hard to explain Gu Ranmo’s attitude.

Strangely, Qiao Yin felt neither anger nor fear. Instead, she was somewhat looking forward to it. She wanted to see how they would deal with her, hoping they would be cruel in their methods so she would have a justified reason to send them to prison.

Therefore, Qiao Yin also offered Gu Ranmo a fake smile: “So there’s still breakfast to eat? Then thank you, Second Sister. I won’t hold back.”

She directly sat at the dining table, but she quickly realized that there were no bowls or chopsticks set out for her.

She didn’t mind and, with a smile, said to the servants, “Could you please get me a set of bowls and chopsticks, thank you.”

However, the servants did not move, instinctively glancing at Gu Ranmo instead.

Qiao Yin immediately understood. It was deliberate of Gu Ranmo not to have the servants prepare bowls and chopsticks for her; that’s why they instinctively looked to Gu Ranmo for her reaction when she asked for them.

Yet Gu Ranmo pretended to be oblivious: “Oh my, how come there are no bowls and chopsticks prepared for Third Sister? What are you all doing, being so careless as to not see that a set is missing? Hurry up and get a set for Third Sister!”

The servant quickly handed over a set of bowls and chopsticks. Qiao Yin took them and said politely, “Thank you, you’ve worked hard.”

Neither Gu Chengqiao nor Gu Ranxuan at the dining table gave any reaction to this trivial matter, each continuing to eat their own porridge and dishes as if they had heard nothing.

However, Hou Jinhua had been watching her with a gloomy gaze the whole time, yet to eat a bite.

Qiao Yin gave her a glance, then slightly raised the corner of her lips, gave her a very mocking smile, and, ignoring Jinhua’s fiery gaze, busied herself with serving her own bowl of porridge.

But after taking just one sip, she spat it out immediately.

“Oh no!”

Gu Ranmo immediately exclaimed in shock, “Third Sister, why did you spit out the porridge? What’s the matter, does the porridge not suit your stomach? Even so, you shouldn’t spit it out, right? That’s so uneducated and impolite!”

Qiao Yin drew a piece of tissue to wipe her mouth, then calmly took the bowl of porridge from in front of Gu Ranmo and placed it in front of herself: “Second Sister, you wouldn’t have poisoned me, would you? This porridge tastes even more bitter than Chinese goldthread, I am a bit uneasy. But your bowl looks good, I want to try yours. You wouldn’t mind, right?”

Gu Ranmo’s face darkened with anger, her good mood from the early morning had vanished without a trace.

She slammed her chopsticks down, “Qiao Yin, don’t go too far! You’ve already taken the stock rights that should belong to us and now you want to take over the villa, and even my porridge. Do you have no shame, always grabbing at everything as if you’ve never seen anything good in your life?”

Qiao Yin pointed at the little pot for porridge: “Now serve yourself a bowl from the pot and drink it all down, then I promise you, I will never snatch that villa from you again.”

Gu Ranmo’s face instantly froze. That pot of porridge was specifically prepared early this morning for Qiao Yin by the servants upon her request; it had a large dose of laxative in it. If she were to consume a whole bowl, wouldn’t she be weakened by severe diarrhea?

Seeing Gu Ranmo’s hesitation, Qiao Yin slightly arched an eyebrow: “What’s wrong, Second Sister? Are you afraid to drink it? Is there something deadly in this pot of porridge? Why do you look like that?”

Now Gu Chengqiao couldn’t pretend any longer. Frowning, he served a little porridge from the pot and after taking a sip, he too immediately spat it out: “Gu Ranmo! What is the meaning of this?!”

Gu Ranmo snapped back to reality, playing innocent, “What meaning? Dad, is there something wrong with this porridge? I haven’t tried it yet, I know nothing!”