My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 109: Shouldn’t Do Something Before Divorce

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Shouldn’t Do Something Before Divorce

"Alright, take care on your way out."

Qiao Xi took a bunch of ingredients out of the bag and sorted them into the refrigerator.

There was also a bag of apples at the bottom, each even in size, large and plump, and a beautiful red hue.

Qiao Xi thought to herself that Assistant Gao was really attentive.

After storing everything away, Qiao Xi washed an apple before returning to her room.

It gets dark quickly in the winter.

By six o’clock, the sky had already darkened, turning a deep crow blue, and the lights on the villa’s front lawn came on one at a time.

Shen Dang entered and took off his coat right away.

The spacious living room was empty.

But Shen Dang knew Qiao Xi was upstairs.

He rolled up his sleeves while he walked toward the kitchen—

The typically overbearing boss had transformed into Chef Shen tonight.

The noise from the kitchen didn’t travel upstairs, but Qiao Xi had known Shen Dang was back since he had driven home.

She sat quietly, looking at the script in her hands, even though her thoughts were scattered.

A while later, her phone rang.

Qiao Xi was startled by the ringtone, quickly swiping to answer.

...Had she answered too quickly?

Qiao Xi blushed a little.

Then she heard Shen Dang’s laughter, that lazy drawl filled with an inexplicably odd cheekiness.

What’s he laughing at?

"Come down for dinner."

Qiao Xi, confused: "You’ve finished cooking?"

Shen Dang retorted, "Otherwise?"

"I’ll be right down."

Qiao Xi ended the call and calmed her emotions before heading downstairs.

Upon reaching the dining room entrance, Qiao Xi saw Shen Dang pouring an entire bottle of red wine into a decanter.

She hesitated slightly.

Would he get drunk like last time?

Seeing Qiao Xi standing there motionless, Shen Dang looked at her with an indifferent gaze: "What are you standing there for? Come and eat."

Qiao Xi took her seat.

Shen Dang lowered his gaze to her face, an unmade-up little face, clean and fair as if naturally filtered.

Misty beautiful and crisp clear.

The unearthly gorgeousness of her face held no flaws even upon close inspection.

Could it be that he really hadn’t felt anything these past days?

—Actually, there was something.

Shen Dang’s eyes held a hint of amusement, like a bewitching male demon: "Teacher Qiao, would you like a drink?"

Qiao Xi shook her head firmly.

She wouldn’t drink.

Shen Dang’s lips twisted slightly: "Fine, I’ll drink alone."

Abiding by the good tradition of not talking while eating, Qiao Xi focused on her meal without making eye contact with Shen Dang.

After cooking, Shen Dang wasn’t really in the mood to eat.

His glance drifted and finally settled on her.

She ate gracefully, a natural poise, proper and fitting, imbuing her with the air of a well-bred lady.

And this was just her usual self, not a facade put on for his benefit.

Just sitting there made him feel at ease.

He thought if he ever had a wife, she should be like this.

Shen Dang’s gaze lingered on her face, finding it hard to move away.

She was eating the food he had prepared...

Shen Dang didn’t know what he was thinking, but suddenly his throat felt itchy.

As Qiao Xi casually looked up while picking up her food, she met Shen Dang’s eyes mid-air, those profound depths seeming to show her the blackness of the night, deep and heavy.

Qiao Xi didn’t comprehend the meaning behind his gaze at that moment.

She shifted her eyes first and then asked, "Aren’t you eating?"

He hadn’t yet touched his food, but his glass was already empty.

The bright light overhead shone on Qiao Xi’s tea-brown pupils; her eyes were lovely.

Shen Dang observed her enchanting eyes: "I will eat later."

Qiao Xi frowned slightly: "Don’t drink too much."

Lest he cause trouble again.

Shen Dang, hand casually resting on the back of the chair, smiled invitingly: "Does Teacher Qiao care for me?"

Qiao Xi gave a cool smile: "No, I don’t!"

He lifted his chin slightly: "Then you eat. Don’t worry about me. If I don’t eat, it surely won’t bother you, right?"

It wouldn’t bother her.

But why keep watching her do everything?

And disrupt her meal!

Qiao Xi’s voice was dry, her expression cool: "I was just casually mentioning it, eat or not, it’s up to you."

Shen Dang chuckled at her.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Qiao Xi continued eating, determined not to say another word.

But even if she didn’t want to broach the subject, she could feel a deep gaze steadily on her.

Making it impossible for her to ignore it.

Qiao Xi felt this was not acceptable.

The atmosphere was too odd.

"Shen Dang."

Qiao Xi looked up.

Their eyes met.

Shen Dang held a wine glass in his hand, the crimson liquid swaying inside, reflecting a hint of red in his eyes.

He exhibited the demeanor of one who could bring disaster to a country.

"Hmm?" Shen Dang intoned with an uptick at the end.

Qiao Xi always found his voice huskier than usual after he drank, exceedingly magnetic, like the lure of gravity, enticing her to fall deeper, knowing full well that there were thorns ahead, yet still wanting to draw nearer.

He was too tempting.

Qiao Xi pursed her lips: "I think, before I join the crew, we should go ahead and get a divorce."

The time had come.

Qiao Xi then lowered her gaze after speaking.

The previously charming mood between them vanished without a trace.

Shen Dang placed the wine glass back on the table, an inscrutable expression on his face: "Alright."

He agreed very readily.

Upon receiving his affirmative answer, Qiao Xi looked up and smiled at him.

Even if she felt odd inside, she made herself not think about it.

A relationship that should have ended long ago was finally moving back on the right track.

"I’m full." After a while, Qiao Xi said to him: "I’ll go back to my room first. Boss Shen, you’ve worked hard tonight."

"It’s just cooking." He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Not hard, it’s not like it’s anything else."

Qiao Xi nodded: "Then I’ll treat Boss Shen to a meal after the divorce process is done."

"Alright, no problem, but there’s one thing..."

"What is it?"

Qiao Xi blinked.

"Don’t you really want to join me for a drink?" Shen Dang’s gaze, sticky as toffee, rested on her face.

Qiao Xi avoided his peculiar look, her face cool: "Don’t you know I can’t hold my liquor? What if I get crazy drunk again?"

Shen Dang shrugged, showing indifference: "In your own home, you can act drunk however you want."

"...Does Boss Shen actually want to see me crazy drunk?"

Remembering the last time she had slapped him.

Shen Dang chuckled softly: "I don’t."

"There you have it, then."

"You got drunk last time because you had several shots of white liquor, a little red wine won’t do that." Shen Dang’s dark eyes like ink, rippling with specks of mirth: "Surely, Teacher Qiao’s tolerance isn’t that bad?"

Qiao Xi didn’t say anything.

Her drinking tolerance was indeed poor.

But could she admit that to him?

Shen Dang boasted: "We’re about to get a divorce, we can’t sit down and have a few parting drinks?"

She had been looking forward to the divorce, but what if she completely turned her back on him after it was done?

Shouldn’t he do something before the divorce?

He sometimes doesn’t need to be the gentleman, especially with certain heartless women.

For some reason, Qiao Xi heard a hint of mild complaint in Boss Shen’s words.

Why would she think that?

Was her brain kicked by a donkey?

Qiao Xi blurted out: "Do you really want me to drink with you?"