My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 254: This sofa is quite soft, suitable for doing something

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: This sofa is quite soft, suitable for doing something

She almost believed him.

Anyway, she couldn’t tell right from wrong in the moment, and she wasn’t in the mood to parse the meaning behind his words.

Back in the car, Qiao Xi opened the vanity mirror to inspect her own face.

Yep, really ugly.

She had never been this ugly in her entire life.

Qiao Xi looked towards Shen Dang, her phoenix eyes lacking their usual coldness, now brimming and watery, with a mix of reproach and complaint.

Shen Dang felt her gaze was simply deadly.

Shen Dang’s Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed as he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Imitating his tone, Qiao Xi clicked her tongue, "Actually, it’s not your fault for calling me ugly, since this time you’re telling the truth."

Shen Dang: "..."

She really doesn’t believe me, huh?

Shen Dang reached over and closed the vanity mirror, his voice indifferent, "Stop looking."

Qiao Xi crossed her arms, casually watching him, "No way, I need to prove whether what you just said was true or not."

She spoke half seriously, half jokingly, with a leisurely smile, but she didn’t reopen the mirror.

A subtle inspection flickered across the depths of Shen Dang’s eyes, "You’re really not ugly. Wait till you’re healed, then you’ll see, you’ll be even more beautiful."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Smooth talker.

So Boss Shen has learned this trick too.

"Just drive already."

Her ear tips secretly reddened.

Shen Dang started the car.

Qiao Xi opened her camera and took a selfie, but the photo turned out somewhat distorted.

She turned to Shen Dang, "Lend me your phone for a bit."

Without a word, Shen Dang handed her his phone.

"You haven’t unlocked it."

Without asking what she wanted it for, Shen Dang’s fingers brushed the screen, unlocking the phone.

Qiao Xi took his phone and used it to take a picture.

She clicked on the photo to see, and indeed it looked more realistic than her own phone had captured.

She then asked Shen Dang, "Send me the photo you just took of me."

Shen Dang raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding her actions, "Why torment yourself? Why look at your miserable state?"

"It’s not self-torment; it’s to have evidence," Qiao Xi’s eyes gleamed with an inscrutable light.

Shen Dang’s tone became incredulous and dismissive, "Tsk, you’ve finally learned to be cautious."

Qiao Xi didn’t like that comment, her face stern, "...I’m not stupid."

"Is that so?" Shen Dang’s voice took on a mocking tone, "And here I thought you were always quite foolish."

Qiao Xi: "..."

What kind of thing is that to say?

Qiao Xi slapped the phone into his hand, slightly annoyed, "Just send it to my WeChat."

"You do it yourself," Shen Dang glanced at her indifferently, leisurely suggesting, "Can’t you send a photo?"

Qiao Xi pressed her lips together, navigated to the photo album, found her picture, and shared it to her WeChat. After finishing, she handed the phone back to Shen Dang.

Shen Dang took back his phone, his expression casual as he glanced at her, "Sent it over?"

"Mhm."

"You didn’t delete anything from my phone, did you?"

Qiao Xi fluttered her eyelids, "Why would I bother deleting your photos?"

No, she hadn’t deleted the photo she just took...

Qiao Xi wanted to ask him to hand over the phone again, but felt it was no longer appropriate.

When she opened the album earlier, Qiao Xi caught a glimpse of several pictures of her in his gallery, taken at different times and places.

Since his album was nearly empty, she noticed them immediately.

Qiao Xi felt a mix of emotions.

He kept her photos?

Shen Dang did it on purpose for her to see, right?

With a slight pull of his lips, Shen Dang said, "It’s fine if you didn’t delete them."

Shen Dang drove Qiao Xi to her apartment building.

After all the back and forth, it was already noon.

He followed Qiao Xi out of the car.

Looking at the man beside her, Qiao Xi’s eyes showed a trace of peculiarity, "Aren’t you going to the company?"

Shen Dang stretched his wrist showing his watch into her view.

Qiao Xi looked down and saw the hands pointing to twelve thirty-five.

Shen Dang withdrew his hand, casually placing it in his pocket, with a languid pride, "Lunch break, time to eat lunch."

Qiao Xi: "...But we just had breakfast at ten."

Shen Dang scoffed, "Who cares about the time when you’re hungry?"

Qiao Xi didn’t want to argue, "Right, right, you’re absolutely right."

Shen Dang followed Qiao Xi into her house.

Looking down at his shoes, Shen Dang let out a dissatisfied click of his tongue, "I should prepare a pair of indoor slippers for myself."

Qiao Xi rolled her eyes, "This isn’t your home, why would you prepare shoes here?"

Shen Dang stretched his legs out in front of her, earnestly asking her, "Is it appropriate for you to make me wear these shoes each time?"

His long legs exuded superiority, with the hem of his pants pulled up, exposing a stretch of pale ankles.

It’s just that the pair of fluffy slippers on his feet looked quite out of place.

Qiao Xi didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it. However, laughing tugged at the wound on her face, causing her to hiss with pain.

She quickly stifled her laughter, stammering, "I... I’m serious, they seem quite fitting on you."

Shen Dang ground his molars and pinched her chin, "Stop laughing, does it hurt? Once your face heals up, you can laugh however you want."

Watching him flaunt those slippers in front of her, Qiao Xi almost laughed again.

Seeing her struggle to suppress her laughter, Shen Dang’s eyes narrowed slightly, a deep dark glint within, "Or I could just go barefoot in your house."

He pretended he was about to take off his shoes at the entryway.

Qiao Xi grabbed his hand, trying to control her expression, "Walking barefoot isn’t good. I won’t laugh, it hurts my face."

"You really deserve it," Shen Dang stared at her face, pained by it, "I’ll put some ointment on it for you later."

Qiao Xi’s gaze dodged, "It’s not time to apply medicine yet."

"Applying it a few times more will speed up the healing."

Qiao Xi was skeptical, "Is that so?"

"Yep, trust me," Shen Dang’s face earnest.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Shen Dang smiled softly, "Do you want to rest a bit, or have lunch first then rest?"

Qiao Xi shook her head, "I’m not hungry yet."

"Then take a rest first."

"You don’t have to mind me, go ahead with your work if you need to."

"I’m not busy."

Shen Dang settled on her couch, patting it to feel the softness, "This sofa is quite cushy, suitable for doing something."

He raised a certain eyebrow, a playful smile seemingly harboring deeper meaning.

Qiao Xi: "???"

Suitable for doing what?

His words were somewhat suggestive.

Qiao Xi didn’t dwell on it, quickly said, "As you wish."

Qiao Xi turned and headed back to her bedroom.

Shen Dang took out his phone, ready to handle some work, and opened it to find Qiao Xi’s WeChat.

Clicking on the photo, he saw her swollen face, and a violent glare gradually filled his eyes.

Exiting WeChat, Shen Dang browsed through his gallery, his slender fingers casually flicking through her photos.

The hostility in his peach blossom eyes slowly faded, replaced by a gentle warmth.

...

Wang Wen told Qiao Nan about Qiao Xi going back to the Qiao Family tomorrow.

Thinking of Qiao Xi coming to apologize gave Qiao Nan a sense of gratification, "Really? She said she would come?"