My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 80: Are You a Pig for Sleeping So Long?

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Are You a Pig for Sleeping So Long?

His gaze seemed to carry deep meaning.

Qiao Xi couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "Don’t make it sound so suggestive. Is there anywhere else to choose from?"

Shen Dang hummed from his nose, especially casual, "I didn’t say anything; aren’t you the one twisting my words?"

Qiao Xi felt a bit annoyed inside, so she didn’t speak.

Shen Dang rested one hand on the steering wheel, the corner of his mouth holding a careless smile, "Fine, I don’t have a problem living in Yingyue Bay."

Yingyue Bay it is, then.

The car stopped under Qiao Xi’s apartment building.

Shen Dang looked up and kindly offered, "Do you need me to help you pack?"

Qiao Xi gave him a weird look, "Now?"

Is it that urgent?

"Grandpa said he’d video call tonight, but who knows if he’ll call in the afternoon. It’s better to move earlier." He lifted his eyebrows and asked again, "Need my help?"

"No need!" Qiao Xi refused outright.

He wasn’t this helpful when she returned from Jiang City last time.

Qiao Xi, feeling somewhat grumpy, said, "I’ll just pack up quickly and come down. Just wait for me for a minute."

Shen Dang’s voice was husky, studying Qiao Xi’s face, "You really don’t need to pack much. The wedding room has everything you’d need."

But those things weren’t hers, and even if they were gifts from Ran Jing, she wouldn’t touch them.

Qiao Xi turned and went upstairs without expression.

Shen Dang squinted faintly, watching her retreating figure as the distance between them grew.

Qiao Xi didn’t have much to bring. She just packed a few personal items and pulled her suitcase downstairs.

Shen Dang leaned against the car, languid and easygoing, a cigarette clasped between his fingers, ignited at some unknown moment.

Qiao Xi rarely saw him smoke, but indeed, he wasn’t a non-smoker either.

Upon seeing Qiao Xi’s figure, Shen Dang extinguished his cigarette.

From a distance, even the motion of pressing out the cigarette butt was so carefree and charming.

The wheels of the suitcase rumbled over the ground. Shen Dang watched Qiao Xi step by step emerge from the building, her face tinged with a smirk in the light, "Is that all you’re bringing?"

"That’s enough."

Qiao Xi lifted her suitcase onto the trunk.

Getting into the car, Qiao Xi pulled out an umbrella from her bag, "Your umbrella. I forgot to give it back to you this morning."

Shen Dang holding the steering wheel, unblinking, "Leave it."

Qiao Xi placed the umbrella in the glove compartment.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Yingyue Bay.

Shen Dang took Qiao Xi’s suitcase out of the car and then pushed it towards her as if to suggest she should take it inside.

"Thanks."

Qiao Xi followed Shen Dang into the living room, pulling her suitcase.

Seeing this place, which was no longer strange to her, Qiao Xi felt a subtle yet resistant emotion.

The last time she was here, she had been drunk.

She had meant to stay away from a life involving Shen Dang. How did it end up like this?

As soon as he entered, Shen Dang took off his black leather jacket, turned his head, and his eyes flitted over her, "The room you slept in last time was mine. You can choose any other room you like."

"I’ll stay on the third floor."

Just further away from him.

Shen Dang looked at her with an amused gaze, "One upstairs, one downstairs. Are you that afraid of slipping up?"

Qiao Xi exhaled, carrying her suitcase to the second floor, settling into the guest room furthest from the master bedroom.

Qiao Xi tidied up the room before going downstairs, but Shen Dang was no longer downstairs.

She was holding a glass of water when she went up and saw Shen Dang walking out of a room.

Shen Dang fixed his gaze on her, "I need to step out for a bit, I’ll be back soon."

Qiao Xi looked somewhat bewildered, "Ah," she said, "Okay, go ahead."

Does he really need to report to her?

With his gaze lowered, his eyelids revealed faint creases, the corners of his eyes hooked, slightly turned upwards, wanton and careless, always seeming to look at someone with deep affection, exuding an almost demonic charm.

Suddenly, Qiao Xi had a very strong misperception.

Shen Dang’s last words sounded like a husband notifying his wife before going out on business.

Shen Dang as the husband, her as the wife?

Qiao Xi was startled by such a thought.

Even if it was all an act, it shouldn’t go this far.

Seeing the peculiarity in her eyes, Shen Dang couldn’t naturally read her thoughts through her gaze, but said, "If Grandpa calls and I’m not home, you can say that, understand?"

Sometimes she really was a bit absentminded.

This contrast, damn, it was kind of cute.

Qiao Xi blinked, "I understand."

Qiao Xi returned to her room, her expression a little disordered, and she found herself walking faster unconsciously.

The door closed with a "bang" as Qiao Xi shut it.

Shen Dang glanced at the corridor and walked downstairs.

Qiao Xi had only intended to nap briefly, but ended up sleeping for quite a while, waking up to see the sky already darkened.

The light outside was still there, making the room seem even darker. Facing the unfamiliar surroundings in the haze, Qiao Xi felt a sense of void and loss.

The silence was overwhelming, emotions that shouldn’t exist started to stir.

Until there was a knock on the door.

Qiao Xi snapped out of her stupor and returned to the present.

Shen Dang was about to knock again when the door opened, and his hand hung in midair.

Seeing Qiao Xi’s face, cold to the point of expressionless, Shen Dang casually slipped his hand back into his pocket.

"You slept so long. Are you a pig?"

Can Boss Shen not tease her to death?

Qiao Xi’s eyelids drooped tiredly, "What is it?"

Opening her mouth, she realized her voice was hoarse, not very pleasant.

"Come down for dinner. Grandpa called in the afternoon. We’ll call him back later."

"Okay, you go first."

Qiao Xi didn’t look at Shen Dang any longer and closed the door, dropping her eyes.

She washed her face before going downstairs.

The villa lights were turned on, the sky outside dark, the indoor lighting bright, radiating warmth.

Perhaps because there was one more person.

Qiao Xi thought.

Shen Dang raised his eyes to see Qiao Xi’s bare face—her features not the most delicate when seen separately, but together, they possessed an ethereal beauty.

Only on her face did these features create such a stunning effect.

Without makeup, her clean and fair complexion seemed to have a filter on it.

This was a true Fairy.

Shen Dang seemed to just realize that Qiao Xi was indeed beautiful and ethereal, no wonder she was hailed as the "Goddess of Divine Beauty."

Yet that still wasn’t enough to move his heart.

"Come here."

Qiao Xi looked at the lavish dinner spread on the table, "Did you buy all this?"

The fragrant smell made her stomach respond.

Shen Dang scoffed, "Bought? I made these."

Qiao Xi’s gaze shifted to his face, truly surprised, "You know how to make these?"

"Mmm-hmm." Shen Dang eyed her with irritation, "Apparently, you’ve underestimated me."

Qiao Xi pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, "No offense. I was just curious. So Boss Shen has such exquisite culinary skills."

What did those extremely attractive hands look like while cooking?