My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 94 Are You Coming Home for Dinner Tonight?

Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Are You Coming Home for Dinner Tonight?

Qiao Xi smiled while pursing her lips, "No need to trouble yourself, a driver is coming to pick me up shortly."

Shen Dang’s dark eyes carried a hint of scrutiny, "Teacher Qiao, you seem a bit different today."

Qiao Xi, puzzled, asked, "Different how?"

Shen Dang, squinting his eyes, said, "Different in every way."

Qiao Xi felt he was stating something obvious.

She spoke coolly, "Boss Shen, as a busy man, you better hurry off to work."

Shen Dang put on a dark gray suit jacket and, after changing his shoes, he stood at the entryway looking at her, "I’m heading out."

"Goodbye."

Qiao Xi waved her hand slightly.

Shen Dang closed the door and left.

She really had changed today.

She had become much more polite towards him.

...Could it be because of that matter?

Qiao Xi sat on the sofa for a few minutes, and then the driver arrived.

As Qiao Xi got into the car, she was greeted by Bei Bei’s bright smile, "Good morning, Sister Xi. Did you have breakfast?"

Qiao Xi nodded, "Yes, I did."

Bei Bei said, "Then shall we head straight to the magazine cover shoot now?"

Qiao Xi looked down at her phone and absentmindedly hummed in agreement.

Qiao Xi had been collaborating with New Fashion magazine for two years now.

Her beauty and fashion presence were undeniable, which made her a favorite in the fashion magazines.

She preferred the big screen, and was relatively indifferent about other things, but that didn’t mean she slacked off at home when there were no films to shoot.

Being on the magazine cover meant recognition of her image, popularity, and personal brand value by the fashion industry.

Once an actress reached a certain level, she could land a series of high-end endorsements.

Like the international brand perfume Jian Yi endorsed, which was selected specifically for its commercial value.

Qiao Xi wasn’t as strong as Jian Yi in the advertising aspect.

Nevertheless, shooting for fashion magazines undeniably contributed to her career.

Upon arriving at the shoot location, Qiao Xi entered the studio to start makeup and changed into the clothes sent by the brand.

This time, she would shoot three different outfits, each with a distinct style but all stunning enough to make a splash.

It was foreseeable that this magazine cover featuring Qiao Xi would stir quite a reaction in the fashion world.

By the time all the shooting wrapped up, it was already afternoon.

Qiao Xi was so exhausted she collapsed into the car.

Bei Bei, looking at a few unedited photos sent by the photographer, couldn’t help but exclaim repeatedly.

They were incredibly beautiful and feminine!

At that moment, Qiao Xi’s phone in her bag rang.

"Bei Bei, could you grab my phone for me?" Qiao Xi didn’t want to move even a finger.

"Got it."

Bei Bei took out the phone and inadvertently glimpsed the screen as she handed it over.

Seeing the familiar number, Bei Bei instantly understood and looked at Qiao Xi with a meaningful expression.

Grinning, Bei Bei said, "Sister Xi, it’s your husband calling."

Qiao Xi glanced at her, her tone neutral, "Stop hanging onto the word ’husband’ all the time, you single girl."

She should’ve casually lied that this number was just a friend’s last time. Why did she have to say it was her husband?

Tilting her head, Bei Bei cheekily responded, "I could avoid saying ’husband’ and just call him ’brother-in-law’ from now on."

As if she would ever get a chance to meet Sister Xi’s husband.

It was mysteriously thrilling!

And the more mysterious, the more likely the person had a significant status.

"Don’t mess around, you don’t have a brother-in-law."

After picking up the call, Qiao Xi put the phone to her ear and lazily greeted, "Hello?"

Shen Dang asked in a low voice, "Will you come home for dinner tonight?"

Qiao Xi hesitated.

It sounded oddly like a husband asking his wife whether she would come home for dinner.

Firmly, Qiao Xi refused, "No."

Shen Dang was silent for a moment.

She added, "I have plans tonight."

"Okay," Shen Dang responded nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned whether he believed her or not.

A brief silence fell between them.

Just as Qiao Xi was about to hang up, Shen Dang’s indifferent voice came through again, "Then when Grandpa calls, I’ll say the same thing. If he asks, don’t slip up."

Shen Dang might have thought Qiao Xi was avoiding him.

Especially since he had been somewhat impulsive the previous night.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Why couldn’t he control himself?

Shen Dang unconsciously massaged his temples.

Qiao Xi frowned, "Grandpa will get a clear answer from me, you don’t have to worry—"

Before she could finish, Shen Dang hung up.

Qiao Xi was unexpectedly annoyed.

Frowning, she looked up and met Bei Bei’s eyes, which sparkled with curiosity.

Qiao Xi tapped her, "What are you doing?"

Resting her cheek in her hand, Bei Bei teased, "Sister Xi, you always look different when you talk to your husband, hehe."

Perhaps that’s what love looks like?

Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows, "Different how?"

"Just..."

Bei Bei thought for a while, but couldn’t come up with the right adjective.

She slapped her head, blaming her own lack of eloquence.

Bei Bei sighed, "Anyway, it just feels different."

Isn’t that like saying nothing at all?

"That’s well said, but don’t say it again next time."

A call from Boss Shen was enough to get her riled up; truly, no one else had that skill.

Time was also flying by, so instead of going home, Qiao Xi had the driver take her to a high-end restaurant.

"Bei Bei, you go back with the driver first; I’ll head home later."

Bei Bei waved to her, "Be careful then, Sister Xi."

"Sure."

Qiao Xi crossed the threshold into the courtyard.

From the outside, it looked like a regular Republic Era residence, but inside, it was another story.

A beautiful and lush courtyard lay in sight, complete with greenery and artificial hills, and red lanterns hanging under the pavilion, giving a sensation of stepping from hustle into a different realm.

A few minutes’ walk down the corridor, she saw the words "Tan Garden."

The hall inside was beautiful and elegant, decorated with various calligraphies and antiques.

It was clear the owner was not only wealthy but also cultivated.

Tan Garden’s only distinction was its steep prices and the necessity of a reservation in advance.

But given its excellent privacy, people of status frequented it, and Qiao Xi didn’t have to worry about her celebrity status leaking online.

After sitting down, she edited a message and sent it out: [I’ve arrived at Tan Garden.]

Chen Jiayan quickly replied: [I’ll be there soon, got held up by something. If you’re hungry, start without me.]

[Qiao Xi: No rush, I’m not in a hurry.]

It wasn’t long before Chen Jiayan arrived.

He wore a white shirt and black pants with a denim jacket over them, looking fresh and youthful, yet reliable.

Qiao Xi stood up, "Brother Jiayan."

Chen Jiayan smiled at her, "Take a seat, have you ordered?"

Qiao Xi shook her head, "Not yet, I was waiting for you."

Chen Jiayan ordered according to Qiao Xi’s preferences, and they started chatting leisurely.

He observed her, "Xixi, it’s been a while. You seem to have lost weight."

"It’s the usual with filming," Qiao Xi didn’t feel much different; she smiled and asked, "Brother Jiayan, how far have you gotten with that matter?"