Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293: What does this woman mean?
He was soaked to the skin and needed a hot shower to change into clean clothes and dry his handsome hair, but Chang Qinghua’s home didn’t
have his clothes. But in this damned weather, where else could he go except upstairs?
So Ji Qishu went up.
Chang Qinghua had never changed the apartment’s password; he entered it and easily gained access.
Once inside, he headed straight for the bathroom.
After the shower, he felt a lot better. Ji Qishu used the shower gel that Chang Qinghua usually used. It had a fragrant scent, suitable for women but not for men. But he had no choice, so he just made do with it.
When he washed his face, he used Chang Qinghua’s towel.
When he wiped his feet, he used Chang Qinghua’s towel.
Ji Qishu had a cleanliness obsession and wouldn’t easily use other people’s things, but with Chang Qinghua, he didn’t give a damn. He’s used her stuff hundreds of times, so why would he care about minor details?
If it weren’t for his self-restraint, he almost used Chang Qinghua’s electric toothbrush.
After the shower, Ji Qishu wrapped himself in Chang Qinghua’s bath towel and went to the dressing room, hoping to find one of her clothes to slip on. Anyway, no one would know he’s wearing women’s clothes at home. In the morning, he’d just ask his assistant to bring him clothes.
But when he opened the door to the dressing room, he was left in a daze.
The clean and tidy dressing room surprisingly had half filled with men’s clothes — shirts, suits, ties, even underwear!!!!
Whose could they be?
Ji Qishu was furious. Had she already let some guy move in and even bought all these things for him?
Ji Qishu was nearly set ablaze!
No matter how short of clothes he was, Ji Qishu would never wear someone else’s clothes, wait a minute…
Why did these clothes look familiar? Isn’t this the brand he liked to wear the most?
This brand was particularly niche, virtually unobtainable in the market. He’d always had them custom-made. The designer had an interesting trait: anything he crafted would have his logo behind the shirt’s collar, with a number below to denote the year the piece was made.
Ji Qishu took a look; the year turned out to be two years ago.
Wait a minute, aren’t these his clothes?
After suppressing the flames of jealousy, Ji Qishu carefully examined all the men’s clothes and found out all of them were his, even the underwear size was his!
These were the clothes he left in the house before he and Chang Qinghua divorced; he thought she had dealt with them a long time ago. In reality, she had kept them all this time?
What did this woman mean by doing this?
They’ve been divorced for two years. Why keep his clothes at home? Did she use them when she couldn’t sleep at night?
Well, shit, Ji Qishu cursed himself for having a dirty mind.
But, well, which man doesn’t have a filthy mind? He instantly floated away with the thought.
What man doesn’t hope his ex-wife still longs for him, even regrets divorcing him? This feeling was exhilarating!
After putting on clean clothes, Ji Qishu couldn’t resist knocking on the study door, wanting to ask her why she still kept them. He wanted to see her frustrated, defeated face, but unfortunately, despite pushing twice, he couldn’t open the study door.
The study door was locked from the inside by her.
With a sense of regret, Ji Qishu went to the living room and curled up on the living room sofa to sleep.
But he couldn’t fall asleep, lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading comics. After a while, he sent a WeChat message to Tang Zhou, saying that Chang Qinghua’s dressing room still held his clothes. What did this mean?
Tang Zhou, far away in a foreign land, was in a time zone where it was daytime on his side.
Tang Zhou replied quickly, “What else could it mean? Unresolved feelings, I suppose. But why are you at Chang Qinghua’s place? At this time, domestically, it should be late at night. Are you two sleeping together again?”
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