Chǔ Róng seized the opportunity, grabbed his luggage, and entered the house. He surveyed the layout, found his room, and put his luggage inside.
Quán Jiǔ pulled the two children into the house and happened to see him coming out of the room.
Quán Jiǔ frowned, "Since it was a misunderstanding, you should go back to your own home."
"Where you and the children are, that's where home is," Chǔ Róng said, opening the refrigerator and putting all the vegetables and fruits he had brought from his own refrigerator into it.
Quán Jiǔ suppressed her temper and pushed the two children, saying, "Be good, go into your rooms first. Mommy needs to talk to this uncle."
Mími and Tú Tú obediently returned to their rooms, but after closing the doors, the two little rascals tacitly opened them a crack, just enough to see everything in the living room.
Considering the children were present, Quán Jiǔ didn't speak loudly, "Our relationship should not be one where we live together."
"You and I are husband and wife, why not?" Chǔ Róng took out the marriage certificate.
Quán Jiǔ was speechless for a moment, "This is my house, and I don't allow you to live here together."
"The house opposite is also yours, and the house in Shù Jǐng is also yours," Chǔ Róng turned to look at her, "The villa belongs to our parents, and the old house belongs to Grandpa."
I have nowhere to live, what are you going to do about it?
Quán Jiǔ laughed in anger, "The CEO of the vast Chǔ Group doesn't even own a house?"
"No."
"It's none of my business if you don't have one, you leave now," Quán Jiǔ said, annoyed.
Chǔ Róng took a step forward, closing in on Quán Jiǔ, and said slowly, "What do you want to eat for lunch? Sweet and sour pork ribs? Mapo tofu? Wood ear mushroom and sliced pork?"
Quán Jiǔ suddenly thought of the varied three meals a day over the past two months. The words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.
No wonder the food tasted a bit familiar when she was recording the program.
He was so busy with work, yet he still got up early and stayed up late to prepare three meals. What was he thinking?
Quán Jiǔ wanted to ask, but ultimately didn't. What he was thinking didn't matter. What mattered was that five years ago, she had decided to remove this person from her life.
She went to the newly prepared room, carried two bags of luggage out, and left them at the opposite door.
Chǔ Róng acted as if he didn't see it, leisurely took a piece of pork tenderloin from the refrigerator, and walked into the kitchen.
"You get out," Quán Jiǔ said, pushing him when he didn't leave.
Chǔ Róng's lips curved upwards, "Are you trying to outmuscle me?" As he spoke, he squatted slightly and swept Quán Jiǔ up into his arms.
Quán Jiǔ exclaimed in a suppressed voice, "Put me down quickly."
Chǔ Róng carried Quán Jiǔ to the living room, placed her on the sofa, and then went back into the kitchen.
Quán Jiǔ angrily rushed into the kitchen again, and after a moment, was carried out once more.
She was numb, glaring resentfully at Chǔ Róng's back. This was truly a scoundrel.
Fragrance soon wafted from the kitchen, and the two children came out at the opportune moment, tentatively circling around Quán Jiǔ.
Quán Jiǔ didn't want the children to see her emotions. She smiled on the surface, but her heart was filled with a surge of anger. She simply picked up her laptop and worked in the living room, waiting for an opportunity.
But she seemed to have underestimated this man's endurance, because for the next two days, no, to be precise, until Monday morning, she hadn't waited for Chǔ Róng to voluntarily step out of the house.
Of course, that was a story for later. For now, Quán Jiǔ was patiently waiting for her chance.
She waited and waited, ate lunch, took a nap, played games with the children, ate dinner again, and finally, at nine o'clock sharp, called the two children to bed.
She didn't get her wish of Chǔ Róng leaving. Instead, she watched him say goodnight and retreat into the room she had vacated overnight.
She angrily stormed into Chǔ Róng's room. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the man half-naked inside, his perfect muscle lines outlining a strong and powerful physique.
Just one glance was enough to defeat her.
Quán Jiǔ closed the door and fled back to her room in a panic.
Forget it, she'll fight that scoundrel tomorrow. She comforted herself like this, then washed up, got ready, and went to bed.
Perhaps it was due to something on her mind, but she woke up at eleven o'clock. Quán Jiǔ felt a bit thirsty, so she got up to get some water. To her surprise, when she reached the living room, she saw Chǔ Róng, still half-naked, standing by the refrigerator.
She was both surprised and angry, "What are you doing wandering around half-naked in the middle of the night?"
Chǔ Róng looked innocent, "I don't have pajamas."
Pajamas, the pajamas must be in the luggage bag, which she had thrown out.
Quán Jiǔ calmly walked over, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator with a blank expression, "Then go back."
Chǔ Róng took the mineral water from her hand, unscrewed the cap, and put it back into her hand, "Back to your room?"
Quán Jiǔ, pushed to her limit, threatened, "If you don't leave, I'll call the police and report you for trespassing."
Chǔ Róng took out his phone from his pocket, opened a text message, the meaning was self-evident.
Quán Jiǔ was frustrated, but then she thought, I don't believe you'll never leave.
She turned and went back to her room.
...
The next day, she woke up naturally at seven o'clock.
Quán Jiǔ stretched and walked out of her room, only to smell the aroma of steamed buns. She quickly went to the living room and saw a tall figure in the kitchen.
"You're up so early? Breakfast will take a little longer, go back to sleep," Chǔ Róng said with a slight smile.
Quán Jiǔ was about to ask him what time he woke up, but swallowed her words: No, she couldn't be soft-hearted, couldn't give him an opening.
"What do you want me to do to make you leave?" she asked.
"Do you want the porridge to be thicker or thinner?"
"This is my home, you can't just barge in like this," Quán Jiǔ's anger flared.
"Have some hot porridge to warm your stomach first," Chǔ Róng said, holding half a bowl of porridge in front of Quán Jiǔ. He scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and then offered it to Quán Jiǔ's lips.
Quán Jiǔ was completely enraged by his attitude. She resisted and waved her hand, hitting the rim of the bowl. The bowl tipped over, and the porridge spilled out.
Most of the scalding porridge spilled onto Chǔ Róng's hand, but he quickly caught the bowl that was about to fall to the ground and said gently, "If you don't want porridge, how about walnut and peanut milk or soy milk?"
Quán Jiǔ saw that the back of his hand was already reddened by the burn. She pursed her lips and said nothing. After Chǔ Róng turned to go back to the kitchen, she hesitated for a moment before going to the living room to get the first-aid kit and finding a tube of burn ointment.
"Apply it yourself," she said, throwing the burn ointment in front of Chǔ Róng.
Chǔ Róng smiled slightly and comforted her, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."
Quán Jiǔ glared at him irritably, "Who's worried? What does it have to do with me."
"Do you want to drink soy milk? I'll make you soy milk," Chǔ Róng asked while applying the ointment.
"No need, it's best if you leave here."
With these words, Quán Jiǔ returned to her room, feeling stifled.
After applying the ointment, Chǔ Róng called Wáng Xiāo.
"Send all the documents that need to be processed recently to 1004."
1004? Boss, aren't you staying in 1003?
Wáng Xiāo wanted to confirm again, but the call had already been hung up. With no other choice, he rushed to the company.