Chapter 1383: Your Wife

She casually pointed, “Then you can do it here.”

“Okay!”

Qiao Man replied happily, “Miss Nan, are you cooking too?”

“She isn’t; I’m cooking.”

Bo Yanching spoke up just in time, not even giving Nan Jiaojiao a chance to be embarrassed.

Reserved as he usually was around strangers, he went an extra step and explained, “At home, I’m the one who cooks.”

Qiao Man admired, “That’s really lovely.

Miss Nan is so lucky.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips twitched.

She couldn’t quite muster enthusiasm for Qiao Man, but thankfully, she behaved maturely and didn’t show her displeasure because of a certain someone.

Bo Yanching and Qiao Man remained in the kitchen, and Nan Jiaojiao, not trusting it, stayed back to assist.

Until Yaen Chi came over.

He brought two durians.

Bo Yanching handed two plates to Nan Jiaojiao, “Go have fun, peel the durians and put them on the plates.

Don’t hold back; eat if you want.

Yaen Chi is here to help me.”

Yaen Chi had just arrived, not even having had a sip of water.

He sensibly rolled up his sleeves and took over the unfinished work from Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao reluctantly left; Mo Tingshen was sitting on the sofa, yet he didn’t choose the single seat or the chaise nearby but sat on the central two-seater.

Even alone, he seemed to take up so much space.

Nan Jiaojiao usually lounged on the two-seater to watch cartoons.

Feeling embarrassed to ask him to move, she simply sat on the carpet.

Two durians had been peeled into two plates, piled high.

Nan Jiaojiao placed one on the dining table, kept one for herself, and took a big piece to eat.

Lu Zhenzhen had just come in, immediately drawn by the smell, the clack of high heels sounding, and remarked disdainfully, “Nan Jiaojiao, are you eating shit!”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head and wiped her mouth with a napkin, “Stop pretending, as if you don’t eat them too!”

This kind of talk needs clarity; otherwise, it can be misunderstood.

However, Lu Zhenzhen was too lazy to correct it, went to the hallway to change into slippers, tossed her car keys and bag on the counter, came over and kicked Mo Tingshen’s knee, “Excuse me, move over a bit.”

Mo Tingshen got up and moved to the single seat.

Lu Zhenzhen sat next to Nan Jiaojiao, “I’ve washed my hands, give me a piece.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at her disdainfully, didn’t hand over a piece, but pushed the plate over, “I have shit on my hands, take it yourself.”

“…” Lu Zhenzhen was silent for a moment, “Can you not gross me out to death?”

“So, are you going to eat or not?”

“Eat!”

Lu Zhenzhen took a piece, finished it and didn’t take more, wiped her hands with a napkin, casually glanced at the kitchen, her brows suddenly furrowing, she glared at Mo Tingshen, “Your wife is busy in the kitchen, why aren’t you helping?”

Mo Tingshen’s eyes drooped, “Whose wife?”

Lu Zhenzhen raised her brows in the direction of the kitchen, “Isn’t she?”

The marriage between the Mo and Qiao families shook the whole city, with everyone saying Mo Tingshen had given Qiao Man all the dignity, compensating her for becoming a vegetative state for those three years.

Any business or family with status in Rongcheng City received an invitation, and even business partners outside the city and overseas with Mo’s received an invite.

Under Mo Tingshen’s name, the industries led by Mo’s were celebrating the soon-to-be boss lady.

The buzz on Weibo was uncontainable, except for Mo’s entertainment company Shengchen that hadn’t shown any movement, sticking to posting routine work updates.

Observers noticed that since the wedding date was announced, the company’s Weibo hadn’t posted anything related to Chu Yao, as if she didn’t exist.

Yet, Chu Yao was trending heavily, not posted by the company, but exposed on the web through plenty of on-set leaks.