Chapter 158: Do You Dislike Me That Much

“I, I was looking for you.

Your mom said you had come here, and, I was thinking that as my sister is getting married from here tomorrow, it wouldn’t be right if nobody from her maiden home was present, so I…”

Ye Shiqing’s hesitant and fumbling words were accentuated to the extreme.

In just a few sentences, she frequently glanced towards Nan Jiaojiao, as if terrified of upsetting someone.

Her cautious and cowardly demeanor was as if she was always in such a difficult situation.

“If my sister is unhappy, I’ll just leave.”

As she spoke, she undid her apron and placed down the spatula, putting on her shoes as well, but her movements became increasingly slower.

No one called out to stop her, and she felt awkward not being able to exit the scene, gripping the doorframe and looking back before starting to speak, her eyes welling up with tears first.

“Sister, do you really dislike me that much?”

“Jiaojiao.” Shen Shichu also looked towards Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at the corner of her lips slightly, her chilly eyes filled with a growing coldness.

Although she wasn’t trying to be deliberate, one could sense the sarcasm through her gaze.

With a mocking smile, she asked, “Are you still eating noodles?”

“Since Shiqing has made dinner, let’s eat together.

There’s no need to go through the trouble of cooking noodles.”

Shen Shichu waved towards the door, “What are you waiting for?

Why aren’t you coming in?”

Ye Shiqing followed the cue and changed her shoes again, her nose sniffing a couple of times: “Thank you, sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t respond, the sneer at the corner of her lips deepening.

She had to make sure of the way to find the dining room as she walked inside, whereas Ye Shiqing ran ahead, eagerly pulling out two chairs.

“Brother Chu, sister, take a seat.

There’s one more soup, I’ll bring it right out,” she said.

Ye Shiqing ran back to the kitchen and came out with a clay pot in her hands, walking unsteadily, suddenly gasping.

Shen Shichu dashed over in a hurry, taking the clay pot from her hands.

In his rush to put it down, some soup spilled out.

He didn’t even glance at it, but immediately grabbed Ye Shiqing’s hand to look at it.

“How could you be so careless?

Didn’t we buy thermal gloves?”

Ye Shiqing laughed, “I was worried you both might be hungry, so I was in a rush and forgot to wear them.”

Shen Shichu ruffled her hair with a loving demeanor, “You really are a silly girl.

Don’t be like this in the future.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Ye Shiqing lifted her face to him with a smile, sweetly deceitful.

The moment the man turned around, her gaze shifted to Nan Jiaojiao’s face, and she couldn’t suppress the sneer of schadenfreude in her eyes.

Unfortunately for her, Nan Jiaojiao didn’t give her the chance for their eyes to meet.

She glanced at the dishes on the table and said meaningfully, “Nice skills.”

Ye Shiqing: “Sister, you misunderstand.

It wasn’t I who cooked, it was delivered from a restaurant.

Sadly, it got cold, so I reheated it several times, waiting for you to come back.”

Shen Shichu tried to smooth things over, “Shiqing meant well.

Let’s sit down and eat.”

“You eat.

We can talk after you’ve finished.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned and walked away, but then looked back from the living room, “Mind if I take a seat on the couch?”

Shen Shichu’s expression stiffened, and he managed a strained smile, “What are you saying?

This is originally your home; you can do as you please.”

“Thank you.” Nan Jiaojiao remained polite with him, choosing a single-seater sofa to sit down on.

As soon as she turned around, Ye Shiqing threw herself into Shen Shichu’s arms and stole a kiss on his lips.

Shen Shichu pushed her away, yet his hand remained on her shoulder.

He hastily turned to look at the back of Nan Jiaojiao’s head and whispered sternly, “Stop it!”

Ye Shiqing became even bolder, her hand wandering downwards, purposely provoking him.

She yanked his neck down, her lips close to his ear, “I want to sleep with you tonight.”

Shen Shichu pinched her waist hard.