Chapter 25 (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

In the living room, Ye Jiaqi was sitting restlessly on the sofa.

She didn’t know what she should be doing, so all she did was look around.

Nothing had really changed here.

Everything looked the same as three years ago. The murals, the vases, and all the other decorations were in their original positions.

The only difference was that the flowers in the vase were now a bouquet of lilies.

It wasn’t long before Qiao Sinian came in again.

Ye Jiaqi stood up immediately in a respectful manner.

Qiao Sinian passed by her before stopping his steps.

“Are you scared of me?”

His voice was deep, cold and had a certain feeling of magnetism to it.

“Master Qiao, do you want me to go upstairs to pack my things? There was nothing really in that room anyways, I could actually throw everything away.”

Ye Jiaqi thought that was the real reason he got her to come here.

It was that he wanted to tell her that she was no longer a part of the Qiao Residence.

Even her things were no longer allowed here.

“Throw everything away? You really know how to waste things.”

Ye Jiaqi heard the taunting in his voice and became extremely dissatisfied.

Would Qiao Sinian even care about those things?

“Master Qiao, I’m afraid your wife would not want to use the things that I’ve used before. If Master Qiao thinks it’s a waste, I will give it to the subordinates.” Ye Jiaqi said quietly.

With that said, Ye Jiaqi started walking upstairs.

Her bedroom was on the third floor. Qiao Sinian’s bedroom was on the second floor.

To get to the third floor, you had to pass the second floor.

She walked fast and didn’t want to stop for a single moment in the master bedroom.

She still remembered that night of three years ago.

A drunk woman is actually insane. As she thought about now, she really had the urge to just strangle herself for her having so much impulse.

Incidentally, Qiao Sinian read her mind.

“Move everything to my bedroom.”

Ye Jiaqi paused her step and held onto the railing to stop her hand from shaking.

“Master Qiao, I’m not a servant here. Can I call someone to help me?”

If she called someone for help, at least she didn’t need to go into the master bedroom again.