490 The Secret About the Past 108 (1/2)
Noticing the look of disappointment on her face, Mrs. An stood up all of a sudden and said, ”I'll go check if the blanket is still around.”
Mr. An really did manage to find the old blanket from the bottom of the closet.
She showed it to An Xiaoning happily and said, ”This was the blanket wrapped around you back then. I kept it because I found that the fabric seemed to be of superior quality. I could tell that it was expensive with just one glance.”
An Xiaoning reached out to take the blanket from her and nodded in acknowledgment. ”I'm taking this with me,” she said.
She then took out two wads of cash from her purse and said, ”Here's 20 thousand dollars, take it. I'm leaving now.”
Mrs. An hurriedly accepted it.
An Xiaoning left with the blanket, and the An family watched as her car vanished gradually.
”Mother-in-law and Father-in-law, you guys have such poor foresight. How could you mistreat such a capable daughter and send her to live in the mountains? If you hadn't done that, both of you would be enjoying a luxurious life now. Xiaonan and I would be able to live comfortably too. Look how youthful and radiant she looks. She's almost 30 years old but she looks even younger than me,” An Xiaonan's wife remarked, green with envy.
”If that had really happened, do you really think we'd have let Xiaonan marry you? There'd have been a long line of women waiting to marry him and your turn would have never come,” Mrs. An scoffed.
An Xiaonan's wife turned around and left.
Mrs. An humphed and lamented, ”I really regret sending her away.”
”What's the point of regretting it now? Don't dwell on it any further. We've long cut ties with her,” said Mr. An, who was standing beside her.
”Yeah…”
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After a long night of dreams, Ling Ciye woke up at almost eight o'clock in the morning.
The aroma of a delicious breakfast wafted up to his nose. He put on his clothes in an orderly manner and proceeded to freshen up.
He came out of the bedroom to see that there was a sumptuous breakfast spread on the dining table.
Ever since he began cohabiting with Jin Qingyue, she had been preparing breakfast for him every morning.
Although she did not have the best culinary skills, she had her own style of cooking.
He knew that she had never known how to cook but decided to pick it up for his sake.
On several occasions, he'd chanced upon the sight of her reading through cooking recipes while lying in bed.
He could feel her efforts and sincerity.
”Good morning, Brother Ciye,” Jin Qingyue greeted him while exiting from the kitchen with the glass of milk.
”Good morning.”
Jin Qingyue had her hair tied up into a half-ponytail. She removed her apron and sat down opposite him.
Both of them remained silent while having breakfast. Halfway into the meal, Ling Ciye spoke up. ”Do we have any plans for today?”
”I made an appointment with a five-star chef yesterday and I'm going to begin culinary lessons with him today. I used to find cooking such a hassle, but I've recently developed a sudden liking toward it.”
”I was just thinking of suggesting to you that we hire a servant if you find cooking too troublesome.”
Jin Qingyue waved and refuted, ”It's alright, I don't have much to do since I'm unemployed. It's not good to be idling about every day either. Don't stop me now that I've actually found a hobby I like.”
”Alright then. Since you enjoy cooking, I'll support you fully.”
”Ever since you agreed to try dating me, I surprisingly fell in love with cooking after the first time I cooked for you. Brother Ciye, I know you're a picky eater and have better culinary skills than I do, but being able to cook for you makes me so happy. Whenever it gets closer to the time that you're about to come home in the evening, it seems… it seems I would get exceptionally excited and elated,” she said, staring at him intently.