Chapter 175 - Brown Paper Bag (1/2)

As expected, Xian Zihao already knew her quite well …

Jiang Ruolan immediately stood up and walked into their bedroom. Her body right now felt like it had been hit by a fatal nerve.

When she woke up, it was already the middle of the night. The lights in the living room seemed to be on. Jiang Ruolan got up and walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she saw a familiar brown paper bag on the coffee table.

She was stunned. Slowly she walked towards the brown paper bag. She picked it up and opened it to find the photos she had placed in the office drawer.

How did these photos end up in Xian Zihao's hands?

As she was wondering, she caught a glimpse of his figure coming down the stairs.

”Why are these photos in your hands?”

Xian Zihao glanced at her hand and said in a calm and gentle voice, ”Xiong Ruogang saw it when she was rummaging your office drawers. She immediately sent it to me.”

Jiang Ruolan tightened her grip on the brown paper bag. She never intended to tell Xian Zihao about unpleasant things that happened in her past. As long as she can live well every day, that was enough.

”There's meat porridge in the kitchen. Go eat it.” Xian Zihao walked towards Jiang Ruolan wearing a light blue cotton housedress. The fresh scent of his body pierced her nose. He must have taken a shower while she was asleep.

Xian Zihao took the brown paper bag in her hand and signaled her with his eyes to go to the kitchen.

Jiang Ruolan paused and tried to get the brown paper bag back, but the concern in Xian Zihao's eyes told her that he did not want her to touch it again.

Jiang Ruolan was no longer stubborn, nodded his head, and went to the kitchen. Of course, she noticed that Xian Zihao had just heated the porridge, one serving for each. He may have already had dinner, so this porridge was specially cooked for her.

Jiang Ruolan smiled at the feeling of being cared for like a child. She was afraid that she would become addicted.

Xian Zihao was still holding a brown paper bag as he walked up the stairs. Jiang Ruolan suddenly turned and looked at him. ”Zihao, these photos don't need to be destroyed. I am not so weak. They are just some painful memories. These photos are a scene that I witnessed twenty years ago. I have been alone all this year, do you think I would be scared of these pictures?”

Xian Zihao indifferently glanced at her before retracting his gaze. His lips moved slightly as he sighed with a slight sense of regret and heartache, ”With me here, you won't be alone in the future.”

With that, he went upstairs.

'With me here, you won't be a single person in the future.'

Jiang Ruolan held the bowl in her hand tightly and smiled warmly.

She only saw the photos the first time she found them and kept them in her desk drawer while covering it with a brown paper bag. She never dared to see those pictures again.

Usually, no one will touch her drawer. But these days, Xiong Ruogang has taken over her job, so when she needs information, she will naturally use her keys to open the drawer and search for its contents. In the end, these photos really fell into Xian Zihao's hands. Was it destined?

When Xian Zihao came down again, Jiang Ruolan was still sitting on the sofa with the remaining half of the porridge, lost in thought.

”If you don't eat it now, it will get cold.”

At the same time, he took the bowl in her hands and scooped some of it with a spoon. He placed it next to her mouth and teased, ”It looks like you want me to feed you?”

Jiang Ruolan came back to her senses. Embarrassed, she tried to snatch the bowl back. ”No need. I was just thinking about something.”

However, Xian Zihao didn't let her snatch it away. He looked at her with a hint of teasing and maintained the posture of feeding her. ”Open your mouth.”

Jiang Ruolan's face immediately flushed red. She was embarrassed, but looking at his natural expression, she immediately took a bite. As she swallowed the porridge, Xian Zihao held back his laughter. He looked at her with a satisfied smile.