Chapter 339: Feed My Husband a Birthday al
"So, he was sitting beside you?" he asked.
"Is that entertaining news?" Qian ng questioned.
The reporter nodded. "It's not part of the main interview, mind you. It's service to your CP fans," he said with delight.
Qian ng understood that. "I'll keep that in mind. People want pictures… it seems." She chuckled.
"But don't you think long trips away from each other will cause problems? My wife already fusses that I am not ho enough," he said.
Qian ng contemplated that. It was a reasonable problem couples had. "I don't know yet. I just married. How about I get back to you after a few decades of marriage?"
And with that, the conversation ended.
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Qian ng had never cooked a full al before, but she wasn't worried. How hard could it be? Growing up, she had seen her grandma and the nannies cook. It didn't look too difficult.
Qian ng wanted to give Mo Qingchen a grand birthday dinner. He probably hadn't had one in quite a long ti, if ever. And she wanted one, too. This was his first birthday since they got married and she didn't want to let the chance pass.
Actually, she had been planning this since the trip to Hong Kong. She just hadn't told Mo Qingchen about it. She wanted it to remain a surprise.
Since the interview, quite a few things had happened. The perpetrator who had made her fear for her life had been caught in the act. He had apparently set fire to one of the biggest private ports and had been caught on CCTV and identified. Shockingly, just when the owners of the port ca to claim damages, it turned out that they had paid this man to burn down the port and all the products in it! The ntioned owner of the port? Boor A and Boor B who were in cahoots.
Qian ng had only looked at Mo Qingchen curiously and known from his little smirk that he had designed the whole thing. Devious Dragon.
As the date for the reports of the external audit ca near, Qian ng got a lot of calls from the other shareholders. She usually spoke to them and then worked.
Since coming back to Shanghai, she had cut down on the excessive amount of etings with staff. They just sent her the conclusion in the form of minutes and resolutions. This worked just as well. Now that her company was a couple of years old, she could slowly let the others take over and only focus on the big things.
What happened when she cut down on the minor tasks she used to micromanage? She finished work on ti and even took her Saturdays and Sundays off. She could enjoy the ti nagging Mo Qingchen to eat and sleep or just watch him work from ho. Even Mo Qingchen seed to be taking to the new routine.
What people said was correct: when one is single, they can do things according to their wishes and prioritize everything over themselves, but when they are in a relationship, they need to rethink their priorities. And she quite liked these changes. The kickboxing sessions, the rituals of a married couple… they made her feel secure for the first ti in her life.
Also, her husband was kind of cute when he was not working.
Mo Qingchen hated the word cute and lord knew no one would dare use it to refer to him other than her.
Stubborn, arrogant, impatient, hot-headed, and aloof were a few words that ca to mind when thinking of Mo Qingchen. Cute would be the last word anyone would ever use to describe him.
Over the past couple of weeks, Qian ng had developed new words for him, words like playful, funny, passionate, and protective. No one saw that side of him except for her, he made sure of that. It certainly wasn't easy to get to this point with him.
They worked like hell for it, but that didn't bother either of them. It may sound cliché but it was completely true.
Which was exactly why she was standing in front of the kitchen, ready to feed her man a al he would never forget.
Birthdays had never been of much importance to her. She tried her best to do as she wished all throughout the year. But this ti, it was about giving Mo Qingchen a priceless mory.
Xiong Hua scurried out of the kitchen upon seeing her, eager to help. She wouldn't let Qian ng lift a thing. Even though Qian ng had personally gone shopping after checking if all the ingredients were at ho.
"I'm making a birthday al for him," Qian ng told her as if she couldn't tell by the bags of groceries in Qian ng's hand.
"Yes, I guessed," Xiong Hua bead happily.
"You did?" That surprised her since she hadn't told anyone about her idea.
Xiong Hua nodded. "When you went out in the morning, I figured you wanted to do sothing special for Mr. Mo. You're just on ti, I was about to start cooking. You can take over, though!"
Qian ng clapped her hand in enthusiasm. "You don't need to work harder because of ."
"Not at all," Xiong Hua shook her head. "I will leave after you finish cooking. I don't think Mr. Mo will co down. He also guessed what you were up to. He must think you will do a great job."
Qian ng could tell the other wanted to say more but held back. Xiong Hua couldn't hide how delighted she was though.
"I don't know about that. His standard for food is so high. No one can reach it."
Xiong Hua smirked knowingly. "Mrs. Mo, you've already climbed very high." She stopped. "I won't take up more of your ti. Would you like to show you where the other ingredients are?" she asked.
Qian ng shook her head. "I rember where everything is. I'll find my way," she reassured.
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