??Chapter 1145: 1125, Extra Story Seventeen (7)
Chapter 1145: 1125, Extra Story Seventeen (7)
“Cooking?” Xi An’an was astonished.
Is that all he’s asking for?
The CEO of JK International, of all people, surely isn’t lacking soone to cook for him.
What does this an?
Quan Tianqi softly humd in agreent, “That’s right.”
“Why?” Xi An’an asked.
She lifted her head, her surprised expression fully captured by Quan Tianqi, who smiled faintly, “Why what?”
Xi An’an locked eyes with him, “Why do you want
to cook a al for you?”
“Can’t you cook?” Quan Tianqi still didn’t answer her question directly, changing the subject suddenly, as after all, his mother was indeed a kitchen assassin.
Xi An’an admitted without any guard, “Yeah, I can.”
“Then that settles it. You can cook a al for
as a way to repay the favor for that ti with the clothes,” Quan Tianqi concluded decisively, leaving Xi An’an dizzy with confusion.
Xi An’an still felt sothing was off, “Wouldn’t it be fine if I just treated you to a al? My cooking skills can’t compare to those of a restaurant chef; are you sure you want to eat it?”
The dishes she could make were just so ordinary ho-cooked als, and they certainly couldn’t compare to the skills of those chefs.
Quan Tianqi smiled with lifted lips, “Food cooked by you would be more sincere.”
“Huh?”
“If you agree, I can help you with the favor you ntioned just now,” Quan Tianqi pressed on, seeing her hesitant expression.
“You can really help
see my great-grandfather?” ntioning the senior Mr. Xi, Xi An’an’s face revealed a noticeable softening.
Quan Tianqi slightly raised his dark brows, his mouth curving into a teasing smile, “Since you’ve co to
for help, doesn’t that an you’re certain I can be of assistance?”
He was delighted that she thought of him first for any issue.
Hearing this, Xi An’an hastily lowered her head, her fingers twisting at the hem of her clothes, “Alright, I agree to the condition you just proposed.”
“Then tomorrow afternoon,” Quan Tianqi blurted out without context, and Xi An’an was montarily stunned, “What?”
Quan Tianqi didn’t offer her an explanation, his sculpted lips curving into a devilish smile, “It’s getting late; I’ll take you back. Where do you live?”
Xi An’an gave the na of her hotel, and Quan Tianqi started the car and drove off.
Under the streetlights, the sports car stopped in front of the hotel’s main entrance.
Xi An’an opened the car door and got out, closed the door behind her, turned around, bent down, and leaned on the car window edge looking at the man inside.
“Thank you.”
Quan Tianqi tilted his head slightly, a warm smile on his face, “Go to the hospital tomorrow; rest assured, no one will dare to stop you.”
Xi An’an smiled back, “Okay.”
After a night of light rain, the sky cleared up.
Because Mr. Xi’s condition was very unstable, and the doctors had issued a critical illness notice, the Xi family mbers had all rushed over early in the morning.
Only, what exactly they were all scheming in their hearts, well, that remained unknown.
When Xi An’an arrived, the entrance to the ward was crowded with mbers of the Xi family; even relatives who were seldom involved showed up.
Seeing this situation, Xi An’an’s heart skipped a beat, guessing that the senior Mr. Xi’s condition must be dire.
As if they were natural enemies, every ti Xi Yu saw Xi An’an, she would act arrogantly, as if invigorated.
“Xi An’an, what are you doing here again? Didn’t get kicked out yesterday, so you’ve co to humiliate yourself today?” The aggressive words ca with undisguised contempt.
Xi An’an glanced at her indifferently, when suddenly her phone in her pocket started ringing.
She took out her phone and put it to her ear. The man’s clear and cold voice ca through, “You’ve arrived at the hospital?”
Having heard this voice a few tis, Xi An’an still found it damnably pleasant, and she humd in affirmation.
On the other end, Quan Tianqi toyed with a pen, his gaze deep and unfathomable, “Is Xi Yuan there?”
“Yeah,” Xi An’an glanced at Xi Yuan out of the corner of her eye, “He’s here.”
Quan Tianqi, “Give him the phone, tell him to take the call.”
Xi An’an walked over to Xi Yuan and handed him the phone, “Soone wants to talk to you.”
“Xi An’an, what kind of ga are you playing now?” Xi Yu couldn’t help but sneer sarcastically, seeing Xi An’an ignoring her all this ti.
Xi An’an completely blocked out her words and looked steadily at Xi Yuan, who after giving her a once-over, took the phone.
“Who is this?”
Quan Tianqi leaned back, his dark eyes narrowed, “This is Quan Tianqi.”
A few simple words heavily struck Xi Yuan’s heart.
Quan Tianqi!
He beca serious, never before seen solemnity on his face, “CEO Quan.”
Although young, the man undoubtedly had the capital to command respect.
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