Song Song has been at the Xiao Family for four whole days, and after her secret observations, she finds nothing has changed.
Every dish tastes the sa. Four years ago, Xiao Jinghuai often ate the food she cooked, so to prevent him from recognizing it, she got soone else to take her place during these four days.
The kitchen at the Xiao Family rivals that of a five-star hotel; it’s equipped with everything imaginable. No wonder so many people are desperate to get in, seeing its prestige, who wouldn’t want to co in and take advantage?
However, Song Song isn’t interested in that; her goal is Xiao Jinghuai, to make him fall for her.
Just the thought of it seems exhausting. Although she’s inside now, she can’t get close to him at all.
Forget about flirting, she doesn’t even have the opportunity to talk to him.
Just then, she felt soone patting her on the shoulder from behind. "Hey! You don’t look particularly striking, but your cooking skills are impressive. Thanks for your help before. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have gotten so much reward!"
Although Song Song deliberately made the food taste very different from her usual standard, she was still worried that the incredibly perceptive Xiao Jinghuai would notice, so she opted to swap dishes with others just to be safe.
As a result of eating the swapped dish, the other party received lots of rewards, leading to the current situation.
"You’re welco." Song Song always talked very little, both in the kitchen and in the dormitory.
"By the way, if you’re not here for the money, what are you here for?" the other person asked curiously.
Just as Song Song was about to reply, "None of your business," the other person exclaid, "Could it be that you’re here for Xiao Jinghuai too? Are you also that kind of person?"
"What kind of person?"
"Gay!"
"You know, yet you still talk to . Aren’t you afraid...?" Song Song deliberately teased.
The other person indeed got scared and imdiately shut his mouth, turning away to focus on his work.
A set of hurried footsteps entered the room. Several of the busy people in the kitchen looked up to see Housekeeper Zhang standing at the doorway. He spoke with a serious expression, "There’s a guest at ho today, so make sure the dishes you prepare are exquisite, Miss Qiao pays a lot of attention to the appearance of the dishes."
Song Song frowned, Miss Qiao? Qiao Yu?
Just as she was about to ask for clarification, Housekeeper Zhang hurriedly left.
"Hey! Have you all heard? Whenever this Miss Qiao cos, Housekeeper Zhang always cos to the kitchen to give special instructions. It seems this Miss Qiao’s identity is extraordinary."
"Isn’t it said that the head of the Xiao Family likes n? How extraordinary can this Miss Qiao be, she won’t be the mistress here anyway."
"That’s where you’re misunderstanding! Nowadays, wealthy people do such things. They’re afraid there are too many won around coveting them, so they spread false information externally, claiming they like n..."
"Crack!"—
The sound of sothing breaking.
Song Song hadn’t yet reacted when a bunch of n looked at her hand, only then did she realize she had actually broken a stick.
"Damn! Are you a monster? You really are strong!"
"God, can’t afford to ss with you, king of strength."
"You’re such a scary man."
"..."
Song Song couldn’t be bothered with them. Her mind was filled with thoughts about Xiao Jinghuai and that Miss Qiao—
No way, tonight she must investigate the situation.
If he has already found a new love, she will imdiately turn around and leave!
...
Even though it’s dormitory accommodation, each person has their own single room, which is a lot more convenient for Song Song.
Seeing the clock on the wall pointing at midnight, she imdiately jumped off the bed, grabbed the nightwear, and put it on. Then, she covered her face, moving out like a cat.
Following the route in her mory, she arrived under the master bedroom window, raised her head to look up and clamped the prepared short knife in her mouth, then jumped upward—
Luckily, the master bedroom is on the third floor, otherwise, she might have died from exhaustion.
She pried open the window with the short knife, then lightly jumped inside. With the moonlight, she saw the man lying alone on the bed, breathing steadily, with a calm deanor.
Unable to resist, she wanted to approach, step by step, she moved closer—
Until those cool lips were just below her.
She suddenly realized she might have beco a flower thief.
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