The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting Chapter 239 - You Are What You Eat

Chapter 239: You Are What You Eat

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Pfft, what’s so great about being the top student? It’s expected for a top student to be accepted. My acceptance, on the other hand, is considered capability,” Shui Anluo scoffed.

“You have a point there. Then you work hard on getting accepted.” Qiao Yaruan smiled evilly and ended the call.

After Shui Anluo hung up, her mood grew worse. Why did she have to ask advice from a top student?

Was she unsatisfied with the amount of attacks she has endured?

Chu Ningyi ca downstairs after his bath and stared at Shui Anluo who was sprawled on the desk like a corpse. His eyes drifted towards the phone on her desk and briefly wondered what she had been doing.

“Young Master, would you like to eat?” Maid Yu asked from the kitchen doorway.

“Wait a mont,” Chu Ningyi replied and walked behind Shui Anluo. He sat down on the couch and picked the little darling up. His movents were natural and proficient.

The little darling babbled a greeting to his daddy. He opened his little mouth and let out a bit of drool.

Chu Ningyi pulled a paper towel out and wiped his little mouth.

“You still have a choice,” Chu Ningyi said kindly.

Shui Anluo looked up sheepishly, she was staring into the distance with lifeless eyes.

She knows what Chu Ningyi had ant. She could still make a choice — stay at ho and take care of her child.

Chu Ningyi lowered his head and looked at Shui Anluo as if waiting for her reply.

Subconsciously, Chu Ningyi does not want her to choose to stay at ho. He wanted her to go to the hospital and he believed that she could ta his grandmother.

After all, this little girl has her share of foolishness that no one else had.

Shui Anluo focused her gaze before she knocked her head on the table again.

“No, I want to go to the hospital.” Shui Anluo took a deep breath. Regardless, she wanted to see the results after a bout of hard work.

Chu Ningyi smiled and stroked her head.

Shui Anluo was certain that she would not be able to absorb anything in her books and Maid Yu had served dinner. She then told Chu Ningyi about what had happened with He Xiaoran today.

Chu Ningyi raised his brow and stared at Shui Anluo who was hard at work raking her rice in. “Well, a fool does have a fool’s fortune. You’ve already subdued your mother-in-law so quickly.”

Shui Anluo looked up and rolled her eyes at him. Was that really her victory?

Was it not because his new fla and old lover were both huge letdowns so his mother had had no other choice?

“Shui Anluo, what’re you doing?” Chu Ningyi asked with a chill.

Shui Anluo imdiately stopped rolling her eyes and stared at him like a lackey. “Hehe, it’s calcium deficiency, my eyes refuse to listen to orders.”

“More like wit-deficiency,” Chu Ningyi continued with a scoff. “Maid Yu, make so pork heart broth for her tomorrow and see if she can beco more like her food.”

Maid Yu chortled.

Shui Anluo was enraged. “So I am what I eat? Why didn’t you ask for a human heart?”

“Heh...” Director Chu chuckled tactfully but Shui Anluo felt her tiny heart tremble.

“Look carefully at your own species,” Chu Ningyi continued with his venomous tongue.

Shui Anluo spat out blood. She then looked down and forcibly raked in her rice. She now believes that Yuan Jiayi had left him mostly due to his arsenic-coated mouth.

“What’re you mumbling about?” Chu Ningyi had never been a talkative person but whenever he saw Shui Anluo, he would feel uncomfortable if he went without attacking her with a few words.

It was a disease but there was no antidote!

Shui Anluo was furious. She rose to her feet, slamd her hand on the table and cried out in rage, “Director Chu, what’s the aning of this? Can anyone eat after you’ve doled out these wise words?”

Chu Ningyi looked indifferently at the table that she had shaken before sheepishly looking up at her.

Shui Anluo poked out her little bun-shaped face and glared right at him. She was not in the wrong anyway.

After a short mont, Chu Ningyi picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat calmly. “Maid Yu, add a bowl of pork brain soup tomorrow.”