Zhang Hao’s nonchalant tone made Gu Yue feel even more annoyed.
If it weren’t for wanting to thank him, the Gu Family wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to do good deeds.
"Where are you now? I want to see you."
"Right now, I don’t have ti, I have to go out for groceries. If you need anything, co to my departnt tomorrow, I’ll definitely be there."
Gu Yue had wanted to say more, but in the end, she swallowed her words.
"Fine, but rember your words. I’ll co find you tomorrow at noon. If you’re not there, I’ll turn the place upside down."
Zhang Hao stopped the chit-chat, hung up the phone, dressed, and with so change in hand, he headed straight for the nearest market.
On his way, he checked with He Qianhui if she would be able to finish work on ti this evening.
If she could, he would cook a few extra dishes, but He Qianhui’s response was uncertain.
Recently, the company had a lot of business and overti was inevitable.
Hearing this, Zhang Hao suddenly felt that his current life seed a little different from what he had imagined.
On the day he moved in, he thought that from then on, he would be able to have dinner with He Qianhui, take walks together, and share life together.
Yet now, he was faced with endless work, never knowing when he would co back.
Reaching the market, Zhang Hao looked around, buying fish, crabs, shrimp, and so seasonal vegetables.
However, to his surprise, He Qianhui called him before he even got through the door.
There had been a change at the company, no overti needed.
It ant that in another twenty minutes, He Qianhui would be ho.
Zhang Hao was extrely excited and couldn’t help but quicken his pace, wanting to get everything ready before He Qianhui got back.
Half an hour later, He Qianhui arrived ho on ti, and the mont she entered, she was greeted by the sll of the cooking.
Without even bothering to change her shoes, she walked into the kitchen.
"It seems you can cook after all, pretending in front of that you know nothing."
"I’m just steaming the crabs and preparing the shrimp. How can this be considered cooking? You stir-fry a dish and then we can start eating," he said.
He Qianhui nodded and went back to the entrance to change into slippers.
"This morning when I got to the company, the attitude of a few of my coworkers had done a complete one-eighty, and one of them even asked which hospital you work at."
Zhang Hao looked at her curiously, "Oh, and what did you reply?"
"What else could I reply? Of course, I told them the hospital where you work, and she said it’s right across from her house. But that’s not the address of the new hospital. By the way, where is the new hospital located?" He Qianhui asked.
Zhang Hao had never told her, not on purpose, but because he felt it was trivial.
No one likes hanging around hospitals.
"I’m a practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine, not Western dicine. Health checkups aren’t my responsibility, and I can’t be of much help."
"And I have to go to work tomorrow. I don’t know if it will be busy; if it is, I might co ho late in the evening," he said.
He Qianhui put on an apron, "I know. Our company’s workload has increased recently, too. I’ve been worried that overti might make neglect you, but now it seems we’re both going to be equally busy."
Zhang Hao ca up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"But I don’t want to be this busy. I’m doing all this for our future because after all, you’re going to have two children for ."
Upon hearing this, He Qianhui couldn’t help but bow her head, only she knew how hot her cheeks were.
"Who said I’m going to have kids for you!" He Qianhui retorted playfully, yet didn’t pull away from Zhang Hao’s embrace.
"Do you actually want to cook or not? Aren’t you hungry?" she asked.
Zhang Hao shook his head, "I ate too much at lunch, still haven’t digested it, so I’m not really hungry."
He Qianhui anticipated his response and imdiately said, "Since you don’t have much of an appetite, then just watch eat."
"This crab looks big and fresh, it must taste good, so I’m claiming all of it for myself."
Ever since he’d moved in, Zhang Hao always felt that there was sothing about He Qianhui that constantly attracted him.
It felt like an aphrodisiac; whenever he saw her, he couldn’t help but want to be close to her.
At first, Zhang Hao’s hand was on He Qianhui’s waist.
Gradually, it beca restless, moving up and down.
He Qianhui had sensed sothing was off early on and instinctively wanted to resist, yet found no room to do so.
Zhang Hao slipped his hand inside the apron and unfastened the buttons of He Qianhui’s blouse.
He then pulled down her champagne pink bra.
The apron that covered her chest now seed like a bellyband.
He Qianhui quickly put down the knife in her hand and leaned on the cabinet with both hands.
"Hao, weren’t you letting cook? What are you doing?"
While saying this, He Qianhui was biting her own lip.
Zhang Hao’s hand, however, was on the softness in front of his chest, kneading it to his heart’s content.
"I don’t have an appetite for food right now, I only want to eat you."
With these words, He Qianhui’s brows slightly furrowed.
"Didn’t you just have this morning, why do you want it again?"
"Don’t you want it, too? You lived with my cousin for so many years, played with so many toys, doesn’t that prove you’re an extrely thirsty woman?"
"Now my thing is available for you to use every day, why aren’t you using it? Do I need to actively stir your desires?"
He Qianhui clenched her teeth; she didn’t want to acknowledge the truths Zhang Hao was voicing.
"You’re talking nonsense, I’m not... don’t... don’t touch there anymore."
He Qianhui’s body shuddered, unable to escape Zhang Hao’s hands.
Until Zhang Hao tore off the skirt around her lower body, her pert behind ca into view.
"You’re already this wet after just a few touches, still saying you don’t want it, let guess."
"When you arrived at the office this morning, soone must have told you that you looked radiant, right?"
By then, He Qianhui was already slightly lost in the ss of her emotions, but hearing Zhang Hao say that, she still didn’t want to answer.
Yet, the more silent she remained, the more it confird that Zhang Hao was not wrong.
"Seeing you return so happy today, I knew your colleagues must have said sothing to put you in a good mood."
"Hao, how co nothing escapes your eyes? Can we wait until after dinner? I’ll let you have your way with properly."
Zhang Hao didn’t care about any of that, he just turned off the stove and carried He Qianhui straight to bed.
Lying on the bed, He Qianhui still tried to get up but was pressed down by Zhang Hao’s weight.
"Don’t move, or I won’t let you have it anymore."
For the sake of a fulfilling sex life in the future, He Qianhui had to submit.
"Hao, you’re so bad, always threatening with this, and I frustratingly have no choice."
Zhang Hao said nothing more.
He began to kiss her through the apron.
He Qianhui couldn’t help but think back to the tenderness of that morning.
It seed that from now on, she had a stable and happy life ahead, one where she didn’t even need to ask for it!
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