After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 638 - 388: _5

She wanted to see Xu Wei.

"I’m hungry."

Not having heard a response from Rong Qingze, Rong Yanqiao turned around, but at the moment she did, Rong Qingze threw another low remark at her.

Rong Yanqiao was taken aback.

As she stepped forward and was about to undress, Rong Qingze grabbed her hand, halting her action. In that moment, Rong Yanqiao understood that his hunger was literal.

Rong Yanqiao felt suddenly awkward, "I’ll go make you something to eat, it’ll take about an hour or so."

Rong Qingze said nothing, and she took that as his acquiescence.

She went downstairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator which was well-stocked with ingredients, and considering Rong Qingze’s frequent social work needs, she decided to make some stomach-nourishing dishes.

What she hadn’t expected was that, as she served the dishes on the table and was about to go upstairs to call him, she saw the woman she had met today at Yunruo Villa walking in from the entrance.

Song Yu was surprised to see Rong Yanqiao.

At this moment, Rong Yanqiao was wearing a dark blue apron.

Unlike their dazzling encounter earlier, the current Rong Yanqiao had a touch of domesticity about her.

But still!

For Rong Yanqiao to be here cooking for Rong Qingze, such a large villa surely wouldn’t be without a couple of cooks among the staff.

What was Rong Yanqiao’s intention doing this?

"My second uncle is upstairs."

Rong Yanqiao, sensing Song Yu’s gaze, proactively mentioned Rong Qingze to her.

Song Yu pursed her lips as if to say something, but Rong Yanqiao had already turned away.

Rong Yanqiao entered the kitchen with familiarity.

Song Yu, uneasy, went upstairs.

This was her first time here, and she had to persuade the security for a while before they allowed her in.

Having heard Rong Yanqiao say Rong Qingze was upstairs, she didn’t think much and went straight up. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She didn’t know which room belonged to Rong Qingze and, thinking to try her luck, Rong Qingze walked out of one of the rooms. He’d taken off his suit jacket and was just wearing a black shirt.

The top three buttons of the shirt were undone, and the cuffs rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

He looked casual yet exuded temptation.

Most importantly, there was his height advantage.

Song Yu instantly felt a sense of oppression.

Rong Qingze’s sharp gaze fell on her, "You come uninvited, for what purpose?"

"I want to help you. Is there anything I can do by your side? Qingze, I want to stay by your side all the time," Song Yu said with biting lips, slowly speaking in front of Rong Qingze.

In front of Rong Qingze, she was humble, not even daring to lift her head to look at him.

Rong Qingze sneered in disdain, "What can you possibly do for me? What do you think there is here that can be given to you? Can you cook or clean, or talk about collaborations and read documents?"

Song Yu was good at none of these.

A leftover woman in her late years, it was only for the face of Teacher Song that she had been brought along a few times, and now she actually took herself seriously.

With a hoarse voice, Song Yu said, "Although I haven’t really done any of the things you mentioned, I am willing to learn. Qingze, can you give me a chance? I am sincere. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have come to you on my own initiative."

As she spoke, Song Yu observed Rong Qingze’s expressions.

Rong Qingze’s smile lingered, "I don’t care about your sincerity; I don’t need it, and I don’t like people who take liberties."

"Alright then."

Song Yu realized his indifferent expression and said no more.

Song Yu went downstairs and just happened to bump into Rong Yanqiao again.

Their eyes met, and Song Yu was infuriated, but she couldn’t say anything to Rong Yanqiao, let alone do anything.

Seeing her coming downstairs alone, Rong Yanqiao asked, "Didn’t you tell my second uncle that the meal is ready? It’s time to eat, you..."

Rong Yanqiao did not know her name.

But she knew anyone closely associated with Rong Qingze was no ordinary person.

Moreover, a woman having access to his private villa significantly implied the nature of their relationship.

"Your second uncle will be down soon. I have something else to do, so I’ll take my leave." Song Yu cut Rong Yanqiao off before she could finish speaking, maintaining a certain pride before her.

Song Yu hurried away.

"Rong Yanqiao, why do you always take such liberties?"

A harsh voice came from a distance and grew closer.

Rong Yanqiao instinctively looked over to see Rong Qingze looking down from his height, a haughty figure descending the spiraling staircase.

Rong Yanqiao pursed her lips, "I figured since I was already cooking, if I didn’t say anything, it might make others doubt our relationship."

"So what if they do?"

Rong Qingze looked down on everything.

A mere Song Yu couldn’t influence him.

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