When I opened my eyes, my fox became a yandere villain

However, she tried her best to do so, but God did not make her happy because of it.

"I'm just...not reconciled, I've done so much, I'm willing to do anything, as long as it can make...make everyone happy, even if... I'm wronged, I'm also happy. But...but...why , Ah Qing, why... has it become like this?" Jiang Qibai burst into tears, pitiful and helpless.

Qingwu held Jiang Qibai's shoulders with both hands, "Qibai, you can't get good results by forbearance. You have endured too much, and you have too many worries. Guo Xirui is not a good man. It's not your fault, it's that Asshole's fault."

Jiang Qibai choked with sobs, "Did I...do something wrong? Ah Qing, tell me, what is wrong with me? Why...why did you treat me like this?"

Qingwu knew that she was in pain, not to mention seeing Gou Qi with her own eyes, even if she only saw someone coming out of Yan Chenjue's room, she would have wanted to kill someone.

She can understand how uncomfortable Qibai is now.

Qingwu also started to cry, but it made Jiang Qibai feel uneasy, she wiped away her tears indiscriminately, "Ah Qing, don't...don't cry, it's not good for...baby, don't cry."

However, Qingwu knew very well that she should let Jiang Qibai cry now and vent her emotions, so as to help her get better.

But she was also worried that Jiang Qibai was weak now, and she might faint if he cried too much.

Qingwu hurriedly took out the Qiankun bag from his arms, and took out several boxes of sour plum cakes and pipa cakes, "I like to eat sour ones now, and I don't know if you're used to them. Qibai, eat something first, and we'll eat slowly. Okay?"

Jiang Qibai was silent for a moment, not wanting to disappoint Qingwu.

She took two pieces of sour plum cake, gave one to Qingwu, and said, "You can eat it too. I heard people say that when you're pregnant...it's easy to get hungry."

Yes, Qingwu is very hungry now, and he has to pay attention to it all the time.

These pastries were also made by Mrs. Yu, and Qing Wu was asked to carry them with him in case of emergencies.

Qingwu nodded, and the two of them ate together.

Madam Yu's handicraft is very good, and the sweet and sour taste is also very appetizing.

Although Jiang Qibai had no appetite, he felt a lot more comfortable after eating a few pieces of pastries.

Soon, the two boxes of pastries were finished, Qingwu took out a few more boxes, "Qibai, you like to eat, these are for you to eat."

Jiang Qibai smiled sourly, "These cakes look unusual, they don't look like they were bought carelessly, were they made by Mr. Yan's mother...?"

Qingwu nodded, "Yes, mother asked me to bring food on the way. If you like it, I will ask mother to make more and ask Ah Jin to bring it to you."

Jiang Qibai shook his head with a slight smile, and said in a low voice: "You don't need to be so troublesome, it's good to eat once... this pastry has a kind of... mother's taste. Ah Qing, I'm really envious ...I really envy you, there is a person as dedicated as Young Master Yan...I like you, and Madam loves you so much...mother."

Qingwu knew that if she had a good life, it would only make Qibai feel that she was having a bad life. She felt that she should say something about her own misery, so that Qibai could have a sense of belonging, so that she could better vent her emotions.

Ever since, she told all the things that Yan Chenjue had lied to her earlier.

While talking, Qingwu himself began to cry uncontrollably.