The passers-by are vicious

After tidying up her clothes, Jiang Wanwan got out of the car and walked straight towards the entrance without even looking at Han Zhixian.

Han Zhixian watched Jiang Wanwan's back as she entered the entrance. Only after she disappeared did he sit in the driver's seat and tidied his clothes.

Then, Han Zhixian lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and sat there in silence for several minutes.

Finally, he started the car and left the underground garage of the luxury apartment.

When Jiang Wanwan returned home, the apartment she lived in was a one-floor-per-unit apartment, so as soon as she opened the door, she saw Bai Yichen sitting on the sofa, reading a book attentively, seemingly engrossed.

It wasn't until Jiang Wanwan approached that Bai Yichen realized she had come back. He immediately stood up and gave her a sticky hug.

There is an exquisite dining table in the spacious and bright restaurant.

The table was filled with dishes, exuding an enticing aroma.

Bai Yichen, wearing an apron, was busy bringing the dishes to the table.

His movements were skillful and graceful, as if he was accustomed to this lifestyle.

Jiang Wanwan sat at the dining table, chopsticks in her hand, looking at Bai Yichen intently with a slight ripple in her eyes.

While eating the sweet and sour pork with pineapple, he praised the dish again and again.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Bai Yichen couldn't help but smile on his pretty face. His clear eyes seemed to be filled with autumn water and deep affection.

"You like me to do it for you every day."

However, Jiang Wanwan shook her head and said softly, "Don't work so hard. Let's hire a chef to cook."

She noticed that there was an obvious scratch on Bai Yichen's hand when he picked up food for her.

Bai Yichen used to be a nobleman who had never done housework, but now he has to cook by himself. Jiang Wanwan would naturally be a little worried.

After all, it would be a pity if such slender, white and beautiful fingers were left with scars.

Bai Yichen used to be a nobleman and didn't know how to cook. Even when he worked to pay off his debts after falling into poverty, he could only buy some rice balls to make ends meet.

I learned to cook Chinese food after living with Jiang Wanwan and found out that Jiang Wanwan didn’t like Korean food but liked Chinese food, so I went to learn it specifically.

At the beginning, I would cut my fingers every time. Now it happens less often, but I still get hurt every time.

Every time Bai Yichen suggested doing it every day, Jiang Wanwan would refuse.

Although she never feels sorry for others, Bai Yichen is her man after all.

Bai Yichen just needs to accompany her. He is not short of money, so he can just hire a chef to cook whatever she wants.

As if noticing Jiang Wanwan's gaze, Bai Yichen retracted his fingers, with a smile on his pretty face, "It's okay, I like to cook for you. And this little injury is nothing, it will heal in a few days."

When dinner was over and Jiang Wanwan went to the bathroom to take a shower, Bai Yichen was sitting on the sofa. There was no smile on his handsome face. He just had a melancholy look on his face as he applied ointment to his scratched finger.

While applying the medicine, he silently thought about what had just happened.

I almost cut my finger because I was distractedly thinking about... the basement garage while cooking.

After finishing the meal, Bai Yichen began to feel uneasy and couldn't help but think too much, because it was the first time that Jiang Wanwan asked another man to take her back to the apartment.

This made him feel a little uneasy and lost.

When he came to his senses, he had already scratched his finger with the knife, leaving a knife mark.

Bai Yichen looked at the fingers that were bleeding expressionlessly and just rubbed them with a tissue. He would be satisfied if Jiang Wanwan could show some concern.

He knew it was silly for him to think this way, but he just couldn't control his emotions.

When he came to his senses, he found that the ointment in his hand had been pinched into pieces by himself. After reacting, he wiped off the excess ointment with his hand and continued to wipe the wound on his finger carefully.

The wound on the finger was not too deep, but because too much force was used just now, it was squeezed a little bit and blood oozed out again.

Bai Yichen frowned and blew gently on the wound, hoping that it would not leave a scar, because Jiang Wanwan didn't like scars.

…………

Jiang Wanwan received an invitation from Cui Xiong for a family gathering, so she was applying lipstick in front of the mirror and couldn't help complaining, "It's just some boring party."

However, we can watch a show at every gathering, but I don’t know what’s good to watch this time.

Jiang Wanwan was in a good mood today. She walked into the villa gracefully, swaying her waist and wearing high heels.

She was holding a small white Chanel-style bag in her hand and wearing a pink long skirt that swayed gently with her steps, making her look very charming.

She glanced at the exquisite Patek Philippe watch on her wrist and found that she had arrived at her destination ahead of schedule this time.

So, Jiang Wanwan casually threw her bag onto the sofa beside her and prepared to sit down and play with her phone leisurely.

However, at this moment, a cup of hot coffee suddenly spilled on her, instantly soaking a large area of ​​her skirt.

There was not much expression change on Jiang Wanwan's pretty face, but she still raised her head and stared at the culprit with cold eyes.

I saw the beautiful woman still holding the coffee cup in her hand, standing there calmly, like a mute, without the slightest intention of apologizing.

"Who are you? If you did something wrong, shouldn't you apologize first?"

Jiang Wanwan looked the woman in front of her up and down, an arrogant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were cold and expressionless.

"I...I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." Lee Eun-hye, who was wearing a blue suit, replied calmly, as if she wanted to maintain her dignity and pride.

But her voice sounded stiff and her expression was stubborn, and people could not sense any sincerity at all.

Jiang Wanwan raised the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but sneer, "If an apology can really solve the problem, then what do we need the police for?"

Before she finished her words, she picked up the coffee cup on the tray held by the maid passing by without hesitation, raised her wrist slightly, and poured the coffee at Li Eun-hye.

The hot coffee splashed in the air and finally poured all over Lee Eun-hye's face and hair, and her body was also slightly wet.

But the maids around all lowered their heads and no one spoke.

Li Enhui wiped her face with her hand, feeling insulted. Just as she was about to raise the coffee cup in her hand to return the favor, the maid who had just pretended not to exist grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Cui Nanzhu seemed to have heard the noise and walked over quickly. He was wearing a gray suit with a red collar.

When he saw Jiang Wanwan's pink skirt soaked with coffee, he immediately understood what had happened.

There was a slightly worried look on his handsome face, and his deep eyes showed obvious concern, "Aunt, are you okay?"

Then, he bent down, carefully picked up the tissue with his slender fingers, and gently wiped the hem of Jiang Wanwan's skirt, his eyes focused, as if he was doing something sacred.