Chapter 40

Qiao Muting's expression was a little unnatural.

Perhaps the matter he wanted to discuss made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In any case, having arrived at Xinghai Villa, Shu Xia was not in a rush and waited quietly for him to speak.

"Today's matter was my lack of thorough consideration, and I also had a misunderstanding about you. I apologize."

Qiao Muting's naturally cool voice did not seem very suited for saying these apologetic words.

He had misunderstood her and Fu Chenyan as being entangled, and she was indeed somewhat angry.

However, now that she heard him apologize, her anger completely vanished, "It's alright."

"Actually, we could go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to file for divorce, and we can get the divorce certificate after the one-month cooling-off period. Even if we divorce, we can keep it from Qiao Nainai, and I will still go to take care of Qiao Nainai often." Shu Xia felt that this matter could have a win-win solution.

Qiao Muting frowned, "The moment we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file for divorce, Qiao Nainai will know."

"Therefore, let's stick to the original agreement and divorce after three years."

Shu Xia blinked, looked at him craftily, and teased with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I might really set my sights on you, and the Qiao Group behind you? What if, within three years, you accidentally fall for me so hard that you can't live without me and refuse to divorce?"

Did he really think she had no temper?

She did say it was alright, but that didn't mean he could just terminate the agreement whenever he said so, or continue it whenever he said so.

Did he think she hadn't noticed that he guarded against her as if she were a thief?

Was he just afraid that she might accidentally steal him away?

Qiao Muting's handsome face showed some unnatural embarrassment, "Falling for you is absolutely impossible, so put your heart at ease. On the day the agreement expires, not a single cent of the ten million promised in the contract will be missing."

Shu Xia shrugged, "For the sake of Qiao Nainai, I'll let it slide this time. If next time you still don't understand the full story and just use a photo to slander me, then we will terminate the contract immediately."

Qiao Muting's face darkened, "Fine."

After the conversation ended, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding; they got out of the car together and returned to the villa one after the other.

Shu Xia was a bit hungry, having not managed to eat dinner, so she walked toward the kitchen and politely asked Qiao Muting, "I'm hungry and am going to make dinner, do you need me to make a portion for you?"

Qiao Muting stopped his ascent on the stairs.

His pitch-black, bottomless pupils looked toward Shu Xia.

Shu Xia caught Qiao Muting's gaze unexpectedly.

Qiao Muting looked away extremely quickly, "Okay, please make a portion for me, thank you."

"Then come downstairs in half an hour." After Shu Xia withdrew her gaze, she sighed inwardly; Qiao Muting was indeed very handsome!

He carried a kind of noble and cold coolness, commonly known as the "abstinent style" of handsomeness, and coupled with his decisive nature in the business world, he possessed a cold and sharp aura of a superior; in short, he was very attractive to girls.

It was just a pity that he was a bit narcissistic.

Shu Xia complained in her heart, but her hands didn't stop rummaging through the refrigerator.

She pulled out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator.

It was a pity there was no hand-pulled noodles, not even dried noodles, but there was flour.

Let's make some pearl soup; drinking a bowl at this time will warm the stomach without causing any digestive burden.

She had watched her foster mother cook since she was little; when she was small, she would help by getting in the way, but now that she had grown up, she naturally learned from watching so much, and her skills were at least half as good as her foster mother's.

Half an hour later, Qiao Muting walked down from upstairs, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

He went to the kitchen and saw two bowls of something that looked like noodle paste scooped out of the pot; he looked puzzled, remembering that the chicken noodle soup she made a few days ago had looked quite good.

Could it be that she had overcooked the noodles?

"There is another bowl in the pot; if it's not enough, you can have another," Shu Xia kindly reminded him when she saw him looking at the bowl.

"Did the noodles get overcooked?" Qiao Muting asked the question that was in his heart.