After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

"Well, I went to meet a friend and I was a little late talking. I'm really sorry."

He still had the same cold expression, "What does it have to do with me if you go to meet someone?"

"..." Qiao Xing was silent for a while, but the atmosphere was still not right. She pretended to lower her head and change her shoes, "Have you eaten?"

"No."

Qiao Xing paused, and she looked up at him in surprise, "Didn't you read the WeChat message I sent you?"

"No."

"..."

"Grandpa Qin won't eat either, right?"

Qin Ce did not reply to her words and kept his original posture. He was wearing a black woolen sweater, which made his stern face look even colder.

"I'll go get you a bowl of noodles." Qiao Xing sighed.

Grandpa Qin should have fallen asleep by this time, and she couldn't wake people up to eat.

She went to the kitchen silently, took out eggs and noodles, and gave Qin Ce a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Qiao Xing came out with the noodles and put them in front of him, "Eat quickly."

Qin Ce stared at her faintly, as if he wanted to see through her. Qiao Xing felt a little hairy all over. He shouldn't have offended him today, right?

"After a while... my face became lumpy." She said sarcastically.

Qin Ce finally looked away, looked down at the bowl of noodles, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a bunch of noodles and put it in his mouth.

Qiao Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His movements when eating noodles were extremely graceful. A bowl of simple noodles tasted like Western food to him. His fingers were so long that the chopsticks seemed to be shorter in his hand.

"Is it delicious?" Qiao Xing stared at him eagerly.

"generally."

He said this, but he ate all the bowl of noodles.

Qiao Xing felt that it was difficult for him, so he ate all the food without wasting any food.

After a few days of marriage, she finally discovered an excellent quality in him.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xing's evaluation of him became less depressing. She smiled and took the empty bowl from his hand, "If you don't like eating, I will make something else for you in the future. You can go to bed as soon as possible. Tomorrow Do you still have to find a job?"

After Qiao Xing finished speaking, he took the bowl and went to the kitchen.

Qin Ce stared in the direction of the kitchen, his expression a little relaxed. He had actually eaten in the afternoon, and he didn't know why he said he hadn't eaten just now.

It feels a little uncomfortable now.

When Qiao Xing came out, he was still sitting in the living room playing with his mobile phone. Qiao Xing ignored him and took his pajamas to take a shower.

As soon as Qin Ce sent out the news, the call came in.

He answered the phone, and there were noisy voices and a man's voice, "Old Qin is out to play. I've been back for so long and you don't come every time I call you. What's the business of your crappy company?"

Qin Ce frowned, "Where are you?"

"Bar, are you coming? I'll give you a seat."

Qin Ce didn't say whether he was going or not, but asked, "Aren't you married? Why are you running out so late?"

"Why can't I run away when I get married? I'm getting married, not going to jail. You really are. You're asking such a strange question!"

Qin Ce was silent for a while, still digesting the other party's words.

"Are you coming or not?"

"You go out so late, where is your wife?"

"...At home, something is wrong with you. Oh, I know. Your old man is urging you to get married again, right? Want to learn how to get along in marriage in advance? Come to me, and I will slowly teach you my experience. ."

"No, you can play." Qin Ce hung up the phone expressionlessly and looked up to see Qiao Xing coming out of the bathroom.

She was wearing fluffy pajamas, with her hair wet and spread behind her head. She was wrapped up tightly, even more tightly than what she wore to work.

Qiao Xing glanced at Qin Ce. She hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down opposite him.

"Qin Ce, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Qin Ce put away his phone and looked at her intently.

Qiao Xing bit his lip, feeling a little uneasy, but he would know about this sooner or later.

She plucked up the courage and said, "Well, my uncle and the others are coming back next week. I don't know if you saw them when you were a child."

Qin Ce had no reaction, "What then?"

"This house belongs to my uncle, not me." After Qiao Xing finished speaking, she lowered her head and said with a heartbeat: "I'm sorry, I lied to you before."

After she finished speaking, she waited quietly for Qin Ce to speak.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't speak. Qiao Xing raised her head and looked at him puzzledly, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"say what?"

"...Aren't you angry?"

Qin Ce took a piece of fruit from the table and peeled it slowly, "Why should I be angry?"

His reaction surprised Qiao Xing, and she continued: "They were going to sell this house to my cousin for his wedding. I wanted to buy it, but the difference was a lot, so I asked you for 20. bride price."

Qin Ce paused and raised his eyelids to look at her.

Anyway, that's it for now, so Qiao Xing just confessed everything.

"I originally thought about putting your name on it after the house is transferred, but I haven't been able to get the money together. Now they are coming back, so I just want to talk to you."

"If you are angry, or feel that I have lied to you, just think that I lent you the money, and I will pay you back slowly in the future."

Qin Ce was silent for a long time before speaking: "So, you married me just to buy this apartment?"

Qiao Xing nodded bravely, "That's right. If you are angry, divorce is fine."

Qin Ce ignored the last two sentences and asked again: "You mean, as long as I can give you 20, you can marry anyone?"

Qiao Xing was stunned, wondering why he suddenly asked such a question. She scratched her cheek, feeling that there was some ambiguity in his words.

It seems as if anyone can marry her as long as they have money, like a commodity.

"I...maybe."

"In your eyes, these things are more important than marriage?"

The more Qiao Xing listened, the more something was wrong. She stared at his dull face and said cautiously, "Isn't that what you said? It doesn't matter who you marry."

When they first started talking, Qin Ce said that it didn't matter who she married, so she decided to marry him, at least so that she wouldn't feel guilty.

Her words blocked Qin Ce.

He also realized what kind of stupid question he had asked. He looked away unnaturally, "Yes, I said it, so we each get what we need. You don't need to explain this to me."

"Then the money?"

"The bride price given to you is yours to do with as you wish."

Qiao Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, if I buy this house by then, I will put your name on it and I won't take advantage of you."

"Whatever you want." Qin Ce didn't want to argue with her, so he continued to peel the unpeeled orange.

Qiao Xing took a peek at his expression and saw that he really didn't mean to be angry about this matter. She bravely said, "There is one more thing."

"Say."

"If my uncle and the others come back, they might live here. The room you live in...is my cousin's room."

"Then I live in another room."

"That one belongs to my uncle."

Qin Ce paused again, raised his head slightly, and stared at Qiao Xing with an unpredictable expression.

"Then I..."

"You go and live at Grandpa Qin's house!"

The two said in unison, but Qiao Xing was a step faster, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet after speaking.

Qin Ce's face also sank.

She actually wants to drive him away?