Xiao Che directed Bei Xijue and Ai Xueer like a little conductor. She touched her hair helplessly, feeling warm in her heart, and carried large and small bags of ingredients into the kitchen.
More than an hour later, the meal was ready. There were four home-cooked dishes and one soup. The shadows of a man, a woman and a child were reflected on the crystal clear dining table. For a few seconds, Bei Xijue thought that this was the feeling of home.
"Handsome uncle, do you like mommy?"
At the dinner table, Xiao Che suddenly asked in Bei Xijue's ear in a mysterious and mysterious voice, but it was strange that no one else could hear that voice.
Bei Xijue almost choked on his rice when he asked this question, and Ai Xueer was also embarrassed.
"Che'er, don't talk nonsense."
With a straight face, Ai Xueer pulled Xiao Che back, who had already climbed onto the dining table, and pinned him down on the seat to prevent him from moving.
Xiao Che pouted.
"Handsome uncle, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Che'er——"
"Che'er understands. Che'er eats obediently, goes to bed after eating, and lets mommy and uncle live in the world of two people."
With that said, Xiao Che picked up the bowl and quickly finished the rice in the bowl. Then he slid off the dining table and ran to the bathroom to wash up. After a while, the door of the guest room was opened and closed.
Ai Xueer's face was already as red as duck blood. She really didn't know who this child looked like. If he didn't come out of her belly, she wouldn't believe that he was only three and a half years old.
The atmosphere at the dining table was silent, with an element of ambiguity floating in the air. Ai Xueer pretended to glance at Bei Xijue opposite him, but was caught by him. He was holding chopsticks in his hand and the food in the bowl.
He didn't move at all, just staring at her with his chin on his hand.
"I'm stuffed."
Ai Xueer was so flustered that she hated herself for still being flustered when facing him. She stood up and put away her dishes.
"I'm full too."
Bei Xijue got up and helped her clean up for the first time. She didn't refuse, and the two of them entered the kitchen one after another.
He was still leaning against the kitchen door, watching her wash the dishes and put everything away.
Ai Xueer wiped her hands and turned to look at Bei Xijue. She was about to say something, but he covered her mouth.
"I know what you want to say. I won't leave tonight."
He stepped forward, put his arms around her waist, and held her in his arms. She had a faint scent of soap, and he couldn't help but bite her earlobe and said.
"Do you want to know the answer to that question?"
Ai Xueer was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was referring to the question Xiao Che asked him at the dinner table. She felt a little nervous, but she didn't want to know because it was meaningless.
"In no mood."
She put her arms around his neck.
"Why?"
Bei Xijue frowned and looked at her.
"because--"
She stood up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his thin lips.
"I don't love you."
It was like a huge stone was thrown into the calm lake. Bei Xi could not restrain his anger. He pinched Ai Xueer's thin lower jaw and almost gritted his teeth.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
She looked back at him indifferently.
"What? Will Bei Xijue, the dignified president of Bei Clan, fall in love with an ordinary woman? Is this the biggest joke of the century?"
There was hatred and coldness in her eyes, which Bei Xijue couldn't understand even more, but her words succeeded in irritating him.
"How do you know if you haven't tried?"
He loosened his hand and his expression flickered.