Chapter 1.2

3.

Duan Yi still has a strong presence, after all, I’m quite taken with his looks.

The whole person is fresh and clean. A man in his thirties still retains a youthful look. Although his face is not earth-shattering, he can pretend to be a senior in front of a little girl in school uniform.

The more I look at it, the more flavorful it becomes, definitely the kind that can withstand repeated viewings.

The male lead for the next book has new material.

I was typing away when my computer suddenly went berserk, and in a fit of rage, I pressed random buttons. At that point, I was completely hopeless, and I had a sudden realization that I had not saved my document, almost causing a heart attack.

I made a crying face, holding the computer in my hands and said, “Master Duan, please save me!”

Duan Yi is a professional at this, and all I can do is watch him operate while I’m standing on the sidelines, awestruck by his skills. Although I don’t understand it, it doesn’t prevent me from admiring the unknown field.

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Absolutely not!

The world can’t afford to lose another handsome guy.

I immediately took out my phone to research which shampoo is good. I never really worried about this before and even used to be bothered by my thick hair.

Once, I saw a silver hair clip that fixed the hair beautifully in the buyer’s showcase, and I happily ordered one. But after receiving it, I began to question my life choices. Why won’t my hair cooperate with me?!

Hehe, it seems like I’ve accidentally entered the Palace of Versailles.

Duan Yi has a mild taste, while I love spicy food. But as long as it tastes good, I have no principles when it comes to food.

Today it’s Duan Yi’s turn to perform in the kitchen. I’m a professional when it comes to eating, so I’m looking forward to his cooking skills.

As I grow older, I also pay attention to reducing my preference for heavy flavors. Although they are satisfying, they not only cause pimples but also harm the stomach. Wow, both inside and out are damaged.

I don’t really care whether I die early or late, as long as it’s after my parents. If I die first, they will be sad, and I won’t be able to rest in peace. My parents are the only people I care about in my life.

As I age, I understand my cold and indifferent personality more deeply. It seems like there’s nothing I can persist in until the end. The passion cools down, and everything becomes tasteless.

During elementary school, I taught myself how to draw and became quite popular in class because of it. However, I’m not sure if it was because I was actually good at it or if my classmates’ taste in art was just not developed yet. Thanks to the praise from my classmates, I developed the illusion that I was a drawing prodigy and drew every day with passion and enthusiasm.

But one day, I accidentally forgot about it, and it was forgotten forever. Sometimes I remember it, but I don’t even feel regret. No, it doesn’t even have a place in my memories.

When I was even younger, I remember my mom raising a baby duck. Its immature wings were still tucked in its downy feathers, and it waddled around on its tiny feet, so adorable that it melted your heart.

I loved the feeling of holding it in my arms, and it only needed to lie there obediently while I carefully sheltered it from the wind and rain, fanned it on hot summer days, and added clothes in the cold winter.

At that time, I thought I was very kind, and that no one could be better to it than me.

It grew quickly, and in just a few days, it changed completely. I couldn’t pick it up anymore, and it didn’t look cute at all. It was so strange, and I even suspected it had been switched with another duck.

I realized then that I didn’t really like it.

It was just a quirk of mine, and I was satisfying my own desires with cheap affection all along.

I don’t like pets at all, and I avoid them when I see them. When I was in college, cats were often seen in the dormitory area, and they always attracted a crowd to take pictures and play with them, even if they were ignored. I would just walk quickly past them. According to some standards, I should be classified as someone who “lacks compassion.”

Fortunately, Duan Yi doesn’t have pets either. Actually, it doesn’t matter whether he has one or not, as long as it doesn’t bother me and make me feel annoyed.

My cooking skills can only be described as passable, neither good nor bad. But Duan Yi’s cooking made me feel like I had walked into a restaurant – even his simple tomato and scrambled eggs dish was made several notches better than mine.

The eggs were fried delicately and tenderly, absorbing the seasonings and blending with the slightly sour and sweet tomatoes. The cooking temperature was well-controlled, resulting in a rich broth.

He also gave me a piece of sweet and sour pork, and the ultimate enjoyment of my taste buds caused me to lose control of my body. He watched me dance around like a fool with indifference.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

I immediately burst into tears.

What kind of divine luck is this!

I actually married, no, married into such a person. His cooking is so delicious, woo woo woo…

Man, you have successfully captured my heart through my stomach.

4.

Duan Yi carefully considered before asking, “What… happened to you?”

I laughed and cried, “It’s so delicious!!!”

Then I lavished him with praise, not accepting any money, purely from the heart, and became an instant fan of Duan Yi’s cooking.

His expression was a bit stunned, and his long, dense crow feathers trembled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes gentle.

“Oh.”

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out another word, then stopped talking and just ate quietly, calmly and quietly, in stark contrast to me.

Choking up, I said, “People live just for this food.” I got up to add a second bowl of rice.

At this point, he finally had the time to raise his head and look at me, his calm gaze following my figure, like when a classmate suddenly walked into the classroom after the teacher had been lecturing for a while, and most of the class’s attention would not return until the person was seated.

I don’t know what he was thinking.

After finishing the meal and sitting on the sofa, he would occasionally look at me, with a hesitant expression as if he wanted to say something.

Just say it!

I smiled understandingly, “What’s wrong?”

“Tomorrow I have a classmate gathering, do you have time? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He asked my opinion earnestly.

“Sure, I’ll go!”

I didn’t hesitate and agreed right away. After all, I was a free person with a flexible schedule, not to mention that clause 52 of the contract also stated that.

After the satisfying meal just now, I was in high spirits and tend to do things based on my mood. When my emotions are up, I tend to say some crazy things.

“Do you have any requirements for my image tomorrow? Should I be all dazzling and attract attention, or quietly follow you around?” I enthusiastically cooperated since it was my first time facing my husband’s social circle. I am always eager to challenge unknown things.

Let’s give me a thumbs up for my professionalism.

Duan Yi chuckled and lowered his head, but I didn’t know if he was amused by my joke.

“Just be normal,” he said.

“OK,” I made a gesture, my tone rising. I already had my wardrobe in mind and started to select suitable outfits.

“By the way, will your ex-girlfriend be there? Or if there had been any emotional entanglement before, can you give me some preparation?” He froze, looking at me expressionlessly.

I panicked. Oops, I shouldn’t have poked into someone’s private matter! It may be an invasion of privacy. I gave two fake laughs to ease the situation, “I’ll just wing it.”

I quickly changed the subject, “What time is it tomorrow?”

“Afternoon.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t have a ex-girlfriend.” He lowered his eyes and said calmly.

“What did you say?” I was focused on picking out clothes and without my glasses, my hearing was a bit off. A jumble of characters floated past my ears and I looked at him after realizing what he said.

This time, he looked straight into my eyes without any evasion, his face naturally relaxed and his features soft. He repeated, “I don’t have a ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh.” I nodded calmly, but inside I was going crazy with thoughts:

This man is in his thirties and hasn’t had a relationship? Is he some kind of rare species?

I’d rather believe in ghosts than in a man’s words.

Is he trying to make me happy? He really doesn’t have to, it’s not necessary…

I’m so nervous, I’m so square.

He stared at me with a smile, as if trying to see through my innermost thoughts, and his mouth curved into the largest smile I’ve seen since I’ve known him.

It was then that I noticed the beauty mark at the corner of his eye, swaying and dancing along with his smile.

Oh my god!

My heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, his rare smile disappeared from his face, and he frowned as he questioned, “Miss Jing, the second clause of the contract states loyalty to one’s partner. It seems that your trust in me still needs to be improved.”

“I understand,” I replied solemnly.

“I just don’t want any unnecessary misunderstandings in this regard.”

“I understand.”

I responded with all due seriousness.

“Just in case, if Miss Jing has any complicated emotional experiences, please let me know in advance so that I can be mentally prepared for any sudden situations.”

“Mr. Duan, it seems that your trust in me still needs to be improved,” I echoed his words from earlier.

Our eyes met and neither of us looked away. We both understood the implied meaning of our words.

In the next moment, my mind finally caught up. Is this guy trying to trick me!?

But then I quickly calmed down. It wasn’t like these things were confidential or worth much anyway.

I returned to my room, lacking enthusiasm, and picked up my laptop to continue writing. The book was coming to an end.

Let’s just kill off the main character, I want to.

Sigh, it’s not that I insist on this, it’s just that the setup earlier doesn’t allow for any other outcome!

Well, I admit, it was always intended to be a tragedy.