Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: The Breakfast He Made

Now, looking back, the paint issue was probably arranged by Bai Yun.

As for the other expenses, she didn’t want to think about them anymore.

In the end, it was all because of her foolishness.

In half a year’s time, she had actually managed to spend all six thousand yuan.

In a way, the Qin Family hadn’t used a penny of it.

Gu Qiaoqiao closed the large doors of the wardrobe. @@novelbin@@

The Qin Family didn’t care about her, so naturally, they didn’t pay attention to her.

So, how the six thousand yuan was spent wasn’t a concern to anyone.

However, eight hundred yuan of it had actually been borrowed by Bai Yun.

Gu Qiaoqiao frowned, fearing that it wouldn’t be easy to get the money back because there were no witnesses and no IOU.

How could Bai Yun possibly admit to it?

Looking at the twelve yuan and fifty cents in her wallet, Gu Qiaoqiao’s face grew cool.

This amount of money wouldn’t even buy a train ticket.

Gu Qiaoqiao stood on the balcony, watching the heavy snow fluttering outside the window, but she had to admit that even if she had lived another lifetime, she was not as cunning as Bai Yun, nor as ruthless.

When she first came to the Imperial Capital, she was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

The glitter and bustle of the big city made her feel both inferior and proud, and the simple her was easily hooked by Bai Yun.

One was unaware she was standing on the edge of hell, the other extended a hand ruthlessly.

And she, who had experienced more hardship in her past life than most people do in a lifetime, was still kind-hearted in this rebirth, always passive.

When Bai Yun reached out, she would try to block, and when Bai Yun retracted, she would also quickly fall back.

In fact, there were far too many accounts to be settled between her and Bai Yun.

Gu Qiaoqiao thought that today’s Bai Yun would certainly not be content with suffering in silence. If she remained passive, she might not even know how she died.

It’s a good idea to take the initiative.

Gu Qiaoqiao returned to the bedroom. It was already past eleven o’clock, and Qin Yize probably wouldn’t be back tonight.

She got into bed, and after her tense nerves relaxed, she felt extremely exhausted. Gu Qiaoqiao soon fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, a fresh and cold breath lingered over her head, as if she was smelling the fragrance of bamboo leaves in a bamboo forest.

It seemed as though a thoughtful gaze was watching her, making her feel a bit chilly, so she shrank back into the blankets.

By the time she opened her eyes, it was already the next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and cast into the room, bringing with it threads of warmth.

Gu Qiaoqiao looked at the other half of the bed, clean and neat, the air carrying a familiar yet unfamiliar crisp fragrance.

Last night was not a dream, it turned out Qin Yize had actually come back.

Gu Qiaoqiao checked the time and hurriedly got out of bed. After washing up, she left the room.

Breakfast was surprisingly set on the dining table.

Not far away, she smelled the rich aroma of millet porridge.

And by the window, Grandma Qin wasn’t sitting in a wheelchair.

Instead, she was leaning on a red sandalwood cane, talking to Qin Yize with a cheerful smile.

Gu Qiaoqiao stealthily glanced at her hand, then clenched it quietly.

However, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

She felt more confident about the future.

Qin Yize turned around and saw the girl with the delightful smile.

Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, a red knitted sweater accentuating her slender, fair neck.

Elegant as an orchid, she stood tall and graceful.

Grandma Qin saw Gu Qiaoqiao and smiled so broadly her eyes became mere slits. As Gu Qiaoqiao approached, she waved her off, saying, “Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to come over, I’ll walk to you.”

Leaning on her cane, she took steps towards Gu Qiaoqiao.

A glint of amusement flashed through Qin Yize’s eyes; his grandma was especially happy today because she hadn’t used her wheelchair.

She also seemed to have a lot more energy.

He knew that Gu Qiaoqiao had been giving his grandma massages every night, even yesterday, she only left after ensuring the massage was done.

Everyone, including himself, simply thought it was Gu Qiaoqiao’s way of showing filial piety and didn’t take it to heart.

Even Mother Qin was quite dismissive of it.

But he was well aware of his grandma’s chronic condition; a simple course of medication was not very effective. His goal now was to keep her condition manageable until he could find a better treatment method to eradicate it completely.

However, he didn’t expect that upon waking up and finishing his run this morning, he would find his grandma walking with the aid of a cane.

It wasn’t an energetic strut, but she genuinely could walk without any sign of struggle or pain.

He had checked carefully and confirmed it was just as his grandma had described.

This made Qin Yize’s usually stoic facial features soften a great deal.

At the same time, a hint of inquiry lay in his eyes.

Gu Qiaoqiao didn’t look at Qin Yize; when she saw Grandma Qin proudly walk up to her, she nodded and smiled, saying, “Grandma, that method really worked. Give it another week, and you might be able to throw away the cane.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“That’s wonderful. Qiaoqiao, once I can walk, I’ll take you out for fun,” Grandma Qin said with joy in her voice.

“But Grandma, it’s okay to walk around for exercise these next few days, just don’t do it for more than ten minutes at a time,” Gu Qiaoqiao cautioned, still concerned.

This was the first time Gu Qiaoqiao had used the “Spiritual Energy” of her hands to treat someone, and while she knew the effects were definitely good, she still preferred to be cautious.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do as you say,” Grandma Qin hurriedly agreed.

Gu Qiaoqiao smiled.

Pointing at the dining table, Grandma Qin spoke with some pride, “Qiaoqiao, this is the breakfast Ah Ze and I made together.”

All these mornings, it had been Gu Qiaoqiao who got up to make breakfast, but this morning she found Qin Yize, who had returned from running, entering the kitchen.

A man who knows how to cherish his wife is always a good man.

She was pleased inwardly and naturally, she wanted Gu Qiaoqiao to know it.

Gu Qiaoqiao wasn’t surprised at all; she remembered that during the three years at the base, whenever Qin Yize had time, he always cooked for himself.

Though simple, the dishes were always tasty.

At the very least, they were much better than what Gu Qiaoqiao could manage back then.

This man never liked to wrong himself, as evident from how he never made affectionate gestures towards her since he disliked her.

In the days that followed, Gu Qiaoqiao thought that perhaps the only unfair thing he had done was marrying her.

At that moment, Qin Yize discovered that Gu Qiaoqiao tended to space out or daydream, lost in thought, as if reminiscing about something.

And when she did, she seemed to exist in a different world from theirs.

Dispelling the strange and absurd thoughts from his mind, Qin Yize helped his grandma sit down, while Gu Qiaoqiao headed to the kitchen to serve the rice porridge she had cooked.

Qin Xiaoyu came out of the room and her first action was to glare fiercely at Gu Qiaoqiao.

But to her surprise, as Gu Qiaoqiao set down the porridge pot, her clear eyes, misty with the morning dew, she asked, puzzled, “Xiao Yu, why are you glaring at me so fiercely?”

Qin Xiaoyu never expected Gu Qiaoqiao to be so direct, leaving her no room to maneuver.

Her mouth opened to deny it, but she didn’t want to lose face. She finally remembered that Gu Qiaoqiao seemed different from before.

“Hmph, it’s all your fault for what happened to Sister Bai Yun yesterday, making her look so embarrassed,” Qin Xiaoyu accused angrily.

“Xiao Yu.” Qin Yize suddenly interjected, his features shifting from gentle to cold. He did not want Xiao Yu involved without understanding last night’s events.

His sister had been too sheltered by the family, somewhat naively innocent of the ways of the world.