Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife
Chapter 137 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Seeking Death (5)

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Seeking Death (5)

Unexpectedly, his words acted like a spark that triggered a chain reaction. He suddenly moved in front of her, bringing his face so close to her eyes, his gaze seemed as if he wanted to etch her features deeply into his pupils.

"You—" Gu Nuan could smell the intense heat coming from his body, a distinctly masculine kind of heat, and she slightly widened her eyes.

"What you just said, you said, you care about me, that’s why you mentioned me, right?"

Gu Nuan wished she hadn’t spoken those words, not knowing how they had slipped out of her mouth; they were not at all what she had intended to say.

"I was just making a comparison, talking about your dad." Gu Nuan couldn’t believe she had to make excuses for herself at this moment. Heaven knows she hated dishonest excuses the most.

"Yes, you were talking about my dad—"

His corners of lips lifted, clearly catching the slight embarrassment on her face, looking utterly pleased with himself like a little kid.

With force, Gu Nuan pushed his encroaching shoulders away with both hands, then picked up a kitchen knife from the counter and said to him, "Do you still want to eat or not?!"

Mrs. Xiao was infuriated with embarrassment.

Opportunistic are the clever. For this man, maybe he was Xiaobai, or maybe Daibai, but clearly, he was an utterly cunning man, always with the shrewd, scheming gaze of an old cat.

"Yes, I want to eat." Xiao Yebai raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, then turned and walked over to the dining table.

Gu Nuan suddenly felt a huge relief, as if a weight had been lifted, feeling sweat drench her back.

Just now, she had almost been driven to jump by this kindergarten kid.

She had to vent her frustration on the ingredients he had bought.

Bang bang bang, chopping onions, garlic, chicken legs, and a bass.

Chef Gu, in the midst of cooking, forgot about her own unclear relationship with this man and asked like her mother, "Do you want boiled fish slices, steamed, or fried?"

"All of them." Only someone who can’t cook would have the audacity to unashamedly demand such a wide range of options.

Gu Nuan sighed to herself, his tone was indeed similar to her father’s.

Speaking of which, Wa Zicong had never spoken to her like this. Wa Zicong would only praise how well she cooked, making him look forward to coming home every day to eat her cooking. However, since he started working, he rarely had the time to come home for her meals.

Was it because he was too busy to come home, or because he had already found the company of a wealthy heiress?

Gu Nuan clearly recognized that it was probably the latter.

The harsh reality had already shown her it was the latter.

She washed the rice, put it in the rice cooker, and placed the bass in the steamer. The chicken legs were coated in flour, ready to be fried. Soon, she would prepare a seaweed egg drop soup. It would probably be about half an hour before the meal was ready.

Gu Nuan washed her hands, wiped them on her apron, and walked into the living room connected to the kitchen.

Someone was already lying on the living room sofa, flipping through a comic book.

There were some habits of men that Gu Nuan simply couldn’t understand, like this kid’s favorite hobby, which she found out was watching comic book story telling, such as The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Gu Nuan pulled out her vibrating phone from her pocket.

In WeChat, Su Yixia had sent a video call request.

Gu Nuan pressed reject.

Su Yixia immediately sent a questioning message: Why didn’t you answer?

Gu Nuan typed back: It’s not convenient.

Su Yixia asked again: Are you outside?

Gu Nuan replied: Yes.