Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 387: Just Think of It as a Dog Bite

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Just Think of It as a Dog Bite

Why did Ye Sihan call her?

Is he urging her to return to the country?

At this hour, it could possibly be the quadruplets...

Picking up, "Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

It was Ye Sihan, Xing Ling’s nerves instantly tensed, her brain whirring, "I’m having breakfast right now, you know it’s different abroad! But why are you calling me? Are you hurrying me back? Ye Sihan, why don’t you come and catch me then?"

The other side was silent.

Xing Ling secretly delighted.

If you try to catch me overseas and come up empty, just imagining Ye Sihan’s expression makes me incredibly thrilled!

"Come out."

The smile on Xing Ling’s face vanished, "What do you mean?"

"You have five minutes, or I’ll go to your place."

Xing Ling hollered once she caught on, "How is five minutes enough, at least ten... Hello? Ye Sihan?"

Looking at her phone screen, the call had been disconnected.

Xing Ling threw her phone down and scrambled out of bed, hurriedly rushing to her walk-in closet to grab clothes to wear.

Xing Ling felt she was being too naive in front of Ye Sihan, actually thinking that he didn’t know she had returned to Kyoto.

So infuriating!

How can a man who spoke those words to her make such a matter-of-fact demand with such calm?

And really, five minutes wasn’t enough!

Two minutes had already passed just getting dressed, and she nearly ran out the door.

Luckily, her second brother was so busy upon returning to the country that he’d think some tremendously big event had occurred!

Exiting the apartment, she saw the black Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance.

Xing Ling ran over, propping herself against the car, gasping for breath, nearly fainting from exhaustion.

The car door slowly opened and Ye Sihan was sitting back in the black seat, his dark eyes intensely watching her.

Xing Ling, with her small face flushed from running, glared at him and asked irritably, "Has it been five minutes? Do you know how big the apartment building is? Are you doing this on purpose to mess with me?"

After blurting out a string of words, she heaved a large breath.

"Get in."

"Where to?" Although Xing Ling was reluctant, upon meeting Ye Sihan’s calm and inscrutable dark eyes, she climbed into the car without much backbone, muttering, "I can’t just run off, my house has a curfew."

As soon as she settled in, the car pulled away.

Xing Ling thought that Ye Sihan wouldn’t listen to her; was this a trip to Ye Mansion?

"How did you find out I had returned to the country? Or did you already know?" Her second brother couldn’t have possibly betrayed her and informed Ye Sihan of her whereabouts.

It could only be the supremely powerful Ye Sihan using his own methods.

"You don’t listen very well," Ye Sihan said with a deep voice, his expression unchanging, not feeling the slightest bit guilty about his threat.

"What did I do? I came back in a week, didn’t I?" countered Xing Ling.

Though she said this, her heart was not pleased.

Why should she obey? What did he think she was? Someone to be summoned and dismissed at will?

If it hadn’t been for the cuteness of the kids, she wouldn’t have bothered with him at all!

Indeed, the car had returned to Ye Mansion.

Once inside the main hall, Xing Ling headed straight to see the quadruplets upstairs.

"They are asleep," Ye Sihan interjected.

"Then what did you call me here for? Can’t you do it tomorrow?"

Wen Bo approached, "Mr. Ye hasn’t had dinner yet, Miss Xing, could you make a simple bowl of noodles for Mr. Ye?"

"Me?" Xing Ling pointed at her nose, barely believing it, "I’ve only ever been to the kitchen to find something to eat, I’ve never done anything else!"

Looking towards Mr. Ye, Wen Bo continued, "Why not try to make it? It might turn out delicious?"

"Fine, I’ll do it, but if I blow up your kitchen, don’t blame me!" Xing Ling stormed forward, then turned back after a few steps," Lead the way, will you? Where’s the kitchen?"

Upon reaching the kitchen, Xing Ling was completely baffled by the sophisticated kitchenware.

And Wen Bo just stood at a distance, clearly not planning to help her.

"Just... simple noodles?" Xing Ling asked.

"Yes."

Xing Ling didn’t know whether Ye Sihan was messing with her or not. No, she was certain he was messing with her!

Picking her up so late just to make him a bowl of noodles, with so many chefs in Ye Mansion, why ask her to cook?

By the time Xing Ling snapped out of it, she had already started boiling the water.

Somehow, she seemed to know the next steps?

As if she had done this before.

Yet, in her memory, she hadn’t made noodles for anyone, not even for herself.

However, ten minutes later, a bowl of noodles was ready.

Xing Ling looked at Wen Bo with surprise, "Do I actually have a talent for cooking?"

Wen Bo, unable to speak, nodded, "Yes, I will go and serve it to Mr. Ye now."

Ye Sihan sat at the dining table, lifted his chopsticks to pick up the noodles.

Xing Ling stood beside him, wondering how the noodles, which looked good, would taste.

Some things are just appealing to the eye but not in use...