ll sharp. As for his wife Qiao Bao'er, she was always energetic and playful, occasionally just liking to give him a little temper tantrum."Twenty years ago, I buried several large carts of osmanthus w...Qiao Bao'er entered the room and quickly pulled the glass door on the balcony shut.

The raging storm outside pounded against the glass door, creating a dull, rhythmic rattling sound. She was soaked to the bone, and an errant screw lay on her outstretched right palm.

It is late afternoon now, and the rain outside is coming down hard, accompanied by frightening bolts of lightning that split the sky and thunder that booms.

Perhaps the daylight streaming into the room gave her a slight sense of security. The loose handle on the glass door made her more inclined to believe that the screw had simply fallen out naturally.

She took one last glance at the gloomy, dim balcony, tried to convince herself not to overthink things, and then turned around and went straight into the bedroom to change.

But her heart was always filled with anxiety.

She bolted the bedroom door, switched on all the lights inside. The booming thunder and heavy rain outside made her house seem even colder and quieter; even her slightly rapid breathing was painfully clear.

Qiao Baoer took off her wet clothes and first used a towel to wipe the water from her face and long hair. Reaching down to get clean clothes from the bed, she caught sight of the incision on her abdomen at the very moment.

She stared intently, her cool fingers gently tracing the incision from her surgery. The scar was barely noticeable now; Tang Yu must have given her some kind of medicine because even the stretch marks were gone.

It's as if the memory of her pregnancy and marriage into the Jun family was just a dream, with all traces gone. Jun Zhimu had also vanished from her world...

Ding-dong—

The abrupt ringtone of the phone echoed through the silent house.

She was on edge, her gaze fixed on the phone on the dressing table. She quickly walked over to it. It was Tang Yu who had called.

He said, "Baby, I'm outside."

Qiao Bao'er was stunned for a moment before she reacted, quickly responding, "Oh, wait a minute." Then she hung up the phone and quickly changed her clothes, adjusting her appearance in the dressing table mirror.

Suddenly, she discovered something and stared fixedly at her reflection in the mirror.

She pulled her long hair up, lifting her chin and turning her head to the side to look in the mirror. On the side of her neck, just below her left earlobe, a faint pink mark was imprinted on her fair skin...

Her fingertips traced the strange red mark on her neck. It looked like... a hickey.

Hickey

This idea was a bit far-fetched. Qiao Baoer let her long hair down and didn't think too much about it. She thought it must be just a mark from where she had slept on it before.

"How did you get here"

She ran out to open the door for Tang Yu. He stood straight outside, his expensive black coat soaked by the rain, his short hair dripping with water droplets.

Tang Yu walked straight in and closed the door behind him.

Jo Bao'er frowned and looked at him, immediately taking a dry towel, "Take your coat off, is your shirt wet inside What urgent business could bring you here in such heavy rain"

He took the towel and haphazardly rubbed it over his short, slightly curled black hair. Then, his clear blue eyes looked at her, and after a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, “It's thundering.”

Qiao Bao'er's expression was a little dull. The lights inside the house were bright, and Tang Yu looked at her directly. After a few seconds, he sighed and said again, "You'll be afraid."

"Who's afraid I'm not afraid!" Qiao Baier understood immediately and angrily shouted at him.

Then he smiled.

Tang Yu had a tall and slender figure. He had a very fair and handsome face, with deep blue eyes that were stunningly beautiful. When he smiled, his eyebrows curved slightly, and even his pupils sparkled, clean and pure, making people lose their minds.

He rarely smiled, and his expression at this moment was utterly bewildering.

"Why are you laughing Stop laughing!" Qiao Bao'er snarled angrily at him.

Only Qiao Bao'er could get along with him like this, as if there was a tacit understanding between them.

Tang Yu swept his gaze over the lights in the house, every single one turned on. Wasn't she afraid But he wouldn't say it out loud. A smile deepened in his eyes; he liked seeing her angry.

"What's wrong"

Tang Yu was a very quick-witted person. He had only sat for ten minutes before he noticed that she seemed a little mentally reserved.

Qiao Baoer subconsciously glanced at the balcony from time to time, her heart feeling suspicious.

"It's nothing," she said, her voice sounding a little forced. Clearly, she was just brushing him off.

Talking about the apartment being a haunted house would probably get her laughed at. Besides, with that strange pale reddish mark on her earlobes, she was stubbornly refusing to say anything.

"I'm a little hungry. Want to eat some fried rice" Qiao Bao'er opened the refrigerator and took out the pack of fried rice she had brought back this morning, ready to heat it up in the microwave.

"I bought it this morning, a big portion, and it tastes pretty good." She originally wanted to say she would split half with him.

Tang Yu didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and directly took the pot to wash the rice.

Joe Baby, this good-for-nothing parasite, stood there idly by, watching the man bustling about in the cramped kitchen. She couldn't help but say again, "You don't have to go through so much trouble, just eat whatever."

Tang Yu still ignored her, continuing his work at hand. Whether doing chores or cooking, he was always quick and efficient. A handsome guy cooking! Watching him use a long ladle to stir the porridge in the pot with such seriousness, even this handsome side profile was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Thinking about it, she was a real failure as a woman. She looked away guiltily at the three or five bowls and chopsticks piled on one side. Well, those were the bowls she had used to hold takeout two days ago. She wanted to save up and wash them all at once, but that was just laziness.

Qiao Bao'er, after a moment of conscience, also squeezed over to join in.

She turned on the faucet and began washing the dishes. Tang Yu didn't pay attention to her antics, took some dried scallops out of the refrigerator, washed them clean, and put them into the porridge. Just as he turned his head, he saw Qiao Baoer washing the dishes with gusto.

"Baby, don't play." He looked at her, saying helplessly.

Qiao Bao'er's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, staring at the bubbles on her hands as she washed the dishes with a playful air.

I didn't play.

She retorted stubbornly, but dutifully rinsed and put the bowl away.

Actually, in the past, most of the time when they were together, she was the one who deliberately caused trouble. Tang Yu had to clean up her mess without making a sound. She wouldn't even let others point out her mistakes.

They sat side by side at the glass coffee table in the small living room, each with a large bowl of dried scallop congee. One didn't know what seasoning Tang Yu had put in it, but the steaming congee filled the room with a rich and delicious aroma.

"This fried rice is really dry, it probably sat out for a while and that's why it tastes so bad."

Qiao Ba'er took a small bite of the microwave-heated fried rice and quickly disliked it, immediately changing sides and holding the bowl to gulp down the congee.

Tang Yu very naturally threw the box of fried rice to the side into the trash can, "Don't eat this kind of food again."

That picky eating habit, all of it is brought up that way.

Qiao Bao'er wolfed down two big bowls, as if she hadn't had a good meal in ages. Tang Yu ate comparatively better; occasionally he would scoop the abalone from his bowl into hers.

Her entire childhood and adolescence were spent growing up with him. Qiao Baoer previously thought that besides her grandfather, the person closest to her was Tang Yu.

Tang Yu will always be good to her, very good.

"Little Zhuzi, don't lie to me."

The heavy rain outside was starting to ease, and she clutched a spoon, suddenly whispering.

Over the years he was gone, too much happened. She changed, and so did he.

She thought he hadn't heard her, and by the time they had finished clearing away the dishes, the rain outside had stopped. He walked towards the door, Qiao Baoer stood at the doorway and met his gaze for a minute. She originally wanted to politely tell him to be careful on his way back, but Tang Yu spoke first, "Baby, I won't lie to you."

Qiao Baoer was stunned. He looked at her calmly, then turned and left.

She closed the door, and her whole mind was filled with Tang Yuling's rather indifferent figure.

Bang.

The incessant noise from upstairs continued, a relentless thump-thump-thumping sound like basketballs being bounced. It was driving Qiao Bao'er crazy; her face had darkened to the color of thunder. She was about to explode.

He slammed his fist against the ceiling and roared, "What the hell are you doing You lunatic! The thunder just stopped and you're already playing basketball!"

However, for some reason tonight, the person upstairs seems to be in a bad mood, and all these noises are particularly loud and annoying.

Qiao Baoer was furious.e plants have just begun to yellow, and it will likely take some time for them to recover…”Then we must make haste and look for signs of life."Let's ask the savages about volcanoes first. The female c...