Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 156: Fool Who’s Lost His Head

When Yu Xia opened her eyes again, it was hunger that woke her up. A delicious aroma wafted in from outside, making her swallow incessantly.

The stinky little brother has some sense after all, realizing he’s gone too far, and wants to make something delicious to placate her.

She threw off the blanket and got out of bed, ignoring the odd feeling, she put on a very loose dress. As she washed her face and saw herself in the mirror, it took a deep breath to suppress the urge to rush out and beat up Xie Qingci.

After a simple tidying up, she came out of the bathroom just as Xie Qingci was pushing the door open to come into the bedroom. He paused when he saw her, then went over and kissed her as if nothing had happened. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"The food is ready. Can you walk out?"

"...What do you think?"

He raised his eyebrows and reached out to pick her up.

"No worries, I’ll carry you out."

She laughed, cheekily wrapping her arms around his neck: "If you have the guts, carry me all day. Let’s see if you don’t tire yourself out."

Just because he’s got muscles doesn’t make him tireless. She’s just waiting to see his hands trembling, unable to hold chopsticks later.

Xie Qingci seemed to adapt much better than her, carrying her happily to sit at the dining table.

"Egg noodles, make do with this for now. We’ll go out and buy groceries later."

"If groceries need buying, you go buy them. I want to sleep." She slowly picked up a few noodles, blew them, and surprisingly found them delicious.

He cheerfully responded: "Alright, what do you want to eat?"

"Human flesh."

"Fine then, I can make a sacrifice. Finish eating, and we can continue."

She elbowed him, calling him shameless, and when she went to pick more noodles, her hand trembled a bit, causing the noodles to slip off the chopsticks.

With a blank expression, she slapped the chopsticks on the table, then turned around and buried herself in his arms, biting him.

"Feed me!"

Xie Qingci was more than willing.

The rest of the time, Yu Xia continued lying around, sleeping in the bedroom, and later napping on the sofa for half the day. Xie Qingci went out to buy groceries and returned without her noticing.

Once she had rested well and opened her eyes again, she suddenly realized it was already dark outside. Her beautiful day had passed in a blur, with no participation, feeling like it was still the previous night.

The house was quiet. She turned her head slightly, and Xie Qingci was sitting at the edge of the sofa, reading a book.

When he lowered his eyes, he looked a bit aloof, his short black hair drooping above his brows, casting deep shadows under his long eyelashes, his high nose bridge beneath lips that were particularly well-shaped, lightly pressed as a subconscious gesture of serious contemplation.

After reading that page, he turned to the next with a calm expression, the sound of turning the page emphasizing the room’s silence.

Under the floor lamp’s light, he appeared both graceful and slightly disheveled, differing slightly from the boy she first met.

She blinked slowly, feeling a sour ache inside, and reached out to hook his chin.

Xie Qingci only felt an arm, white as porcelain, abruptly appear within his sight, floating like it would hook his soul, lightly touching his chin before scratching it.

He followed her motion, lifting his eyes to look at her.

Under the lamp, beauty is truly observed; as she looked at him this way, he felt the same about her.

Perhaps men are born with that misplaced rib, which explains so many instances of love at first sight.

She has fluttering eyelashes, which others may also have; she has lively eyes and alluring red lips, which others may not lack; even her dominating and enchanting aura, if searched for, is not unique to her alone.

But he loves only her.

Loves all of her, loves her unpredictability, loves her mild compassion, even loves her ruthlessness.

He’s like a fool who’s lost his mind.

Yu Xia’s hand hooks him, and he leans in, his lips meeting a gentle softness.

Oh, he’d forgotten one thing: he especially loves this cold, aloof version of her that actively loves him.

This kiss was unlike the fierce ones before, more like a slow, gentle breeze, tender beyond words.

She didn’t even sit up, just lay there, hooking his chin and kissing lightly, giving him the illusion that she truly loves him.

The floor lamp stood nearby, their shadows cast on the wall, intimately amorous, warm and sweet.

After the kiss, Yu Xia leaned her head against him, asking him: "What are you reading?"

"Financial analysis type. Hungry?"

"A little. Kiss me again." She suddenly didn’t want to break this beautiful atmosphere, holding onto him, rarely asking for such intimacy.

Xie Qingci gazed at her warmly, obediently bending down to kiss her.

Living together after two months apart, it’s obvious they’re not getting much done, fully focused on being close.

They’re like newcomers discovering the art of kissing, curiously trying, probing.

Yu Xia indulged, grabbing his hair, tilting her head back and gasping softly, feeling an itching torment on her neck and collarbones.

Xie Qingci knelt on one leg on the sofa, like a devoted believer worshipping only her, urgent yet covertly restrained, creating a paradox that left Yu Xia wanting more.

The book he was reading had long fallen to the floor, the light outside completely dim, still exploring each other in the darkness.

Finally, Yu Xia, feeling tired and famished, said she wanted to eat dinner.

Xie Qingci, breathing heavily, headed for the kitchen, but she stopped him halfway.

She grabbed an apron, holding up a spatula, claiming the chef was here.

"You rest; the only thing I want to eat is something only I can make. Watch me show off."

Xie Qingci seemed a bit surprised: "I thought you couldn’t."

Both times he visited, the fridge only contained frozen dumplings; the kitchen showed no signs of use, though there were plenty of pots.

She usually had boxed meals in the crew or ordered takeout at home, leading him to believe she couldn’t cook.

Yu Xia didn’t even look back, directing him to wash potatoes, while she boiled water to blanch tomato skin.

"Don’t underestimate me, I lived alone for some time during university, also living alone after debuting, without hiring an auntie. How could I not cook? Just rarely. I need to maintain my figure and occasionally laze around, so formal cooking is rare, mostly boiling noodles or dumplings."

"So you eat like this every day at home?" He frowned.

"Not always," she said, peeling the tomato skin, "occasionally my brother passes by, takes me out to eat, then packs a lot of dishes to store in the fridge."

Xie Qingci placed the washed potatoes by her hand, saying: "That’s not too good either, leaving them too long in the fridge is unhealthy."

"Everyone knows logic, but I have to be able to diligently cook every day. Cook the rice; if you like, you can cook for me every day."

He turned to get some rice, promising: "Okay."

Yu Xia looked back at him, smiled, and suddenly remembered, asking him: "Then how come you can cook?"

"Don’t you know? I lived alone too. Even at home sometimes alone, tired of takeout, learned to cook myself."

Sounds like a pitiful kid.

"Alright, don’t be sad. Let me make you a good dish. My brother said this dish is so good, it makes him give up speaking."

Xie Qingci: "?"

Is that really a good evaluation?