Hidden Marriage: A Heaven-sent Billionaire Husband

2071 Twins

Su Zhuoqian’s expression was still calm. “You look alright. It’s your clothes that are very good.”

“No! Both I and my clothes look good!” Xiao Bao threw himself into Qiao Weiyang’s arms.

“Xiao Bao is the most handsome!” Qiao Weiyang kissed him on both cheeks.

Han Qingwan looked at Su Zhuoqian, then at Qiao Weiyang. She couldn’t help but laugh happily. She originally thought that her grandson was ignorant, but she didn’t expect that her worry was unnecessary.

After dinner, Han Qingwan left.

Su Zhuoqian and Qiao Weiyang sent her to the car.

After getting into the car, the car window rolled up. Han Qingwan sighed softly. “If only Jingyun was here too.”

“Matriarch, the other little master will definitely be back soon,” the chauffeur replied in a low voice.

“I hope so.”

At night, Qiao Weiyang coaxed Xiao Bao to sleep and came to the living room to get something.

Zhuojing Villa entered a peaceful night.

She walked to the staircase and saw Su Zhuoqian sitting on the sofa.

The man’s long legs were crossed elegantly. His expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but one could feel his gaze.

“Mr. Su, aren’t you resting?” Qiao Weiyang put down the glass of water and greeted him.

“Qiao Weiyang, you gave away two gifts today.”

Qiao Weiyang nodded. “I made them myself, and they’re nothing special. Old Madam and Xiao Bao treat me very well, so…”

“They’re very good,” Su Zhuoqian repeated.

Her voice lingered in the darkness, sounding a little lonely.

“Yes, they…” When Qiao Weiyang said this, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Tonight, Su Zhuoqian had been in low spirits.

He had always been aloof, so it was difficult to detect his emotions.

However, perhaps because they were very close to each other now, so his emotions were a little obvious.

Qiao Weiyang suddenly thought of something. Could it be that… he was unhappy because she had given Han Qingwan and Xiao Bao clothes but not him?

It seemed that she was indeed a little biased.

“Mr. Su…” Qiao Weiyang wanted to talk about the gifts, but it seemed too deliberate to say it like that. “…Shall I pour you a glass of water?”

“Sure.” Su Zhuoqian nodded.

Qiao Weiyang poured him a glass of warm water and handed it to him. “Mr. Su.”

“Weiyang, we’re married.”

She was caught off guard by him, and she was not mentally prepared.

She could feel the weight in Su Zhuoqian’s gaze under the dim light. “So, I’m not Mr. Su. Call me by my name.”

He reached out to get a glass of water, but Qiao Weiyang hadn’t put her hand down yet.

His dry and warm palm covered the back of her hand.

Qiao Weiyang subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

Su Zhuoqian did not let go.

Her hand was pressed between his palm and the glass.

The water in the glass was at a suitable temperature, but Qiao Weiyang felt her palms burning.

“I’m different from you. I’m serious about this marriage.” Su Zhuoqian’s voice sounded.

Qiao Weiyang’s heart skipped a beat. “But I’m not like you. I’m not confident about getting into a new relationship…”

“Then I’ll work hard.”

In the darkness, the man’s voice was exceptionally pleasant to the ears, and his voice echoed in the air.

When Qiao Weiyang returned to her room, the back of her hand was still warm.