After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

After watching the movie, it was getting dark and it was time to eat, but Qiao Xing was still too full to eat.

Qin Ce looked at the time. It was only after five o'clock. It was a cloudy day today and it got dark relatively early.

He thought about it and took Qiao Xing home.

Qiao Xing sat in the car admiring her manicure. It looked good, but she got tired of it after looking at it for a long time.

The two returned home, and Qiao Xing lay on the sofa tiredly.

Not two seconds after she lay down, her phone suddenly rang. She took it out and took a look. It was actually a call from her aunt.

I haven't seen this person for a long time. Something bad will happen if she calls.

Qiao Xing thought for a moment, then raised his finger and pressed it with his knuckles.

"Hey aunt?"

"Xingxing, are you busy?"

Hearing this passionate voice, Qiao Xing's eyebrows skipped a beat, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Didn't I hear that you're back? I'm calling you to ask when are you coming to have dinner together?"

Before Qiao Xing could finish speaking, her aunt took it upon herself to say, "How about next week, Qingming Festival, then we can visit your grandma's graves together."

Qiao Xing, who was about to refuse, heard that she was going to visit her grandma's grave, but she swallowed her words again, "Okay, then I'll come over on vacation next week."

"Okay, okay, oh, by the way, there is one more thing, I will tell you secretly."

"what's up?"

"It's your father. Did he take the wrong medicine? Or did he know something? He calls Xiaoqin all day long. Xiaoqin was blocked by him and called me again. Oops."

"After all these years, he actually still remembers you mother and daughter. Isn't it really because of his conscience?"

Qiao Xing frowned, "What did he tell you?"

"I didn't say anything. I just asked how you are doing now, whether you are married, and what your husband's name is and where he is from."

"Then what? You said it?"

Auntie said with a smile: "I must not have told him, I just told him my name. There shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Even if Qiao Hong knew Qin Ce's name, he didn't know his identity.

God knows how she resisted telling Qiao Hong about Qin Ce's identity. In the past, she would have been bragging about it with a loudspeaker.

It's a pity that Qin Ce warned her that every time she talked to Qiao Hong on the phone, she was in so much pain that she almost couldn't help but start bragging several times.

But for the sake of her job and this thigh, she endured it.

Qiao Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what she said, "It's okay if you didn't say anything. Ignore him next time he calls."

"Okay, you said so, then I will definitely ignore him, but Xingxing, do you know Qin Ce's identity?"

Qiao Xing's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly felt dumbfounded, "Looking at your tone, it seems like you already know?"

"Ah...no, no, I don't know anything."

Qiao Xing sighed, "I already know, you don't have to hide it for him."

She just didn't expect that even her aunt knew about it, so was she the last one to know?

Inexplicably, the anger in his heart surfaced again.

"You know? God, that's great. Now that you know..." her aunt lowered her voice again and said to her secretly, "Then you have to take good care of it and don't let other vixens hook him up and run away. "

"If he wants to run away, he will run away without hooking up. Why bother with him?"

Qiao Xing felt that this aunt cared more about her than herself. Listening to her tone, she wanted to tie Qin Ce to the waistband of Qiao Xing's pants.

"You can't say that. A man is like a kite. If you don't hold the string, it will fly away sooner or later. My aunt has been there, so you are right to listen to me."

"Oh, I got it." Qiao Xing didn't want to talk to her about this, so he hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words.

She threw her phone on the sofa, turned her head and found that Qin Ce had come out of the shower.

He held a towel and wiped his hair casually. The collar of the bathrobe was slightly open, and his exposed chest could be vaguely seen.

Qiao Xing was confused. In the past, he always took a shower from behind, but today he actually took a shower in front of him.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Qin Ce walked to her and sat down.

"It's still early. Let's do it later. We can wash up after eating."

Qin Ce said: "I won't go out anyway. It doesn't matter if I wash in the morning or at night."

Qiao Xing stared at him suspiciously, feeling that he had bad intentions.

"By the way, I just got my nails done. I can't soak them in water. I won't wash them today."

Qin Ce paused and his eyes fell on her fingers. He suddenly put down the towel, took her hand and looked at it for a moment.

Just when Qiao Xing was confused, he suddenly said, "Isn't this tickling very convenient?"

He said, grabbing her hand and scratching her arm.

Qiao Xing looked at him speechlessly. After he finished scratching, he nodded, pinched again, and broke it twice, as if he was studying some strange object.

Qiao Xing withdrew his hand, "What are you doing?"

"I haven't seen it before. Let me show you your acting skills." After that, he commented: "It's pretty good-looking."

Qiao Xing didn't know what to say.

"You're hungry, I'm going to cook." Qin Ce stood up and was about to go to the kitchen. Qiao Xing was about to say that he would do it himself, but when he saw his nails, he couldn't even pick up the kitchen knife, so he had to give up.

She secretly decided to pick it off in two days.

Qin Ce cooked the meal, then consciously packed up the dishes and washed them. Qiao Xing sat there and watched him rush to and from the floor. After washing the dishes, he came out and mopped the floor.

This gave Qiao Xing the illusion that he enjoyed doing housework.

Qiao Xing was too embarrassed to sit here and watch him do housework, so he excused himself to take a shower and took his clothes to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, he had already finished cleaning up.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he was sitting on the sofa in the corner making a phone call. It was the one he had moved in before and never moved out.

Qiao Xing didn't bother him. He went to bed and set the alarm clock to get ready for bed. After all, he had to get up early tomorrow.

When she was half asleep and half awake, the bed beside her sank slightly. She knew it was Qin Ce and didn't open her eyes.

After a while, Qiao Xing noticed something was wrong again, and the hand that was originally holding her waist began to restless.

Qin Ce's voice came to his ears, "Are you asleep?"

Qiao Xing opened her eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "I was already asleep."

"Wake you up?"

"Fortunately."

His fingers touched Qiao Xing's neck, "Does it still hurt?"

"..." Qiao Xing didn't know how to answer him, so he forced himself to say two words, "It's okay."

"What do you mean by okay?"

Qiao Xing was a little annoyed, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Qin Ce probably sensed that her tone was unkind, so he fell silent and didn't move any more.

Qiao Xing suddenly turned around and glared at him, "My aunt called me just now. Even she knows your identity. Why are you hiding it from me?"

Qin Ce was slightly startled, "She knew it was because someone came from the capital to pick up the old man. She found out on her own, not because I told her."

"Is there any difference? You still hide it from me. It feels like the whole world knows, but I don't know."

"I was wrong, don't be angry." He hugged Qiao Xing tightly, "Isn't it all over now?"

Qiao Xing remained silent and didn't speak.

He held Qiao Xing's face, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "Don't be angry, I will make crab buns for you in the morning."