Reincarnation: I Married My Ex's Brother

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Qiao Jiusheng suddenly felt that she was cruel.

She turned around and dragged her luggage back.

Fang Yusheng’s blurry vision saw a figure growing bigger and bigger.

“Well, I’ve never attended New York’s Fashion Week before. Since I’m here, I’ll stay and take a look. Going back and forth is quite a waste of plane tickets,” Qiao Jiusheng stammered. “Right now, although I have money, I can’t use it recklessly. D-Do you think so?”

Suddenly, Fang Yusheng’s heart raced.

The New York Fashion Week was 44 days away. By then, it would be the fifth day of the Chinese New Year and his eyes should be healed.

Fang Yusheng reached out and hugged Qiao Jiusheng.

“You stayed behind on your own accord.” You stayed and gave me hope. Never think of leaving again.

Qiao Jiusheng’s bones ached due to Fang Yusheng’s hug.

Qi Bufan stood aside, his eyes filled with relief.

On the way back to the hotel, Fang Yusheng kept holding Qiao Jiusheng’s hand.

Qiao Jiusheng looked out of the window with a red face.

D*mn it! I’m already in my sixties but still did such a childish thing.

“We won’t live in a hotel.” Fang Yusheng asked Qi Bufan to pack up the luggage in the hotel and brought Qiao Jiusheng to the apartment he had lived in many years ago. There was furniture in the apartment, but they had to buy new kitchen utensils and cutlery, and also bedsheets.

Qi Bufan called the housekeeping company to clean up, and Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng went to the supermarket to purchase daily necessities.

Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng felt sick of eating dishes from America every day. Moreover, Fang Yusheng could not handle too much greasy food. Since Aunt Jin was not around, Qiao Jiusheng could only roll up her sleeves and walk into the kitchen to be a virtuous wife. Her culinary skills could not be considered good, and the food she made was barely passable. It was not tempting, but it could be eaten at least.

Fang Yusheng gave her face no matter what dish she made.

In the past, he could only eat half a bowl. Now, he could eat one and a half bowls.

The first time she saw Fang Yusheng request more food, Qiao Jiusheng was quite shocked. “You have a weak stomach. You’ll feel uncomfortable if you eat too much, right?”

Fang Yusheng smelled the fragrance of the dishes on the table and calmly shook his head. “It’s okay.”

Qiao Jiusheng had been cooking for more than twenty days, and Fang Yusheng had also lived a comfortable life.

Until this day—

“Bufan, help me prepare my clothes. We’ll go see Yinbing in the afternoon.” It was time for his routine checkup again, time for him to pack up.

Qi Bufan looked at Fang Yusheng’s knitted sweater, casual pants, and cotton slippers. He then nodded, opened the closet, and picked out a custom-made white suit for him. “Is the suit okay? That white one.”

Fang Yusheng did not have many suits. Once Qi Bufan said white, he knew which one it was.

“Okay.”

When Qi Bufan left the bedroom, Fang Yusheng took off his clothes and changed into a shirt and jacket. Then, he took off his pants and put on his suit pants.

He pulled up his pants and buttoned them, but…

Fang Yusheng could not believe it.

He exerted more strength before buttoning his suit pants.

As he buttoned it, he felt his waist was a little tight.

Fang Yusheng touched his waist, and his expression changed.

“Bufan, bring a weighing scale here!”

Qi Bufan immediately went to the supermarket to buy a weighing machine. When he returned and set up the machine, he said to Fang Yusheng, “You’ve gained eight pounds.”

Fang Yusheng, who had not grown fatter even once during the past ten years, had a miserable expression on his face.

Seeing that Fang Yusheng was about to leave, Qiao Jiusheng asked him, “Where are you going?”

“To see a friend.”

“Oh, are you coming back for dinner tonight?”

At the mention of food, Fang Yusheng was a little conflicted. “No.”

“What about tonight? I’m preparing to make glutinous pork ribs rice tonight.”

As he quietly swallowed his saliva, Fang Yusheng wanted to resist the temptation of delicacies. Seeing his hesitation, Qiao Jiusheng said, “I’ll keep it for you. I’ll heat it when you get back.”