1185 Don’t Despise Him Anymore
In the end, he did not make a move on Xie Yuhuan. This allowed him to not lose his moral and ethical advantage in front of others. Moreover, because Di Tianxing had personally made a move, it had also brought this matter to a perfect end. However, he did not want to admit that Di Tianxing was good at all in front of Feng Qing. Who asked that old fellow Di Tianxing to snatch Feng Qing from him?
Feng Qing said in a sweet voice, “My father has already become very good and cute. You’re not allowed to despise him anymore.”
Xie Jiuhan froze, and his black eyes instantly darkened. A strong feeling of displeasure rose in his heart. “Are you protecting that old fellow? What are you doing? Have you forgotten your husband after having a father?”
Feng Qing pouted her pink lips and said, “No matter how bad he is, he’s still my father. If I don’t protect him, who can?”
The next second, the man rubbed the woman’s abdomen harder and said, “Then do you know what it means to follow the man you marry, be he fowl or cur? Your current identity is the madam of the Xie family, the First Madam of the Xie Corporation. You’re my legal wife. Shouldn’t you be more biased towards me, your husband?”
Feng Qing’s already sore stomach hurt from the man’s rubbing, so she raised her hand and pinched the back of the man’s broad hand. “Little Jiu Jiu, you’re acting like a domineering dictator again!”
Xie Jiuhan snorted unhappily. The more Feng Qing scolded him like this, the better he felt. Hence, he said smugly, “I’m domineering and dictatorial. What can you do? I’ll only be domineering and dictatorial to you in my life. Do you have any objections?”
With that, the man supported his body with his other arm and looked at the woman. “When does Di Tianxing plan to return to the Seven Stars Continent? Is he planning to stay in the Xie Manor forever? Is he no longer the Prime Minister of the Seven Stars Continent?”
Feng Qing knew that Xie Jiuhan wanted to chase Di Tianxing away. Hence, she puffed up her cheeks and said, “I still want to spend more time with Dad. You saw it too. Dad and my brothers are here now. When we bring Little Seven over, our family will be completely gathered.”
The veins on Xie Jiuhan’s forehead twitched violently. “You still want to bring Di Minghao over?”
Feng Qing nodded heavily and said in a soft voice, “If nothing goes wrong, Little Seven should be here tomorrow.”
Xie Jiuhan : “…”
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In the Xie Manor’s garden.
Under Han Jintian’s guidance, Di Tianxing practiced barbecue for the entire night. Before dawn, he planned to make breakfast for Feng Qing. Hence, Di Tianxing walked into the Xie Manor’s kitchen in high spirits. After finding out Feng Qing’s favorite delicacies from the chef, he started to cook with the chef’s help.
At this moment, Feng Qing was still sleeping soundly. After being tortured by Xie Jiuhan again last night, she fell into a deep sleep. She was too tired, but Xie Jiuhan acted as if nothing had happened. Not only did he get up early, but he also admired the redness on the woman’s face by the bed. Thinking of this woman moaning shyly in his arms last night, Xie Jiuhan felt very comfortable.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Xie Jiuhan looked at his phone and walked out of the room. Outside the door, Xie Qi reported everything that had happened in the kitchen to Xie Jiuhan, as well as the matter of Di Tianxing barbecuing in the garden for the entire night last night. Xie Jiuhan did not say anything other than frown. The Xie Manor was so big that there were seven kitchens alone. As long as the kitchen where he ate was not implicated, Di Tianxing could ruin the other kitchens. At most, he would get someone to renovate the kitchen when Di Tianxing returned to the Seven Stars Continent.
Last night, he thought about it and felt that it was more reliable to let Di Tianxing stay in the Xie Manor. Otherwise, if he let Di Tianxing stay outside, he would definitely cause a lot of jokes and trouble. It did not matter even if he blew up the kitchen in the Xie Manor. He would treat it as contributing to society.
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In the dining room, Xie Jiuhan was sipping the fragrant tea that the servant had just brewed. In front of him was a white plate. This was an antique from Xia country. The plate was much larger than the plates now. It was covered in ancient blue patterns. According to the current market, this antique could be sold for at least 300,000. However, Xie Jiuhan did not look at the plate. Instead, he looked at the pile of ‘breakfast’ on the plate.
The pungent smell of burnt beard could not be covered even by fragrant tea. Even his good mood from the morning had disappeared. Xie Jiuhan had really never seen such a ‘breakfast’ before. He turned to look at Di Tianxing, who was standing beside him. He felt that his father-in-law looked quite normal today. But the chef’s suit and hat did not match Di Tianxing’s image.
