Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1286 - 1287: Maxing Out His Card (Part 2)

’Tap tap tap’

The dining table that was originally piled with miscellaneous stuff is now spotlessly clean.

Xin Xiaoxiao was puzzled when suddenly from the kitchen came the ’tap tap tap’... sounds like chopping vegetables.

What’s going on?

She frowned, quickly walking toward the kitchen.

A familiar slightly chubby figure stood at the stove, sleeves of the brown-grey sweater rolled up high, holding a kitchen knife, slicing carrot sticks.

On one side, the gas stove was still burning, with oil in the pot.

Xin Xiaoxiao’s heart suddenly softened; her hand reached out to hold the kitchen doorframe, eyes sparkling as she watched her father’s back.

Xin Hailong finished cutting the carrot sticks, put them into the oil pot, and when he picked up the spatula, he noticed Xin Xiaoxiao. While stir-frying the vegetables, he raised an eyebrow at her, "Is this your idea of the happy and carefree life you have outside?"

The tone was filled with disdain and sarcasm for her current life.

Xin Xiaoxiao didn’t care at all, shrugged, looking quite pleased with herself, "Living alone, very carefree."

Better than facing his young wife and illegitimate son in that house every day.

Speaking of which, she shifted her gaze to the pot, changing the subject, "What are you doing?"

Xin Hailong said, "It’s fortunate you have some vegetables here, I’ll make you some noodles. You quickly wash up and come eat."

He urged Xin Xiaoxiao to wash up, "After eating, come with me to the hospital."

Xin Xiaoxiao, who had just felt a little touched, became resolute again, "I’m not going, no matter what."

She wouldn’t go; don’t think that making her a bowl of noodles would move her.

This time, Xin Hailong didn’t order her but spoke kindly, reasoning with her, "Qingyang got hurt on your behalf. How can you be so heartless, girl?"

Xin Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, "Obviously, he had bad intentions; his current predicament is a classic case of failing to gain anything while losing more."

Still dreaming of pinning a hero-saving-the-beauty title on himself—wishful thinking.

"Do you want to marry or not?" Xin Hailong turned off the gas and turned to look at Xin Xiaoxiao seriously.

Xin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him, "If I say I don’t want to get married, would you agree to let me not marry?"

How is that possible?

Although he didn’t care much for her growing up, she knew him well; he was dead set on marrying her off to Zhong Qingyang.

Or she could now find someone who was a good match for her... the conditions couldn’t be worse than Zhong Qingyang, and that would be fine too.

But where could she find someone?

Anyone she found would just be settling; why drag someone along just to end up in a second marriage together?

Xin Hailong spoke earnestly, "Xiaoxiao, from childhood to adulthood, I let you do as you pleased, I was wrong, so every step you take in the future, as long as I’m still alive, I’ll meticulously arrange for you."

Ha, arrange for her.

He ignored her growing up, and now interferes in her life as an adult, it’s really enough.

Not wanting to continue the conversation, Xin Xiaoxiao didn’t pursue the topic, saying lightly, "I’ll go wash up, you only made breakfast for me once in ten years, I can’t waste it."

Saying that, she turned around, dragging lazy footsteps back to her room.

When she was a child, very young, the memory was already a bit blurred, back then her father made breakfast for her too.

And even held her.

But as the memories became more vivid, not to mention holding her, even returning home became less frequent.

Her mother was from the North, loved eating pasta, especially noodles, so her father was skilled at making noodles.