The CEO's Unkown Wife-Chapter 25 - Bo Jingyan Dallies with His Dainty Wife_1

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Bo Jingyan Dallies with His Dainty Wife_1

Chapter 25 -25: Bo Jingyan Dallies with His Dainty Wife_1

“…”

Xia Qingtian’s eyelids twitched, her face immediately froze.

Forget about one million.

If she were asked to come up with 200,000 now, she wouldn’t even be able to do that.

She looked at Bo Jingyan’s emotionless face, and knew that he was angry.

Was it because she was working elsewhere during her time off?

On the bright side, at least he wasn’t angry because her identity had been exposed.

With that thought, Xia Qingtian felt a little relieved and said with a forced smile, “Bo, I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. It’s just a late-night snack, right? I’ll handle it!”

“You better keep your word,” Bo Jingyan fixed her with a sarcastic smile.

Xia Qingtian inexplicably felt like she had unknowingly walked into a trap.

Seeing his grin only made her scalp tingle, she quickly looked away, sadly staring out of the window.

Damn capitalist!

Always squeezing people dry!!!

The car sped down the road, shooting through the night like a dark spirit.

They arrived at the villa in no time.

Bo Jingyan did not allow her to rest. He had her go straight to the kitchen to make a snack, while he went upstairs.

Xia Qingtian, dragging her weary body, went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Worried about making Bo Jingyan wait too long and upsetting him, she cooked some noodles.

In no time, a bowl of vegetable and egg noodles was ready. Although simple, it was colorful, flavourful and tasty.

Xia Qingtian walked out with the bowl, intending to head for the dining room. When the butler saw her, he informed her, “Miss Xia, the young master asked for the snack to be brought to his study.”

“Alright.”

Xia Qingtian’s lips twitched slightly, and she turned to head upstairs.

Standing at the door of the study, she looked down to see a sliver of light coming through the door gap. With both hands occupied carrying the bowl, Xia Qingtian asked a maid to help knock.

“Come in.”

Shortly after knocking, Bo Jingyan’s mellow voice sounded from inside.

The maid opened the door for her, and Xia Qingtian walked into the study carrying the noodles.

This was her first time entering this room. As soon as she walked in, she was captivated by the bookshelves filled with foreign materials and high-level books that she couldn’t understand, and she couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

Bo Jingyan looked up at her entrance, put down the document in his hand, his gaze deep and gloomy.

Xia Qingtian walked to the desk, put the plate on it, and said softly, “Bo, your late-night snack is ready.”

Bo Jingyan glanced at it indifferently, without so much as tasting it. He coldly said, “Redo it, I don’t like the green onions on here.”

“…” Xia Qingtian’s mouth stiffened, she dared not object. She merely responded with a dry laugh, “Ok, I’ll make you a new one, without green onions!”

Those last few words she almost spat out through gritted teeth!

In the past, he would finish every meal she made; even those sprinkled with green onions!

She was beginning to suspect…

Was Bo Jingyan deliberately bringing her back to pick a fight with her?!!!

Regardless of her doubts, Xia Qingtian patiently went back to the kitchen and cooked another bowl.

After she had finished cooking, she carried it up again.

This time, Bo Jingyan was even worse, he didn’t even glance at it before simply stating, “I don’t have a habit of eating eggs at night.”

Xia Qingtian was almost fed up.

With clenched teeth, she suppressed her frustration and made another bowl of noodles without eggs or green onions.

After a few rounds of this, even the butler started noticing what was happening.

By the time Xia Qingtian walked out of the study with a bowl of noodles for the fourth time, she was too tired to speak.

Not until the sixth round did Bo Jingyan stop nitpicking. Only then did she finally stop the futile endeavor, as he finished the bowl of noodles.

The rest of the food was given to the maids as snacks.

After Bo Jingyan finished his noodles, seeing her standing there exhausted, her energy clearly drained, he coldly grunted and decided not to torment her further, “Go back, come over at five o’clock tomorrow morning to make breakfast.”

Xia Qingtian lifted her heavy eyelids to the clock on the wall behind him; it was already one in the morning.

She had to come over at five in the morning?!

She wanted to know right now.

If she drops dead in front of Bo Jingyan, would he feel any remorse?

“Fine,” she agreed.

Xia Qingtian was worried about him changing his mind at the last minute. She didn’t dare to prolong the conversation and hurriedly packed up her things and left.

The butler, watching her hustle and bustle all night, thoughtfully prepared a car for her to go straight home.

“Thank you, Butler.” Xia Qingtian looked at him with gratitude, while in her heart she cursed Bo Jingyan fervently again.

She should never have come over to be his private chef in the first place!

“Miss Xia, you’ve worked hard today,” the butler smiled slightly.

“It wasn’t hard.” but she was damn unhappy.

Xia Qingtian forced a stiff smile and crawled into the car, her body practically damaged from exhaustion.

She massaged her aching neck, feeling as though her limbs were falling apart.

She hadn’t realized before, what a terrible person Bo Jingyan truly was.

What on earth had gotten into him today…

Xia Qingtian sighed, leaned against the car seat, and closed her weary eyes.

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She had experienced the saying, “keeping company with a lord is like living with a tiger.”

…

Early the next morning,

Xia Qingtian left her house when the sky was just beginning to lighten, hurrying to the villa to make breakfast.

The servant opened the door for her and couldn’t help but mutter, “Miss Xia, why did you come so early? The young master isn’t even awake yet.”

Your young master asked me to come!

Xia Qingtian wanted to yell this out loud but managed to hold back. Instead, she rushed into the kitchen to start her work.

Because there was plenty of time and she wanted to please Bo Jingyan, she made over twenty different types of Chinese and Western breakfast dishes.

Over two hours later,

When the breakfast was done and the food was brought to the dining room, Xia Qingtian took off her apron and left the kitchen. She looked up just in time to see Bo Jingyan, in a black suit, descending the stairs.

She watched him with profound eyes, harboring a stomach full of grievances.

Bo Jingyan glanced at her and strode directly towards the dining room. Seeing that the dining table was filled with dishes he enjoyed, and was also very abundant, his mood instantly darkened.

He calmly finished his breakfast.

Bo Jingyan didn’t make it too difficult for her.

Just as Xia Qingtian thought he had finally cooled down, Bo Jingyan proposed a new demand: he wanted her to prepare Western foods for lunch.

Xia Qingtian didn’t even know how to prepare Western cuisine.

She couldn’t help but feel helpless. She knew that she wouldn’t have an easy day, so she reluctantly called Gu Jinchuan to ask for leave again.

If this went on, she might lose her job at the Gu Family.

Teary-eyed, Xia Qingtian spent the whole morning in the kitchen trying to learn how to make basic steak and pasta.

By noon, Bo Jingyan didn’t even go to work, instead choosing to work from home. As usual, he found fault with everything she made, pursuing every tiny mistake.

Xia Qingtian had to swallow her pain, tears threatening to fall, and put on a brave face.

Two days passed like this.

Xia Qingtian was so exhausted that dark circles had formed under her eyes. Even in her dreams, she saw Bo Jingyan pointing at her, ordering her to cook again.

She took a week off from the senior Gu, claiming that she was unwell.

That day,

After preparing the meal, for the first time, Bo Jingyan didn’t nitpick.

After finishing the meal without complaining, he looked at her coldly and suddenly said, “I have a business meeting to attend later. You’ll be my chauffeur for the evening. Drive me there!”

His tone was not one of negotiation, but of command.

Xia Qingtian was taken aback for a moment, instinctively frowning and couldn’t help but retort, “Mr. Bo, I’m your private chef, not your chauffeur. Shouldn’t you find someone else for this task?”

Lately, she’d been run ragged in the kitchen.

Now he wanted her to be his chauffeur.

What was Bo Jingyan trying to do?