Chapter 821: Chapter 821 You Scared Me Chapter 821: Chapter 821 You Scared Me The light in Ning Yanan’s eyes gradually extinguished.
“Yaya, don’t tell me what’s worth it or not, I’m only worried about you getting hurt right now. I can handle everything else,” Jiang Jinchen lifted her chin and lingered on her lips for a while, his voice hoarse.
“What about you, then? Do you think it’s worth it? If it weren’t for my insistence on clinging to you, you could still be peacefully working as your major journalist, chasing news, waiting for a promotion.”
“Are you hungry? I’ll make something for you to eat,” Ning Yanan avoided his gaze and turned towards the kitchen.
Whether life is stable or not doesn’t depend on what you do, but on who is with you.
“I’ll join you,” Jiang Jinchen stepped forward to follow her, and as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Ning Yanan pushed him away, complaining in a low voice, “I can’t cook with you hugging me .”
“I just want to hold you, to keep holding you and never let go, lest one day I lose you and can’t find such a virtuous wife,” Jiang Jinchen joked unseriously.
Ning Yanan was slightly startled, then lifted her gaze, “Who’s your wife? I don’t want to serve you for a lifetime, let go of me.”
He was a young master; not to mention cooking, it was already a great fortune that he wasn’t picky with food.
Although Jiang Jinchen always claimed he could cook, Ning Yanan didn’t have the courage to let him try.
“If you despise me, I’ll show you my skills. Maybe after you eat my cooking, you’ll be eagerly following me,” Jiang Jinchen let go of her and pretended to walk towards the fridge.
Just as he reached out to touch the fridge, his hand was stopped by Ning Yanan.
“Alright, alright, I don’t despise you. You’re good at everything; it’s just me being picky. I’ll make something myself,” Ning Yanan teased, reaching into the fridge to get the ingredients out.
Once she placed them on the washing station, she turned and pushed Jiang Jinchen out, “The kitchen is a restricted area for men, go wait outside.”
“I can be your sous-chef,” Jiang Jinchen propped his arm on the door frame, raising an eyebrow at her.
His slender peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, gazing at Ning Yanan who always refused his entry to the kitchen.
Ning Yanan left no room for compromise with her words, forcefully pushing him out of the kitchen and turned to tend to the food.
Having lived alone for a long time, Ning Yanan had long since honed her fine culinary skills.
Ordinary ingredients in her hands could be turned into something fresh and new.
Even if Jiang Jinchen actually knew how to cook, it definitely wouldn’t be as delicious as hers.
This, Jiang Jinchen knew.
What he cared about was the hurdle in her heart, which she still hadn’t managed to overcome.
Watching her busy figure in the kitchen, Jiang Jinchen’s eyes flickered, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist again.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice somewhat muffled, “Yaya…”
Ning Yanan’s body stiffened at his approach, her knife-wielding hand paused mid-air.
“You almost scared me.”
“But you’ve already scared me,” Jiang Jinchen spoke, taking the knife from her hand and placing it on the chopping board.
He straightened her body to look into her eyes.
“I’m just your man, even if I was once the young master of the Jiang Family, that was in the past. I don’t need you to accommodate me…”
“I’m not,” Ning Yanan bit her lip, her eyes darkening slightly.
Her hand unconsciously clutched the apron she was wearing.
She knew she was too sensitive, but she really couldn’t accept that the man who once had everything now had to huddle in a small house.