This was Chiang Qing’s first time entering the place where Qi Taiguo lived. Indeed, she deliberately ignored Cheng Su, focusing solely on the thought that this was Qi Taiguo’s residence.
No matter how much she tried to overlook it, she still couldn’t ignore the presence of a woman in the house.
Near the window stood a sofa covered in a simple fabric style. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table bearing a pot of fresh apples. Beside the sofa on the right was a telephone, and next to it, a three-tiered wooden rail shelf.
On the top shelf was a ceramic pot holding a few branches of wintersweet, and on the second, a glass bottle with water-cultivated ivy, exceptionally green and lively. At the bottom, a row of books was neatly aligned, easily reachable by someone sitting on the sofa.
Glancing around the entire room, although it wasn’t large, it was freshly painted and extremely tidy and clean.
That table by the wall must be where they usually dine, right?
There were only two chairs placed there, with an English plaid tablecloth spread on the table, which also held a two-eared ceramic pot. Instead of flowers, there were branches picked from who knows where, surprisingly artistic.
Indeed, artistic—this kind of quirky arrangement amazed and surprised Chiang Qing.
She had never imagined finding anything artistic in this place.
And really, could such a home be arranged by a man?
Impossible!
Chiang Qing restrained her footsteps, her manners keeping her from exploring Cheng Su’s bedroom.
She didn’t know whether she would scream on the spot if she did.
And merely by looking around, she had already developed a deep jealousy.
"Dr. Chiang, please have some tea. We’re just country folks, so we don’t have any fine tea—just ordinary Tieguanyin," said Cheng Su, pouring her a cup of tea.
"Thank you!" Chiang Qing took the cup and glanced at Qi Taiguo unintentionally.
That resentful and challenging look made Cheng Su frown slightly.
Could these two have some story she was unaware of?
"Our home is humble, and I’m afraid it might make Dr. Chiang laugh," said Cheng Su, deliberately pulling over two chairs.
"Not at all, it’s quite cozy, Sister-in-law Qi is really capable!" Chiang Qing smiled, but how sincere that smile was remained unclear.
Cheng Su smiled faintly and, seeing Qi Taiguo dressing, asked, "Where are you going? It’s almost time for dinner!"
"I just remembered I have a report I haven’t written. You two chat, don’t wait for me for dinner; I’ll come back to eat later," Qi Taiguo said indifferently.
Chiang Qing then said, "It seems like Commander Qi isn’t welcoming me, otherwise, why would you leave the moment I arrive?"
Qi Taiguo frowned.
"Exactly, Dr. Chiang seldom visits us, and you, as the host, must attend to the guest, or it is unsuitable," Cheng Su pulled Qi Taiguo down to sit, wrapping her arm around his arm, she laughed and said, "Dr. Chiang, don’t mind him. He is shy, uncomfortable around any woman except me. Even when Chunhua and Guihua from next door come over to play, he gets uneasy."
"Is that so?" Chiang Qing looked over, her expression full of implication, "Sister-in-law Qi, don’t be fooled by Commander Qi. When I’m giving my reports to Commander Qi, he doesn’t seem uneasy at all, even jokes around. Isn’t that right, Commander Qi?"
This was an outright provocation, aiming to stir up Cheng Su’s suspicions. Qi Taiguo’s face darkened. What did Chiang Qing mean by this?
Had she come here specifically to cause trouble?