Chapter 342: Chapter 332: Only Five Days Left Until The Wedding
Zhan Nanqing was also anxious, frowning, but she had no way to solve the problem.
“I don’t know either, but my brother definitely wouldn’t agree. Mom, let’s not go in for now. I’m going back to work, and you should go home.”
Su Manhan had a headache, and so did Zhan Nanqing.
After returning to Purple Garden, Su Manhan plopped down on the couch and stared blankly at the fruit plate on the table as if it had a deep grudge against her.
Zhan Yao noticed Su Manhan’s unusual behavior, even when her favorite peaches lay on the table untouched.
What could make her look ?
Only then did Su Manhan come back to her senses, her tone full of distress.
“Only five days left of Qipei and Qiao Jing’s engagement.”
Zhan Yao uttered an “oh”, understanding Su Manhan’s meaning. She felt five days were too long and wanted Qiao Jing to divorce Qipei immediately. He began to console her.
“You’ve endured it for almost two hundred days, just be patient for the last five days. Qiao Jing will leave the Zhan Family soon and you won’t need to worry about these things anymore.”
Su Manhan glared at Zhan Yao somewhat angrily.
“What are you saying? I wish Qiao Jing would stay in the Zhan Family and let me worry for a lifetime. If she divorces Qipei, where can I find such a good daughter-in-law? No, I can’t let them divorce.”
“What are you saying? I wish Qiao Jing would stay in the Zhan Family and let me worry for a lifetime. If she divorces Qipei, where can I find such a good daughter-in-law? No, I can’t let them divorce.”
Hearing Su Manhan say this, Zhan Yao was stunned and looked at her with a strange expression.
Did she really just say that? Wasn’t she the one who hated Qiao Jing the most?
“What? You—you want Qiao Jing to stay in the Zhan Family?”
Su Manhan glanced at the puzzled Zhan Yao and began to explain.
“Of course. Yesterday, not only did Qiao Jing save me, she even took a knife for me. How could I possibly treat her as I did before? And I misunderstood her before; I always thought she was a vain person.
But if she were vain, how could she possibly propose to leave the Zhan Family? I’m telling you, you have to be good to her from now on and treat her like your own daughter.”
Zhan Yao’s jaw dropped enough to fit an egg.
He hadn’t ever actively troubled Qiao Jing since she joined the family.
As for his attitude toward this daughter-in-law—there was no particular attitude.
Su Manhan didn’t care what Zhan Yao thought and continued from where she left off:
“Qiao Jing and Qipei are talking about getting a divorce; what should I do? I don’t want to lose such a good daughter-in-law…”
Zhan Yao took a while to accept Su Manhan’s drastic change.
“Talking to me about this now is less useful than thinking about how to make Qiao Jing stay; there are only five days left. Have you ever thought that Qiao Jing wanting to leave the Zhan Family could be because of you?”
Su Manhan felt a bit displeased and immediately retorted.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Zhan Yao slightly wrinkled his brows and began to analyze the situation for Su Manhan.
“Your attitude toward Qiao Jing was not good before, and you were even targeting her. Now that the marriage is approaching its end, how could she possibly stay in the Zhan Family and put up with your bad temper?”
Su Manhan didn’t speak but thought it over carefully.
It seemed true. If she were Qiao Jing, she would definitely choose to leave the Zhan Family too.
It looks like she had to be extra nice to Qiao Jing.
Starting from tomorrow, she would cook various nutritious foods for Qiao Jing to help her recuperate.
The next morning, Zhan Nanqing went to the entrance to change her shoes.
As she was about to leave for work, Su Manhan came over with a thermal bag.
“Nanqing, take this to the institute.”
Zhan Nanqing stared at Su Manhan in surprise.
Su Manhan took out neatly packed lunch boxes from inside, each with a note attached to it.
“Rice, Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Peking Duck, Dragon and Phoenix… ”
Zhan Nanqing’s eyes widened, and she almost drooled.
“Wow—Thank you, Mom! Did the sun rise from the west today? You actually made so much delicious food for me?”
To know, her mother was a typical lady who ‘did not touch the spring water with her own ten fingers.’
Although her mother had learned a few dishes during her idle time, she rarely cooked.
Her making chicken soup for Qiao Jing yesterday was already very rare, and today she even made meals for her.
The next words from Su Manhan shattered all of Zhan Nanqing’s beautiful fantasies.