Chapter 343: Chapter 332: Five Days Left Until the Wedding_2
“I didn’t say this was for you to eat, this is specially prepared for Qiao Jing, so she can have my homemade food for lunch.”
The next sentence from Su Manhan shattered all of Zhan Nanqing’s beautiful illusions.
“I didn’t say this was for you to eat, this is specially prepared for Qiao Jing, so she can have my homemade food for lunch.”
Zhan Nanqing’s smile on her face suddenly froze, and it took a few seconds for her to snap back to reality, looking at Su Manhan in astonishment.
“What did you say? It’s for Qiao Jing? I didn’t hear wrong, did I?”
She thought she was hallucinating and started to dig at her ear,
Su Manhan rolled her eyes silently and packed all the lunchboxes into the insulated bag.
“Yes, it’s for Qiao Jing, oh, stop with the nonsense, just take it to her for lunch, I also prepared your meal, you can eat with her.”
Zhan Nanqing, holding the insulated bag, felt a bit sour in her heart.
“Mom, so you’re saying you made food for Qiao Jing on purpose, and I’m just an afterthought? I haven’t even eaten these dishes before, who exactly is your real daughter, huh?”
Su Manhan didn’t pay any more attention to Zhan Nanqing, pushing her out the front door, urging her, “Hurry up and go to work, or you’ll be late.”
Inside the research institute.
Qiao Jing had just completed a task and was sitting on the sofa resting when a familiar figure walked in.
Xu Moqian held a bouquet of roses in his hands, placing it on the table, he sat down next to Qiao Jing.
“Sister Jing, how are you feeling? Why did you come back to work after just a few days of rest?”
Qiao Jing’s gaze fell on the big bunch of roses, her temple abruptly throbbed.
“My health is good, so I came back to work. Remember to take the roses with you.”
Xu Moqian looked at the bouquet of roses with a saddened expression.
“I can’t do that, I bought them especially for you.”
Qiao Jing glanced at Xu Moqian, her tone becoming much more serious.
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Xu Moqian adjusted the position of the roses, speaking in a whining tone.
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Zhan Nanqing’s voice came from the doorway.
“No need to go out for lunch.”
Qiao Jing looked at her, puzzled.
Zhan Nanqing walked to the table, took all the lunchboxes out, and arranged them neatly.
When Xu Moqian saw the notes on the lunchboxes, his mouth opened in surprise.
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, knowing they wouldn’t be able to finish all the food, would that not be a waste?
“Why did you bring so many dishes over?”
Zhan Nanqing put away the insulated bag, her tone carrying a hint of sourness, as if she was jealous.
“I didn’t want to bring all this, but my mom asked me to bring it all for you to eat, and she made it specifically for you.”
Qiao Jing was stunned, staring at the notes on the lunchboxes.
She had already been discharged from the hospital, so why did Su Manhan prepare so much for her?
And each dish seemed complicated, likely having taken a lot of time to cook.
She had never been treated this way by a female elder, and for a moment, she was somewhat at a loss.
Xu Moqian froze with his hand reaching out for the lunchbox when he heard who had prepared the meal.
“Sister Jing, why has your nominal mother-in-law suddenly become so nice to you?”
He found it strange and was somewhat worried.
He clearly remembered that Su Manhan really disliked Sister Jing, yet the current situation clearly showed an intent to treat Sister Jing well.
But with such a drastic change in Su Manhan’s attitude, wouldn’t Sister Jing decide to stay at the Zhan Family?
Why had this happened just when he was finally counting down the last five days?
Qiao Jing pursed her lips and put all the lunchboxes back into the thermal bag to prevent them from getting cold.
“Maybe it’s because of what happened a few days ago.”
After packing away the lunchboxes, she went back to work, and Zhan Nanqing followed her.
That left only Xu Moqian sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the thermal bag.
This is bad, with Su Manhan being so nice to Sister Jing, she definitely intends to keep her here.
Even if he couldn’t have Sister Jing, he wasn’t going to let that kid Zhan Qipei have her either.
He wanted Sister Jing to be free and on her own; perhaps one day he might have a chance. But if Sister Jing stayed at the Zhan Family, he would have no chance at all.
Before he knew it, it was noon. Qiao Jing put down her work and sat at the table.
Zhan Nanqing also sat down at the table and took out all the lunchboxes.
Once the covers of the lunchboxes were opened one by one, the aroma of the food wafted through the air.
Xu Moqian’s stomach embarrassingly rumbled, and he scratched his head awkwardly.
“This food smells amazing, but not as good as the ones you make, Sister Jing.”
Qiao Jing glanced indifferently at Xu Moqian and didn’t respond, instead, she started eating with her chopsticks.
After lunch, she noticed there was still a lot of food left uneaten, but wasting food was against her principles.
Zhan Nanqing stood up, intending to discard the leftover food, as that was what she was accustomed to doing after a meal.
Just as she was about to lift the edge of a lunchbox, Qiao Jing stopped her.
“No need to throw it away, just leave it.”
The lunchbox’s compartments were precisely divided into three sections, but before eating, Zhan Nanqing, wanting Qiao Jing to eat more, had given half of her own portion to Qiao Jing.
This meant that all the leftover food in the lunchbox was Qiao Jing’s.
So Qiao Jing planned to bring it home in the evening, finish the leftovers, and then cook some new dishes for Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Nanqing paused for a moment but didn’t ask any further questions.
Just as everything was packed up, Zhan Nanqing’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller and then at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Nanqing’s gaze.
“Take the call; it’s your break time.”
Only then did Zhan Nanqing press the accept button, and Su Manhan’s voice came through.
“Nanqing, I’m at the entrance of the research institute right now. Come out for a moment. I’ve cut some fruit for Qiao Jing to eat. Help me bring it in.”
Zhan Nanqing stiffened; her mother had prepared everything for Qiao Jing, seemingly ready to attend to Qiao Jing personally.
She felt a pang of jealousy in her heart, but she still agreed.
“All right, I’m coming out now.”