Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Luckily, Jiang Mingxu still had some humanity in him. He stopped teasing her and reached over her head to take away her cup.
Song Wei’s face flushed red. She felt that her act of revenge today was not very successful, and she wanted to retreat. “It’s getting late. I’ll go to bed first.”
However, Jiang Mingxu stopped her. “Wait.”
Song Wei seemed to have been bewitched by him. She stood rooted to the ground and stared blankly at what he was doing.
In the end, Jiang Mingxu took out the small pot that was usually used to warm milk, took out some ginger and brown sugar, and boiled some brown sugar water.
Initially, she was still skeptical when Gu Yiyao said that Jiang Mingxu could cook.
After all, he was born in a huge clan like the Jiang family. Wherever he went, he would be waited upon by a group of people. There was no need for him to cook or do household chores.
Song Wei was one such person herself. She was talented in all aspects, but she was utterly ignorant about basic life skills like doing household chores or cooking.
However, looking at Jiang Mingxu’s adept movements and precise control of the fire, he might truly be someone who knew how to cook.
Song Wei rested her upper body on the back of the chair and looked at the back view of him in front of the stove. She was suddenly a little dazed.
It turned out that a man being able to cook was such an attractive appeal.
In such a good atmosphere, Song Wei asked a somewhat unpleasant question that ruined it. “Young Master Jiang, Miss Gu said that you cooked for her before. Is that true?”
The brown sugar drink was ready in no time. Jiang Mingxu poured it into the cup and wrapped it in a thermal insulation cup sleeve before passing it to Song Wei.
His voice was low and calm as if he was not as resistant to this question as before. “Why are you so curious?”
Song Wei thought for a moment and said, “Because everyone knows about my past. Although it’s a little embarrassing, I don’t have any other stories besides this. But you are a blank slate to me.”
In her previous life, they had lived under the same roof for three years. However, she had always been relatively resistant towards him, so she never tried to understand him.
In this lifetime, she became interested in him. However, he had always been a low-profile person. Half of the information that could be found online was made up by the media.
What kind of person was he? What kind of things had he experienced…?
She was suddenly interested in everything about him.
Jiang Mingxu paused for a moment before finally speaking, “To put it simply… her father died to save my mother. After that, my mother was the one who had been taking care of her and her mother. Ten years ago, my mother passed away and left behind her last wish—which was for me to continue taking care of the mother and daughter.”
After Song Wei heard that, it was as if a rock had been lifted from her heart. “In that case… isn’t she the daughter of your benefactor? What can’t be mentioned about this?”
Jiang Mingxu paused for a moment, and the curvature on his lips gradually disappeared. “This matter involves the gratitude and grudges of the previous generation. It is a personal area that I don’t want to touch the most, okay?”
Song Wei nodded her head. Jiang Mingxu saying this meant that this matter was considered a wound to him.
She also wasn’t that kind of insensitive person who liked digging into other people’s scars to get to the root of a matter.
Hence, she quickly changed the topic. “All right, my confusion has been resolved. I can finally have a good sleep.”
With that said, she stretched her muscles.
Jiang Mingxu grabbed her waist and glared at her. “Have you ever thought about whether I will be able to fall asleep or not?”
Song Wei guiltily separated herself from Jiang Mingxu by taking the brown sugar water and smiled. “Young Master Jiang, thank you for your brown sugar water. I will go back to my room to rest first…”
However, Jiang Mingxu exerted more force on his hand. “What you owe me this time, you’ll pay it back the next.”
Song Wei’s face was as red as a tomato, and smoke was almost rising from her head. As though she was fleeing, she slipped back to her room with her brown sugar ginger tea.