The Young Master's Bride

Inappropriate Living Situation

Ye Qingge turned on the tap and started gargling. ‘Seriously…’

Li Nancheng’s room was huge. There was a small alcove with a chaise lounge, which Ye Qingge lay on.

This was no different from the hospital, and she was used to such conditions.

She stayed at the hospital every day when her mother was sick and even gave up their rented home.

The money that she received from her surrogacy had been used up when her mother passed away.

After some thought, she realized that she had never really bought any beautiful clothes over the past few years and did not have a lot of friends either.

She certainly could not go out for a movie or to eat. These were things that a girl in the bloom of her youth should be enjoying.

It was as if it had nothing to do with her.

She had once dreamed of romance and having a boyfriend who could give her a shoulder to lean on…

Ye Qingge suddenly smiled at the thought of this, and her heart rapidly raced with excitement!

To have someone in your heart can be a beautiful thing.

As she smiled, Ye Qingge suddenly thought of Li Beichen. She thought of him a lot…

‘He likes men, he has a son, he didn’t have dinner…’

Ye Qingge overheard Li Nancheng on the phone.

“My wife is asleep, Little Uncle! If you’re hungry, make some noodles yourself!”

“Little Uncle…”

“Got it!”

Ye Qingge could hear it. It looked like Li Beichen was hungry and wanted her to make something for him to eat.

“Hey, wife, make some noodles for my little uncle. He’s hungry!” Li Nancheng called out.

Ye Qingge closed her eyes, choosing not to reply.

She did not want to face Li Beichen, especially after finding out about his preference for men.

“Wife…”

She continued ignoring him.

“Ye Qingge…”

Ye Qingge simply refused to answer and pretended to be asleep. contemporary romance

Then, she heard a knock on the door.

“Little girl?” It was Li Xingming’s voice.

Ye Qingge had no choice but to get up and open the door. After all, it was Li Xingming and he had knocked on the door very loudly.

Li Nancheng looked very annoyed when she walked out and turned his head away.

“Do you need anything, Grandpa?” Ye Qingge ignored Li Nancheng and opened the door to answer Li Xingming.

“You’re not married to Nancheng yet, girl. It’s inappropriate for you two to sleep in the same room. I’ve arranged a room for you!” Li Xingming replied with a smile.

“Nancheng will need someone by his side in the middle of the night in case he needs anything, Grandpa. We slept in the same room back at the hospital, so it’s fine!”

Lying on the bed, Li Nancheng overheard Ye Qingge and smiled. His wife cared for him, at least.

“That’s fine then!” Saying nothing more, Li Xingmin turned around and left.

Ye Qingge stood at the doorway, hesitating for a few seconds before shutting the door.

She headed towards the kitchen. As she walked through the living room, she saw Li Beichen sitting on the couch and watching television.

She made a simple bowl of noodles and served it on the dining table.

“The noodles are ready.” She walked to the living room to call Li Beichen.

Li Beichen continued watching television and took no notice of her.

Li Nancheng’s bedroom was initially on the third floor, but he was now sleeping in a room on the first floor as it was inconvenient for him to move around.

Li Beichen had overheard the conversation between Ye Qingge and Li Xingming.

Ye Qingge rolled her eyes when she realized that Li Beichen was ignoring her.

‘You’re a masochist, Ye Qingge. You actually made noodles for him. You really enjoy getting slapped, don’t you? I’ve never met such a sulky man in my life.’

Ye Qingge turned around to leave. However, before she could take two steps, someone caught her hand.

Concealed underneath her clothes, her necklace had peeked out just as she turned around.

“What are you doing, Li Beichen?” Ye Qingge lowered her voice, as they were in the living room.

“Where did you get that necklace?”

Li Beichen’s unfathomable eyes turned ice-cold when he saw the cross-shaped necklace around Ye Qingge’s neck.

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