Chapter 1397: His Home Has Nothing (Part 1)

Thus, under the cooperation of Song Jiaqi and Ye Yang, Song Xiaoxi obediently finished drinking the glass of water.

After she drank it, Song Jiaqi slowly placed Song Xiaoxi on the bed, allowing her to lie flat and have a good rest.

"Da Bao..."

After Song Jiaqi arrived, it was rare to hear these two words from Song Xiaoxi’s mouth. Her heart felt a chaotic mix of emotions, like a spilled bottle of mixed flavors.

She placed her hand on Song Xiaoxi’s forehead, gently touching it, and said, "Sleep well, mom is here."

Ye Yang was watching from the side. What should have been a harmonious scene was interrupted by Song Xiaoxi’s next words: "Da Bao... Big villain..."

Song Jiaqi: "..."

"..." Ye Yang scratched his head and looked out the window.

Never mind, he heard nothing.

...

Eleven o’clock at night.

Song Jiaqi, who had been taking care of Song Xiaoxi in the room, finally came out, leaving the door slightly ajar.

She walked out, stood in the hallway, and upon seeing the outside for the first time, began to take in Ye Yang’s home.

As expected from a superstar’s home, in summary, just two words: luxurious.

A dazzling crystal palace light on the ceiling, both in design and materials, was top-notch. The details of other parts of the villa, when measured against the specifications of this crystal palace light, were equally impressive.

The feeling it gave her was: nowhere should be touched carelessly.

Because if anything were damaged, even if she and Song Xiaoxi were sold together, they couldn’t afford the compensation.

"Is Xiaoxi feeling better?" A voice came from the living room downstairs.

Song Jiaqi looked down and saw Ye Yang sitting in the living room.

His home clothes had turned into a bathrobe, his hair still half-wet, apparently just out of the shower, sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed atop the coffee table, and a laptop on his lap, doing something unknown.

For a moment, Song Jiaqi was stunned, her throat involuntarily swallowing.

Sigh...

See no evil.

Even though she no longer had the passion she had for Ye Yang seven years ago, she was still a twenty-five-year-old girl. Seeing him looking like this post-shower, she couldn’t help but feel like he was tempting her...

"Mm, much better, her fever has gone down several degrees, and she said she’s hungry." Song Jiaqi quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked down the stairs.

Because of the distance, Ye Yang didn’t notice any change in her gaze.

"It’s good that it’s down, otherwise we would have had to go to the hospital."

After Ye Yang spoke, he lowered his head again.

Just right, she didn’t have to look at him either.

As she passed by him, her destination was the kitchen: "Can I borrow your kitchen for a bit? I want to cook some lean meat porridge for Xiaoxi."

"Go ahead," he replied, suddenly raising his head again, "Oh, I think there’s no meat in the fridge."

"Eh?"

"I never cook, the maid comes occasionally and does the grocery shopping. I haven’t noticed. You can check the fridge yourself to see if there’s anything usable."

"...Okay," Song Jiaqi said as she headed toward the kitchen, "So, when the maid isn’t around, do you always eat takeout?"

Although she never expected the man to have any great cooking skills, still...

Eating takeout every day is a bit much...

Can’t he even make simple noodles?

Ye Yang suddenly looked at her back.

"Yeah... The maid took a month off to go back home, so these days Xiaoxi and I either eat out or order takeout."

"..." Song Jiaqi was speechless, shocked, "You two have been eating takeout for a whole week?"