I Refused to Be a Substitute, and Shot to Fame on a Variety Show With My Mother-In-Law

Chapter 690 - 690: The Lowly Wei Yu (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

When Beike returned, Pei Jiao was still in the bathroom. He placed the food and clothes he had brought back on the sofa and the small table board, respectively. Then he walked to the bathroom door and knocked— “In there?” He asked at the top of his voice.

After a while, Pei Jiao’s voice sounded. “Yes.”

Beike was relieved. “I’ve bought all the food you like. There are also clothes. I bought two sets according to your favorite style.”

Pei Jiao said, “Okay.”

Beike retracted his hand and turned her back to the bathroom door. She muttered, “Wear whichever one you like.”

Pei Jiao said, “l heard you.”

Beike put his hands in his pockets. “Why are you so impatient?”

Pei Jiao did not respond. The bathroom suddenly became very quiet. Beike did not hear Pei Jiao’s voice and quickly turned back. He knocked anxiously on the door. “Hello? Are you alright?”

The bathroom door opened. A wave of heat and fragrance surged out. Beike raised his hand and waved, and a slender figure appeared in front of him. Pei Jiao was wearing a waffle-patterned bathrobe provided by the hotel and a white water-sucking towel wrapped around her head. Her face was slightly rosy and she looked good.

Beike clicked his tongue. “Were you cultivating inside?”

Pei Jiao wrapped her bathrobe around herself. “I’m in the immortal class.”

“No wonder immortal energy lingered around you when you came out.” Beike laughed out loud. “But I almost fainted from choking on so much immortal energy. You were suffocating inside, but you didn’t suffocate.”

Pei Jiao raised her eyebrows. “What did you say?”

Beike bowed. “l said, 1 wish Missy good health.”

Pei Jiao said, “Rise.”

Beike smiled. “You really think of me as a slave.”

After Pei Jiao raised her hand to hold the towel that had become a little heavy, she walked towards the living room. Beike followed her and asked, “On the way back just now, you said you wanted me to book you a flight to Mauritius. Are you sure?”

“What do you mean sure? You haven’t booked it yet?” Pei Jiao turned to look at him. This gaze was not to be trifled with.

Beike smiled bitterly. “I’m just confirming with you again. I’ll book it immediately. Oh right, are you alone?”

Pei Jiao said faintly, “Otherwise, would I be half a person?”

Beike: ‘

Pei Jiao walked to the sofa and bent down to open the bag to look at the clothes Beike had brought. In the end, she chose a black sweater and jeans. She took the clothes back to the bedroom to change and blow-dry her hair. When she came out again, Beike had already opened all the food and placed it on the small table.

“You can eat now.” Beike waved at her.

Pei Jiao took off the towel on her head and casually placed it on the back of the chair beside her. Then, she walked over and sat down. Looking at the braised pork chops, crayfish, and a sticky Malatang in front of her, she swallowed and rubbed her hands together, ready to take it directly.

As soon as she reached out, she heard a smack. Pei Jiao retracted her hand, her face filled with anger. “It hurts.”

Beike sneered. “It’s the pain that will teach you a lesson. I’ve already placed the disposable gloves in front of you. Can’t you see them. Hurry up and put them on.”

“You control too much.” Pei Jiao reluctantly put on disposable gloves. She liked to eat delicacies like crayfish, beautiful frogs, and roasted meat.

These were also available at the base, but in order to maintain her persona, she had never taken the initiative to ask to eat them. Now that she had returned to her life, she could finally realize her freedom as a crayfish.

Pei Jiao was impressed. Seeing that she was eating so happily, Beike did not send the few crayfish he peeled into his mouth and gave them all to Pei Jiao. He couldn’t help but ask curiously, “How have you spent the past month or so there?”

Pei Jiao said as she ate, “l got by.”

Beike gritted his teeth. “I’m being serious.”

Pei Jiao’s mouth was red from the spiciness. Beike poured her a glass of soda. After she drank it, she said, “How do you think you can live with someone you hate every day?”

“Someone you hate…” Beike thought for a few seconds. “Wei Yu?”

Hearing this name again, Pei Jiao was clearly stunned.

Beike saw through it. “Actually, when you gave me the map that night, I guessed that you should be by Wei Yu’s side. Logically speaking, if you wanted to take revenge on him for breaking off the engagement, it wouldn’t have taken so long. It’s been more than a month. What are you still doing there?”

Pei Jiao’s puffed cheeks slowly stopped. “It’s a long story.”

Beike: “Then let’s make it short… Pei Jiao’s expression was solemn. “l played Wei Yu.”

Beike’s reaction was slower.. “How?”