Master Pei's Wife is a Devil Concubine Chapter 675 - Chapter 675: How Sweet!

Chapter 675 - Chapter 675: How Sweet!

Chapter 675: How Sweet!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Pei Song’s birthday was uneventful.

To be precise, he had not celebrated his birthday at all in the past three years. This year, Du Meilan was back, so he went home to have longevity noodles at noon.

Du Meilan had cooked the noodles herself. Unlike Ji Xi’s signature Yang Chun noodles, her noodles were made with plenty of ingredients. Autumn leaf crabs and beef were used as marinade, and she also added some black fungus and organic seasonal vegetables. It smelled delicious.

Pei Song only wanted to take a bite, but seeing that, he felt like eating.

As he ate, he teased his father for being unlucky. “If he divorced you two years later, he would also be able to taste your cooking.”

“No wonder you’re single.”

Pei Song curled his lips into an evil smile.

Pei Xingxing brought over the gift he had prepared. When Pei Song saw the logo on the box, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He opened it and took out the watch. He took off the watch of the same brand from his previous wrist and casually threw it to the side. In front of his son, he put on the watch. It was just the right size. He didn’t even need to adjust the chain.

Du Meilan took a look and smiled, “aiyo, Xingxing is so generous.”

Pei Song raised his eyebrows. “You spent all your red packet money?” Pei Xingxing waved his small hand. “It’s okay. I can earn money in the future.”

“I’ll help you recover your savings during the new year.” Pei Song bent down and held his son’s little face, kissing it.

Pei Xingxing was instantly petrified. He slipped out of his hand and took a few steps back. He frantically wiped his face with his sleeve. “Daddy is so disgusting! ! ! ”

Pei Song: ‘

His face darkened slightly as he fell silent for a few seconds. He glanced at

Madam Du, who was watchinq him make a fool of himself, and raised his chin as if he was trying to save his face. “My son is straighter than the legs of a table.” “Maybe he only dislikes you?”

Pei Song:

He said that he couldn’t stay here anymore. After lunch, he took his car keys and drove back to Huichun Hall.

He was casually joking, but when he left, Du Meilan could see a tiredness that was hard to notice.

Du Meilan sighed and returned to her room.

She did not have a good impression of Sonya. She would never support their marriage. She knew why her son did not want to celebrate his birthday. The day Sonya went to get the divorce certificate was Pei Song’s birthday.

Pei Song was too tired during that period of time. He had done everything he could, but he could not salvage this relations.h.i.+p.

Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction. Every year on this day, he would feel tired, annoyed, and that he…was a failure.

He spent an afternoon in Huichun Hall and consulted 12 patients, which was four times more efficient than usual.

Outside, the sky was dark. The manager just came back with some takeout boxes.

When he pa.s.sed by the office, he saw his boss sitting on the chair through the half-open door. His long legs were crossed, and the pen in his hand was rotating at a constant speed. He did not know where his gaze was focused.

The manager knocked on the door and the pen stopped.

The man quietly put down his pen and looked at him. “Yes?”

The manager raised the takeout boxes in his hand. “Do you want to eat together?”

Pei Song smiled emotionlessly. “I’m still full from the longevity noodles from noon.”

“Longevity noodles?” He knew that his boss hadn’t celebrated his birthday for three years, so that was rare.

“Miss Cao made it?” The manager asked curiously.

Pei Song smiled calmly. “Stop teasing me.”

The manager could tell that his boss was in a bad mood, so he stopped smiling. “Then I’ll go eat first. Bye, boss!”

The office returned to silence. Pei Song checked the time with the watch his son gave him.

Half a minute later, the sound of the swivel chair sliding backwards was clear. He took the car keys and left.

When he stepped into the driver’s seat, he had no idea where he was going, but forty minutes later, he parked the car in the underground parking lot of the apartment.

Cao Zhuzhu had a lot of work to do these few days, and she usually got up early to go out. Today was no exception.

He didn’t know if she would be there, but he tried his luck.

When the elevator reached the 56th floor, he unlocked the door with his fingerprint. As he opened the door, the sound from the kitchen suddenly stopped for a moment.

He noticed that Cao Zhuzhu’s favorite pair of high heels was at the entrance.

There was no time to be happy. In the kitchen, which had been quiet for a few seconds, there was a series of clattering sounds and the sound of gla.s.s shattering.

Pei Song frowned and walked over in large strides.

Just as he placed his hand on the handle, the door opened first. Cao Zhuzhu came out from inside and quickly closed the door from behind. Her back was pressed against the door, and her wrist was bent behind her to hold the handle. “Why are you back all of a sudden?”

Pei Song leaned back slightly and looked at her fl.u.s.tered expression for a

while. The corners of his lips curled into a mysterious smile.

“Miss Cao, did you blow up my kitchen?” He asked casually.

Cao Zhuzhu smiled awkwardly. She grabbed his wrist and was about to walk out. “You’re back so early. You haven’t had dinner yet, right? I’ll treat you to dinner today!”

Before she could move forward, she was pulled back. She quickly turned her head and saw Pei Song going to open the kitchen door again. She quickly used her body to block him.

Pei Song usually did not enter the kitchen, but he was interested in it today and wanted to go in no matter what.

Cao Zhuzhu was exasperated. “You…”

“What about me?” Pei Song said calmly.

Cao Zhuzhu seemed to have thought of something and her tone softened. She forced a smile. “Don’t go in.”

Pei Song tilted his head slightly. “But I’m the landlord. If the kitchen explodes, the landlord has the right to check, and…”

Cao Zhuzhu couldn’t find any words to refute him for using his ident.i.ty as the landlord to pressure her.

Pei Song placed one hand on the door frame while his other hand went around her and grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

When he opened the door, the door pushed Cao Zhuzhu’s body forward, pus.h.i.+ng her into his arms and pressing against him.

The two of them stood there, and the door was only half-open, but Pei Song already saw it.

Although the kitchen wasn’t really blown up, it wasn’t too far off.

All the pots and pans in the house had been dug out. The sink was full, the oven was open, and flour was scattered on the countertop and floor.

Beside him was a bag from the supermarket. There were many things in it. Eggs, b.u.t.ter, cream, a cake mold, chocolate powder, matcha powder..

The biggest bag had the words “cake mix” written on it.

A gla.s.s bowl fell to the ground and shattered. It was probably the sound he had just heard. A huge ball of dough that definitely did not look smooth fell out of the bowl….