Chapter 25 - Do You Think I Can Fill My Stomach? (1/2)

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Peng Zezai grabbed her waist. “Let’s go home.”

She struggled to follow him. “Don’t go home too early…”

She turned around and saw Zheng Zilin. Her heart ached a little. She felt that because of her, they had focused too hard on avoiding suspicion.

Zheng Zilin met her eyes and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up in a smile. Little Jia Jia seemed to be reluctant to part with him.

Not long after, Peng Zezai let go of her waist and walked silently in front of her. He got into the car without saying a word. Was he angry because he could not go out on a date?

She opened the car door. “Actually, you don’t have to care about me. I can go home on my own. You can continue to play with your friends.”

In the cold car, Peng Zezai looked up slightly. Because his grandfather did not allow them to live apart, they had been living together ever since they got married. In the past, when they came home late every night, she would ask him what he was doing.

He felt annoyed, so he had been traveling frequently for the past three years. He would go away for a month or even longer. As long as he did not see her anywhere, he would not care about what she did. However, there was one caveat. She could not be with Zheng Zilin.

“Get in the car,” he said coldly.

“But, I’m hungry…” She hesitated.

“Get in the car.”

‘Alright, I’ll get in!’ If she did not get in the car, he would lose his temper.

Zhao Jia got in the car. “Can I treat you to dinner?”

Peng Zezai ignored her. She said, “Then, can you treat me?”

He kept silent.

What? She could not even have a meal? With such a bad temper, probably only Zheng Zilin could tolerate it. She snorted and turned her back to him. The two of them did not say anything until the car drove into the villa called Fengting. Zhao Jia was the first to get out of the car. She was so hungry that she almost started screaming, so she left very quickly.

As soon as she entered, she heard the servant’s respectful voice. “Dinner is ready.”

Zhao Jia thought of Peng Zezai’s bland tastes, and she felt bitter.

It was better than nothing. For the baby in her stomach, she had to eat. She changed into slippers and walked into the dining hall. The food was as bland as she had imagined. However, the baby in her stomach was surely cute. Zhao Jia was not like pregnant women in TV series who had no appetite. Instead, she had a good appetite. Why didn’t Peng Zezai come to eat? Was he full?