She Lost Memory Before the Divorce Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 0287: Yes, My Dear Wife Chapter 287: Chapter 0287: Yes, My Dear Wife Huo Tingxiao washed the vegetables, while Mu Lan prepared to get her apron. Just as she was stretching her foot to reach for it, a tall wall of a person appeared behind her.

The pleasant scent from his body carelessly infiltrated Mu Lan's nose. Soon, he took down the apron that was stored in the cabinet overhead, and then his long arms encircled her from behind, gently tying the apron around her.

Mu Lan was enveloped by Huo Tingxiao's presence completely. To her recollection, this was the first time he had done something like this for her; it felt both fresh and a bit warm.

Of course, Huo Tingxiao didn't just help her with the apron; he also tied her hair up. Mu Lan found it curious, wondering where he had found a hair tie.

“Are you even carrying a hair tie around with you?”

“The one I bought last time we had barbecue. It has been on my wrist ever since.”

Huo Tingxiao spoke very casually, as if it were a trivial matter hardly worth mentioning, but Mu Lan's mood suddenly changed.

Her thoughts instantly drifted back to that night, when they secretly sneaked out for barbecue. Thinking about it now, his stomach wasn't suited for that kind of food.

“Did you feel uncomfortable after we came back from there?”

Huo Tingxiao hadn't expected her to suddenly ask about this and naturally didn't tell the truth. In fact, he did feel a bit uncomfortable, but he was so used to stomach issues that minor pains hardly caught his attention.

“Not at all.”

Mu Lan eyed him suspiciously, her sixth sense telling her he was definitely lying.

“You should eat less of those things in the future, the ones that are hard to digest or too tough. The doctor said your stomach needs to be well cared for.”

This undeniable tone made Huo Tingxiao slightly smile. He dearly loved this side of her; it showed she truly had him in her heart to scold him so fiercely.

“As you command, Madame Wife.”

“Smooth talker.”

“All from the bottom of my heart.”

“And you, a grown man, aren't embarrassed to be seen wearing a woman's hair tie?”

Mu Lan thought if Huo Tingxiao were in a meeting, usually resting his elbow on the desk, then it would be clearly visible. The sight of this tough, straightforward man wearing a woman's hair tie, if his subordinates saw it, would indeed be too picturesque…

“Isn't it quite trendy for young couples to declare ownership like this? It shows I'm taken, saves others the effort of harboring intentions.”

Huo Tingxiao spoke with utter confidence, causing Mu Lan to almost burst into laughter.

After washing the rice and pressing the cooker's button for the rice, she began chopping vegetables.

Once everything was ready, she proceeded with cooking the dishes methodically.

“So old, yet trying to act like the young folks, must be tough on you.”

“So old?” Huo Tingxiao immediately scowled, hesitantly asking:
“Mu Lan, do you think I'm… too old? I am quite a few years older than you. You're only twenty-five, in your prime. Do you think…”
Mu Lan wondered if this man was actually concerned about being teased about his age?

“I just said it casually.”

Huo Tingxiao wrapped his arm around Mu Lan's slender waist, resting his chin in the crook of her shoulder, whining like a big puppy.

“Really? You don't think I'm old?”

Mu Lan was holding the spatula, just about to pour oil into the pan.

She felt awkward and uncomfortable multitasking but thinking about how tired he had been lately, she didn't have the heart to push him away and let him cling to her insistently.

“You're not old at all. You're still brimming with youth.”

Then came a “sizzle” as the Cai Xin was poured into the pan. Mu Lan skillfully stir-fried the greens in the frying pan, seasoning them as they finished cooking. Soon, a dish of plain stir-fried Cai Xin was ready.

She then moved on to the next dish, while Huo Tingxiao kept hugging her like a large koala, sweet as if he had dived into a jar of honey.

Such a good-natured Mu Lan, he absolutely adored her.

“Is that so? I feel like the words 'brimming with youth' have nothing to do with me.”

Huo Tingxiao started to become a hassle, and Mu Lan felt like she was taking care of a son.

“So what do you really want to hear? Right, we do have a generation gap, you old man?”

Huo Tingxiao was at a loss for words. Just moments ago, he thought his girl was both well-behaved and adorable, and then suddenly she revealed her claws–quite charming, really.

He felt like he was sick, no matter how Mu Lan behaved, he liked her.

“Old man, you can't push away this deal either; once sold, no returns.”

Mu Lan chuckled.

“What, intent on forcing a sale? Have you forgotten you're still on academic probation?”

Huo Tingxiao snuggled into her shoulder and started to act spoiled.

“I'm already sick, can't you make an exception? Have pity on a sick person.”

Whenever his illness was mentioned, Mu Lan's heart would tremble, afraid that it was… cancer.

Thankfully it was just a small polyp; it wouldn't be a worry after surgery.

“You talk as if I'm not sick myself. I have amnesia. That makes us even.”

Huo Tingxiao was dumbfounded–was this a way to offset the issue?

“But didn't you remember everything? That doesn't count.”

Mu Lan didn't care whether he agreed or not.

“Don't forget I still can't remember these past few months, so my memory is still incomplete.”

Huo Tingxiao couldn't retort. Fine, you're beautiful, you're right about everything.

He hugged her tighter, and Mu Lan felt a bit suffocated.

“Let go, I can't move freely when you're holding me like this.”

“Oh…”

Huo Tingxiao reluctantly let go, then obediently leaned against the nearby console to watch her cook.

Mu Lan was very adept with her knife work and stir-frying; her actions were those of a professional.

After all, being a housewife for so many years, these skills hadn't been forgotten.

Soon, four dishes were finished, along with a soup Li Sao had stewed early, which was made considering Huo Tingxiao's stomach, with plenty of millet added to the rice for nourishment.

Although they were just a few homestyle dishes, Huo Tingxiao had an enormous appetite.

Compared to famous restaurants, these meals made him much happier. If life could always be this way, he'd be completely content.

Unfortunately, the Huo family just wouldn't give him peace of mind.

Old Master Huo heard that the Huo Corporation had secured a plot of land and wasn't happy at all; instead, he was incredibly anxious.

He immediately called Huo Tingxiao to ask what was going on.

“Are you even worse than Huo Tingyang now? What in the world are you doing? You disappoint me greatly!”

Hearing the commanding roar on the phone, Huo Tingxiao wore an expressionless face.

“Grandfather, if you called just to say this, then I think I have nothing to explain.”

Huo Shiwen was immensely irritated, what do you mean nothing to explain?

“You… you're trying to kill me, aren't you? You're doing it on purpose, aren't you? You don't want to come back and take over Huo Corporation, right? So you're deliberately letting Huo Tingyang rise to the top? Hmm?

Huo Tingxiao, how did I end up raising such an ingrate? How can I entrust Huo Corporation to a bastard? What is Huo Tingyang anyway? How could you…”

Suddenly, there was silence on the other end of the line, followed by a burst of noise…

Chapter end

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