The Perfect Heroine wants to Possess me {English Translation}

Chapter 30

The direct sunlight cast a gentle warmth on the ground, adding a touch of coziness to the cool autumn noon.

Every small villa welcomed the breeze, carrying with it the inviting aroma of rice—a familial beacon.

Stepping out of the car, the girl appeared outwardly calm, yet her pace was brisk.

As the wind tousled the long strands of hair on her face, the tips danced in the air like seaweed, and her turquoise eyes betrayed a lack of indifference.

Wei Qingyu entered her home with a myriad of questions, the anticipation akin to a meteor's journey to meet the moon. However, upon standing in the hallway, an unusual hush enveloped her.

Not far away, Ji Xiao was gracefully bent over a small casserole at the dining table.

A spoonful of soup, was on its way to Ji Xiao's mouth.

In the midst of this, Aunt Wu arrived at the table with the last dish.

Observing Ji Xiao attempting to sip the hot soup again, she couldn't help but mutter in a motherly tone, "Miss, the soup is freshly served and still hot. You should ladle it into your own bowl first and let it cool before sipping. Consuming hot food may lead to esophageal issues..."

Ji Xiao looked at mother goose and put the spoon back onto the bowl. "I know, I know, Aunt Wu. But don't your hands hurt from holding onto the plate? Put it down first."

Interrupted by Ji Xiao, Aunt Wu ceased her advice, saying, "Miss, this is the last one—fried shrimp."

As the white porcelain plate approached, the aroma of shrimp became more tantalizing.

Ji Xiao glanced at the dish and gestured to a spot on the opposite side, saying, "Place it there, and then all of you may go."

"Yes." Aunt Wu nodded and left with the servant still tidying up in the kitchen.

With the servants gone, Ji Xiao turned to Wei Qingyu, who was still changing shoes in the hallway, and inquired, "You're back?"

Unaware of Wei Qingyu's eagerness upon entering, Ji Xiao, while questioning, begins to drink the soul directly from the serving bowl again.

The young girl displayed an ordinary facade, easing Wei Qingyu's disquieted heart.

Pretending nonchalance, she bent down to put on her shoes, responding casually to Ji Xiao, "Yes."

"You made it back in time." Ji Xiao, proud of the table adorned with a rich variety of dishes, said to Wei Qingyu, "How does it look? Doesn't it look hearty and appetizing?"

Wearing soft slippers, Wei Qingyu approached the dining table, silently surveying the array of dishes.

Indeed, it was a feast for the eyes and the palate.

A plethora of vegetables and meats, exuding tempting fragrances.

The casserole in the center held a bowl of luscious soup, radiating an exceptionally tender flavor.

Yet, Wei Qingyu couldn't fathom the reason behind it.

It wasn't New Year or a festival, so why would Ji Xiao ask Aunt Wu to prepare such a meal?

Pursing her lips, Wei Qingyu hesitated to speak, but Ji Xiao, oblivious, urged, "Sit down, I'm famished. This is a 1,500-meter nutritious meal that I specially requested Aunt Wu to prepare for you."

Ji Xiao's words caught Wei Qingyu off guard as she took her seat.

She hadn't anticipated that Ji Xiao had arranged this elaborate spread specifically for her. The question lingered—why would Ji Xiao go to such lengths for her?