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Chapter 212: Master Jue Wanted to Marry a Wife

Chapter 212: Master Jue Wanted to Marry a Wife

“Second Brother, are you in Qing Cheng with Jue?”

“Yes, I’m busy! Tell me quickly!”

“Is there... a woman by his side?”

“There’s no woman! There’s only one demoness!”

“What?”

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’m busy breeding pigs! You sow, don’t run! I’ll spank your buttocks...”

“Wait a minute. Second Brother, have you treated Jue’s illness? Can he touch women now?”

“No. He won’t be able to recover from that illness in this lifetime. Hmph... Let’s not talk about it anymore. The sows here are all bullying me. I’m so angry...”

Over the phone, Bai Lang’s exasperated voice stopped.

Bai Mori sighed helplessly. Her exquisite makeup was slightly wiped away.

It seemed that she had to make a trip to Qing Cheng herself.

She picked up the medicine box and walked to the door.

She stopped in her tracks.

That won’t do.

Jue hated it when people took the initiative to disturb him.

She shouldn’t go.

“It’s fine. I’ll wait for you here in the Imperial Capital.”

Bai Moli gripped the medicine bottle in her hand tightly.

“Jue, I believe that you will return. Because only I have what you want!”

Gong Jue took a cold shower.

Feeling depressed, he got onto the bed.

Gu Qiqi was already huddled under the small blanket with her eyelashes tightly shut.

Gong Jue was angry and amused as he looked at the lump on the small blanket.

“I’m not that much of a scumbag. I don’t do things like fighting with my life on the line.” He stretched out his big palm and hugged her small waist.

The girl’s fragrance immediately filled his chest.

Gong Jue’s breathing tightened.

He immediately felt that he had taken a cold shower for nothing just now.

He gnashed his teeth.

Helpless, he rushed out of bed and turned on the tap once more...

The newly changed tap was probably going to be broken by him again tonight...

Gu Qiqi slept the most peacefully since her rebirth.

In the beginning, she was still worried that Gong Jue would lift up her skirt and check if she was really having her period.

But later on, she realized that Gong Jue was a fake hooligan and a real gentleman.

He actually believed her. He would rather take a cold shower than touch her.

He was well-behaved the entire night and didn’t harass her.

Thus, when she woke up, Gu Qiqi couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

But when she thought of that elegant and pleasant female voice over the phone, this bit of guilt immediately disappeared.

She didn’t want to share men with other women, and she definitely wouldn’t accept a man with another woman.

As for what Gong Jue said about “marrying her”, she would treat it as a joke for now.

Anyway, the people who heard these words that day were either going to jail or were on Gong Jue’s side.

That promise didn’t affect or shake her life at all.

In the Imperial Capital.

At the Gong Residence.

A family of four was sitting around the breakfast table.

Gong Jue’s father, Gong Qing, was also a man with a bad temper and always kept his word in the early years. Although he no longer cared about the Gong clan’s affairs, his influence remained and he remained stern.

Her mother, Song Junhua, was a famous painter. She was gentle and beautiful.

At this moment, Song Junhua was adding a bowl of porridge to Gong Jue gently. “It’s rare for you to come home for a meal. Jue, eat more.”

Gong Qing snorted coldly. “Little brat, you still know how to go home?”

Gong Jue ignored him and nodded lightly. “Thank you, Mom.”

Gong Qing frowned. “What’s the use of thanking her? If you’re more sensible, you should scoop rice for your mother first!”

Songsong blinked desperately. “Hubby, it’s not easy for the child to come back. Don’t talk so much.”

Gong Qing laughed coldly. “If I don’t talk about him now, he’s going to soar into the sky! He even smashed someone’s mental hospital yesterday! He was so awesome!”

Gong Jue said neither servile nor overbearing, “Shouldn’t you serve your own wife? Please understand that you should be the one scooping rice for Mom.”

“You... You brat!” Gong Qing nearly slapped him.

But in the very next second, the man’s tall and sturdy body bent slightly. His long and slender arms instantly helped her scoop up the utensils scattered on the floor.

Gong Jue’s words made everyone stop what they were doing.

“Dad, Mom, I want to marry and get a wife.”