All Chapters of COLD MR. QING WANTS ME AGAIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The car was awkwardly silent most of the way, apart from the few times Qing Han tried to talk to Tuan Tuan.They treated me like I wasn’t even there. It was only that he threw me a few gazes from time to time.Qing Han had said that he would ask Tuan Tuan for directions, but he didn’t. He seemed to know very well where he was going.I scoffed inwardly. He must have found out the moment he realized I was back in the country.He stopped the car near our apartment and got out. I got out too before he could walk to my side. I didn’t want his pretense of being a gentleman and opening the door for me.So, he helped Tuan Tuan out instead.“Go into the house and wait for me,” I said. I wanted to tell Qing Han that just because he had helped us once didn’t mean it solved all the issues between us.Tuan Tuan looked at Qing Han and then back at me. “Mama, your boss just helped us out today. We should invite him home for dinner…”“Okay!”“No!”Qing Han and I said at the same time. I looked at him

I saw everything almost at once, and the anger I had just managed to calm with sleep doubled over. Qing Han was sitting at my dining table with Tuan Tuan beside him. Several dishes were spread out, and the two of them were eating and laughing together. 'Uncle Qing?' I felt betrayed. Did my son just change the way he addressed Qing Han? Before, it had always been “Mister” or “your boss.” When did it become “Uncle Qing”? I looked at them again, my lips moving but no words coming out. The smell of the food wasn’t from the neighbor. It was from my own house. “What are you doing here?” I asked angrily. How could he come into my home without permission? Qing Han didn’t say anything. He just leaned back in his seat, staring at me like he had every right to be there. “Mommy, I was hungry. So I called him,” Tuan Tuan said, probably unaware that what he had done was wrong. I furrowed my brows. “Come here, Tuan Tuan…” My voice was low but commanding. And I didn’t miss the look he gave

After Qing Han left, I stood by the door and stared into space for a long while. I was starting to get confused with myself. For four years, I had known that I hated that man with everything I had. And when I came back and he started making things difficult for me, that hatred only grew stronger. The previous day, after he forced me to go to that hotel room and then chased me out like I was a dog, a dark thought had crossed my mind.Killing him. Of course, I knew I would never do something like that, but the thought had still crossed my mind. But ever since he defended me earlier today, then kissed me in the parking lot, something inside me had shifted. I knew it wasn’t real. I didn’t even want it to be real. I still needed to hate him. He was going to be my enemy forever. But every time I thought about that first kiss, my heart would skip a beat. I would see his handsome face so close to mine, and my heart would race uncontrollably. That didn’t mean I had stopped hating him. I

…Hunger woke me up in the morning. Apart from the breakfast we’d had the previous day before going to the mall, I hadn’t eaten anything else. So I wanted to go to the kitchen to make something for us. But since it was still a bit early and I wasn’t going to work until the evening, I decided not to wake Tuan Tuan. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed the food on the dining table. I stopped briefly. It was the food that Qing Han had cooked for Tuan Tuan. My first instinct was to throw the rest away. I didn’t want anything to do with Qing Han in my house. I took a trash bag and walked toward the table. But my stomach grumbled the moment I laid my eyes on the baked chicken. The food was already cold, but it still looked very appetizing. I pursed my lips. I didn’t know that Qing Han was a good cook. I remembered how he had bitten into the meat the previous night, and my stomach grumbled again. I looked behind me carefully to make sure Tuan Tuan hadn’t followed me. Then I picked up o

My heart still felt a little heavy when I went to work in the evening. Tuan Tuan’s question kept bugging me. It was obvious that he respected Qing Han so much. He looked up to him. So I wondered if he would be happy if he ever found out that Qing Han was actually his father. Of course, he had asked me a few times in the past if I loved Mo Xuan. He had wanted Mo Xuan closer to him too. But it was nothing compared to what he felt toward Qing Han. He had known the man for only two days, yet their relationship already seemed stronger than that. The moment I got to work, everyone was cheering for me. I had almost forgotten that I was so famous online. All thanks to Qing Han. “Why didn’t you ever tell us? We didn’t know Qing Han was your husband,” one of my colleagues said. I tried explaining to them that it was a misunderstanding, but none of them believed me for even a second. “If it was a mistake, President Qing would have taken it down already. We know men like him,” someone sai