Chapter 93

"Where should we go for a stroll?"

"Let's go home. You're injured." Yu Qingying looked at Tang Zhendong's arm, which had just stopped bleeding, but the bloodstains were still clearly visible. It was obvious that the bleeding had just stopped after he stopped fighting.

"Alright, I'll take you home first." Tang Zhendong was about to take Yu Qingying home, but she suddenly grabbed him, "Not you taking me home, but I'll take you home first."

Tang Zhendong was taken aback, "Huh?"

"What? Do you have a beauty hidden at home, making it inconvenient for me to go?" Yu Qingying blinked, feeling a bit smug about her little scheme.

"No, that's not what I meant," Tang Zhendong flailed his arms, trying to explain, "I just feel that we're not going in the same direction. When you go back, I'll have to take you back again, and we'll just be running around on the road."

After a long while, Tang Zhendong finally explained himself to Yu Qingying.

"It's fine, I'll take a taxi." Yu Qingying's demeanor was very relaxed, which made Tang Zhendong feel a deep sense of guilt. He felt that if he refused her, it would be an unforgivable sin.

"Alright, let's go. I'm still hungry, let's buy some ready-made food and eat together at home." Tang Zhendong said as they walked to a supermarket nearby.

"Okay, but why buy ready-made food? Why don't I cook for you? Don't you want to try my cooking? By the way, do you have a stove at your place?" Yu Qingying's big eyes twinkled, as if they were speaking.

"Yes, but my cooking isn't good. It's just edible, but it doesn't look, smell, or taste good." Tang Zhendong self-deprecatingly said.

Actually, Tang Zhendong could cook, but his skills were just at the level of making food edible.

"Can you cook? I heard that girls nowadays can't cook, wash clothes, or do dishes." Tang Zhendong seemed to doubt that Yu Qingying, from a high-ranking family, could actually cook.

"Ha, you can try my cooking. My skills are not something I share with just anyone. So far, you're in the top three who have tasted my cooking."

"Ha, that's great, I'll try it and then give my opinion."

The two of them wandered around the supermarket, buying some vegetables and seafood. Yu Qingying also bought some alcohol swabs and Yunnan Baiyao.

"Why are you buying these? The bleeding has stopped."

"Alright, I'll take care of it when we get back. Don't worry about it."

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Yu Qingying followed Tang Zhendong under the dim streetlights of the newly built Happy Village, carefully avoiding stones and debris on the ground.

While helping Yu Qingying avoid a small pit, Tang Zhendong naturally held her hand and kept holding it until they reached his rented apartment.

"This is where you live?" Although Yu Qingying found the environment novel, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. Could there still be such a dilapidated place in Haicheng?

Yu Qingying lived in a government residential area, where the leaders of the Haicheng Municipal Committee and Government resided. There were dedicated armed police guards at the entrance, and a specialized cleaning company maintained the area, cleaning it at least three times a day. It was said to be spotless, though this was somewhat exaggerated, but one could imagine how clean it was. It was hard to find a single leaf on the paths, despite the high greenery rate in the residential area.

"Ha, it's a bit old, but it's cheap." Tang Zhendong didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. Even after seeing Yu Qingying's villa, he didn't feel inferior about his small rented apartment.

Yu Qingying couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and appreciation for Tang Zhendong. He had given her a magical waterproof pearl worth ten million, which she had heard Wang Xiaoya from the jewelry store offer ten million for. Tang Zhendong didn't even bat an eye. This showed that he was a cold exterior but warm-hearted person. He gave her such a valuable gift without hesitation, while he lived in such a dilapidated place. Yu Qingying didn't look down on him; instead, she was deeply moved because Tang Zhendong gave her the best things he had.

A wave of immense happiness instantly flooded Yu Qingying's heart. She wasn't unfamiliar with wealth. Although her father, Yu Zhenhua, was the mayor with a modest salary, her mother, Meng Ruhua, came from a prominent family. Yu Qingying's grandfather was a leading businessman in Haicheng, though he had retired and passed the entire Meng Group to his son, Yu Qingying's uncle.

The Meng Group was a well-known paper manufacturing giant nationwide. While many might not know the Meng Group, they would certainly recognize Chenming Paper.

Tang Zhendong took out his keys and opened the door. Yu Qingying entered and curiously looked around his simple and tidy room. "Not bad, clean and neat. Wow, your blanket is folded so neatly."

Yu Qingying looked around and was surprised to see the neatly folded quilt on Tang Zhendong's bed.

"I practiced this skill for a long time." Tang Zhendong self-deprecatingly said, not feeling the least bit embarrassed about his past in prison. On the contrary, he felt that since he was going to be with Yu Qingying, he shouldn't hide anything from her. It wouldn't be fair to her if he didn't tell her about his situation.

Yu Qingying smiled but didn't say anything. She, of course, knew about Tang Zhendong's past. After he was taken away from school, he was a topic of discussion for months, and the wave of gossip only slowly subsided after half a year.

Yu Qingying had heard many such discussions, and there were several versions of why Tang Zhendong went to prison, but the outcome was always the same.

"Where's the water?" Yu Qingying pointed to the vegetables and seafood, breaking the silence.

"It's outside, let me do it!" Tang Zhendong was about to take the basin. In his place, there was no strict distinction between a basin for washing the face and one for washing vegetables.

"No, you sit down. You're injured, just wait and eat." Yu Qingying pushed Tang Zhendong's hand away and went outside with the basin, the sound of water splashing soon followed.

Tang Zhendong took off his coat and went to the yard. He splashed water on his arm, washing away the blood under the dim light.

"Don't catch a cold, go back inside, I'll clean it for you later!"

"I'm fine, my body is strong."

Yu Qingying worked quickly, and it didn't take long to wash the vegetables. Tang Zhendong carried the basin back inside, turned on the stove, and started cooking the seafood. He then chopped the vegetables and meat, and the whole process was very smooth, showing that he was no stranger to the kitchen.

"Do you cook at home?"

"My parents are very busy, and I often stay home alone, so I have to cook for myself. Sometimes, I cook for them when they come back home." Yu Qingying continued cooking while talking, not slowing down her movements. "I have a strange feeling. Although the environment of the village you live in is quite dilapidated, once I stepped into your yard, I felt refreshed, as if I were in a utopia."

"Knock, knock," Tang Zhendong hadn't even had time to respond when a knock came from the door. "Brother Zhendong, are you there?" For mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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