Chapter 290: What Are You Laughing At? You Owe Me a Cleaning!

Song Qingtian watched as Ling Hanyu inspected her house.
He even checked the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Ling Hanyu emerged from the bathroom and looked at Song Qingtian: “How can you live so frugally? With your talent, making money shouldn’t be hard at all!”
“You sure talk a lot. I really like it here—leave me alone.”
Song Qingtian headed to the Kitchen, opened the fridge, and found some fresh eggs inside.
She boiled water to cook noodles and grabbed a few eggs.
Ling Hanyu stood in the doorway, watching her: “What are we going to do?”
Song Qingtian gripped her chopsticks tightly and said, “What do you think?”
“Let’s go see your father-in-law, then head back.”
Song Qingtian was cooking the noodles: “How do you know I’ll go back with you?”
“You’re my wife—why wouldn’t you come back with me? What are you doing here if not?”
“I have my own things to take care of, but you can’t stay, so you’d better go back!”
“You’re coming with me.”

Song Qingtian remained silent.
Ling Hanyu wasn’t in a hurry; he turned around and booted up Song Qingtian’s computer.
Song Qingtian came out of the kitchen, and he had already opened the laptop and cracked her password.
Song Qingtian knew Ling Hanyu was capable, but she hadn’t expected him to break her computer password so easily.
Thinking about it, if someone like Ling Hanyu could crack her password, then if she ever ran into an expert or elite in this field, her computer would be compromised in a matter of minutes.
So if she left, everything would have to be destroyed.
But her computer had cost a lot of money, too.
It was hard to part with it.
Song Qingtian walked over to Ling Hanyu and called out, “Time to eat.”
“Is this it?”
Ling Hanyu had already found the novel’s outline and read the original work, and he was now reading it.
Song Qingtian glanced at him: “You don’t even remember your own name?”
“Isn’t that a good name? I think the author has great taste.”
Ling Hanyu wore a smug expression, put down the laptop, and started eating the noodles.
Song Qingtian wanted to laugh—what was there to be proud of? The name was given by someone else, not something he’d chosen himself.
Watching Ling Hanyu gobble down the noodles like an ordinary person, Song Qingtian swallowed the words she’d been about to say.
“No one’s competing with you—why are you eating so fast?”
“I’m not comfortable leaving Nuonuo alone, so we should head back early. I’ve already downloaded the novel onto my phone, and I’ll go find your father-in-law soon. If he’s willing, we can bring him along too.”

Song Qingtian didn’t say a word, and she couldn’t even finish her noodles.
This man had a sharp mind.
She knew there was no room for negotiation anymore.
Taking her away was something he was determined to do.
But calling him brazen wouldn’t sit right either.
He was the epitome of self-importance.
How could someone who’d traveled through books just casually bring someone along?
It wasn’t like a time tunnel, either.
What kind of joke was that!
Looking at Ling Hanyu, Song Qingtian couldn’t help but tease him: “We still don’t even know how we’re going to get back.”
“Let’s go find your father-in-law first.”
After finishing his noodles, Ling Hanyu got up and went to take a shower. As for whether to bring her along or not, he didn’t want to think about it for now.
While Song Qingtian was standing by the door, someone knocked.
The door opened, and it was a delivery guy.
He’d brought clothes.
Song Qingtian opened the package and found a men’s outfit.
By the time she turned around, Ling Hanyu had already stepped out.
He dried off his body and hair, showing no intention of getting intimate with Song Qingtian at all. He quickly dressed, then took a look at Song Qingtian’s phone.
Song Qingtian had just realized that Ling Hanyu didn’t have a phone.
“Buy me one later.”
Once he’d changed into the clothes, Ling Hanyu looked up at Song Qingtian, and everything seemed so natural.
Song Qingtian was speechless.
She looked at Ling Hanyu and asked, “Could you be a little more polite?”
“Why?”
Ling Hanyu straightened up and crossed his arms behind his back.
His face was strikingly handsome, and his aura was both commanding and refined.
With a man like this, it was hard for Song Qingtian not to develop feelings—and forget about the original female supporting character who might actually manage to keep herself composed.
Sometimes, certain issues aren’t about missing the right angle; they’re about failing to put yourself in the other person’s shoes.
Ling Hanyu was like a luxury car: maybe it wasn’t suited to everyone, but most people would still fall for its opulent appearance.
Song Qingtian snorted softly: “What do you think? When I was with you, I wasn’t like this, was I?”
“At that time, you weren’t my woman yet, so in a sense, we didn’t share any ownership. But now it’s different—what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine too.”
“Hmph…”
Song Qingtian smiled for no apparent reason.
Ling Hanyu’s gaze grew darker: “What are you laughing at? You owe me a cleaning!”

End of Chapter 290: What Are You Laughing At? You Owe Me a Cleaning!