The Fox Wife

  The two words "wife" trapped Qiao Yunxue, all the way her eyes wandered, but she didn't dare to glance at him again.

  Entwined fingers, random thoughts. Alas, wife... this title really confuses the mind.

  Rong Qian's dark eyes shone brightly, as if gazing at the beautiful stars in the sky. The residual light in the corner of her eyes occasionally swept over her entwined fingers. Then she immediately shifted her gaze away, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

  Her appearance has always been open and transparent, there shouldn't be many things that can trap her clever self...

  The phone rang.

  She took a glance and it was another unfamiliar number. Qiao Yunxue answered: "Who is this..."

  "Qiao Yunxue, how did you meet Shao Fan again..." Su Qinglan's flustered voice came over.

  Qiao Yunxue didn't say another word and pressed the exit key.

  Su Qinglan found him so quickly, did she hire a private investigator to monitor Luo Shaofan's actions at all times?

  It's really frustrating! It seems this task is even harder than expected.

  He glanced at her gloomy appearance and smiled faintly, saying nothing more.

  Back home, Qiao Yunxue slipped into the small bathroom to take a bath. Having two bathrooms was great, she didn't have to smell his scent.

  After taking a bath, I washed my undergarments separately. After hanging them out to dry, I came back and saw Rong Qian in the study, busy with something. He was stroking his chin, deep in thought, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

  Alas, she also has a headache. She really doesn't want to have more contact with Luo Shaofan, and Su Qinglan is unclear about the boundaries between public and private life, like having placed a time bomb... She should think carefully about how to achieve the highest work efficiency with the least amount of interaction.

  Leaning against his study door, Qiao Yunxue touched her nose: "Rongqian, tonight's household chores are yours."

  "Oh?" He responded casually, and it wasn't until a while later that he looked up, "Qingyun will help out tonight. Thanks!"

  It seems that both of them are busy tonight. With a quick turn, Qiao Yunxue rushed back to the nursery, made two paper slips, and put them in front of Rong Qian: "Why don't we draw lots? Whoever draws A does the chores tonight. Whoever doesn't draw it does it tomorrow night."

  Rong Qian put down the pen in her hand, with a hint of a smile, gazing at Qiao Yunxue. Her eyes shone brightly, captivating everyone's attention, making people overlook her slightly pale face.

  The cartoon pajamas on her body had a broken face and a gray wolf, which could dispel some of men's jade hopes.

  Before her face turned red, Rong Qian calmly picked up a crumpled paper and opened it. He was slightly stunned to find that the note he had picked up had a big "A" on it.

  He won the lottery.

  "Congratulations, Mr. Rong!" Qiao Yunxue's spirit soared as she casually threw away her own note, "Please let Mr. Rong do the laundry and sweep the floor, I'll serve him again tomorrow night. Thank you!"

  Rong Qian is really good at deceiving people, she made a fortune out of it.

  She ran into the nursery with a curved eyebrow and opened a small bag, while opening those materials, she entered a state of meditation.

  Watching her leave quickly, Rong Qian didn't miss the cunning color that flashed in her eyes. His heart moved, he bent down to pick up the paper ball she had thrown away.

  Expand —— Indeed, above is also a big "A".

  Qiao Yunxue made two identical paper slips. No matter which one he drew, it would be A on top. She cunningly looked at his first, letting him confirm the prize, then quietly threw away her own slip. Dead with no evidence!

  His wife tried to shirk household chores by resorting to trickery?

  One raised eyebrow, a humble expression with slightly relaxed lip corners, forming an amusing curve.

  His wife was not only a cat always on the alert but also possessed the cunning nature of a fox.

  She must be secretly delighted that he was easily deceived.

  Rong Qian stroked his chin, narrowed his eyes, and gazed at the A on the note with a hint of a smile.