The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s Chapter 1607: Fragrant, Sweet, and Tempting (9)

Even though Duan Sishu was unwilling, in the end, she could only sit in the car, watching Duan Qirui’s figure getting farther away, screaming nonstop in the car out of anger.

Duan Qirui waited until the car drove away, then walked toward the hotel. As he walked, he took off the gloves on his hands, and as he passed by the trash can in the hotel lobby, he casually threw the white gloves in.

He walked back to the private room, opened the door and ca in, saying to Duan Qianyang, "She’s sent off."

"Hmm." Duan Qianyang nodded, then lied with a straight face to the Ruan Family, "Sishu had so business and left first; co, let’s continue, don’t mind her."

"..." Jiaojiao.

Without Duan Sishu, the atmosphere in the private room indeed beca harmonious again.

Waiters were bringing in dishes one after another; everyone continued eating and chatting, while Feng Nianian sat quietly between Duan Qirui and Duan Qianyang, almost like she was invisible, with no intention of asking Duan Qirui about Sishu’s whereabouts.

On the other hand, Duan Qianyang, seeing her eating quietly with her head down, felt a bit sorry and turned to her, "Nianian, no need to be reserved, all present are like family."

In the future, Jiaojiao was destined to be his daughter-in-law, so calling them family was not an exaggeration, and the Ruan Family understood this, so no one objected.

Feng Nianian pursed her lips; she glanced at Duan Xi, who was especially attentive to Jiaojiao from a distance. Sothing flickered in her lowered eyes, but Duan Qianyang did not notice it; she raised her head and gave a shy smile to Duan Qianyang, "Okay, thank you, Uncle."

"Hmm, eat up." Duan Qianyang personally placed so food on her plate, then turned back to continue talking with Ruan Jianguo beside him.

Jiaojiao’s appetite was small lately; she didn’t eat much. Plus, she was preoccupied with the sour plum soup in front of Duan Xi, so she wasn’t focused on her al.

Duan Xi, noticing this, frowned tightly, and as if he couldn’t do anything about it, picked up the sour plum soup in front of him and held it out to her, saying, "Just one small sip."

"Really?" Jiaojiao imdiately bead.

Duan Xi nodded, and Jiaojiao promptly reached out to take it, but Duan Xi avoided her hand, saying, "I’ll feed you."

Jiaojiao pouted, knowing what he ant; by feeding her himself, he could control exactly how much she drank.

Though she was sowhat dissatisfied, it was better than nothing. Jiaojiao happily leaned in to take a sip, the cool, sweet-and-sour taste of the sour plum soup lighting up her eyes.

She didn’t even rember the last ti she had a cold drink; it seed like it had been forbidden ever since she started her period.

Moreover, the last incident, when cold water caused her to worsen her condition of uterine cold, even stopped her period for a year until she recuperated. As a result, her family watched her very closely now.

Duan Xi truly allowed only a small sip; once Jiaojiao got a taste, he imdiately took the cup away. The cup, which was a brown color, had a tiny lipstick mark on the rim when Duan Xi took it back, his eyes darkening as he fixated on that smudge.

Jiaojiao licked her lips, sowhat unsatisfied. Whatever she thought of, she took a clean cup from the other side and said to Duan Xi, "Brother Xi, can you give just a little more? Just a little more, it’s your birthday today, so let toast you with sour plum soup instead of wine, okay?"