Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again

Chapter 1938: Chapter 1936: Gu Qiaoqiao, Are You Afraid?

Qiaoqiao and Qin Yize once again returned with a car full of goods. Halfway through the journey, Qiaoqiao managed to store about eighty percent of the items in the space, leaving only a few specialty gift items. Some were bought for the aunt, while others were presents for everyone back home, all of which could easily pass customs.

The couple wasn’t idle either. As they drove, Qin Yize taught Qiaoqiao English.

Her memory was astounding; learning was truly effortless for her.

Qiaoqiao realized that if she were to take the college entrance exam now, she might even end up being the national top scorer.

After returning to the manor, Qiaoqiao organized her belongings, while Qin Yize went out to buy a carving knife for her.

He was somewhat heartbroken seeing Qiaoqiao so worried, but he understood that to her, even his family was her family, and this sentiment moved him.

Fortunately, carving knives are easy to buy, and what he bought was of very high quality, although not comparable to the set Qiaoqiao already had, but still decent.

After Qin Yize brought the carving knife back, it was time for Elder Luo’s dinner invitation.

This time, it was hosted at a large restaurant.

Naturally, they had Western food.

With high standards and luxurious decor, both the service and ingredients were the finest.

Qiaoqiao used to have a psychological aversion to English, so instinctively, regardless of the word, she had no impression of it. However, now after really studying it, she found it straightforward and enlightening.

Qiaoqiao was pleasantly surprised to find that she could almost understand what the waiters were saying through guesses.

And as she passed through the lobby, hearing some people’s conversations, she occasionally grasped a sentence or two, which for Qiaoqiao was nothing short of delightful.

Although this couldn’t compare to her learning the Heaven-reaching Talisman, it was enough to make her proud.

It wasn’t difficult at all.

As long as you wholeheartedly learn, it’s completely manageable.

Su Ye’s parents were in poor health, currently recuperating in the ward where Luo Ye used to stay, getting checkups and treatments, for their ailments over the years were indeed numerous.

Placing them in that ward was also partly due to the remaining spiritual energy there, and now that Luo Ye had been discharged.

He attended this evening’s banquet.

Undeniably, the two brothers were tall and handsome, with similar features, especially when they smiled; their peach blossom eyes sparkled charmingly, seemingly very romantic.

Yet, in reality, they were both very devoted.

Because Luo Ye had been in the ward for years, his skin was relatively pale, but considering he was practically declared dead—with no chance of waking up, let alone walking—this was no longer an issue.

Luo Ye expressed profound gratitude toward Qiaoqiao through his gaze, even though he was unaware during his coma. Upon realizing his condition, he was immensely grateful for the chance to wake up again, to walk hand-in-hand with his wife down the shaded path, thanking Qiaoqiao, his family, and the heavens.

However, after becoming aware of his parents’ actions, he grew distant from them.

In cases like his, one becomes akin to a living corpse, so usually the mother-in-law would coax the daughter-in-law to stay and care for him diligently.

But his mother, on seeing Su Ye, spewed vile words without restraint. These weren’t things Su Ye directly told him, but his visiting friends informed him instead.

His friends coincidentally witnessed it a few times.

His mother seldom came to see him, and when she did, she was indifferent, venting inexplicable resentment towards Su Ye. He truly couldn’t comprehend why his mother had turned this way.

He knew she was somewhat petty and narrow-minded, recalling how his parents often bad-mouthed his grandparents when he was little—only doing so behind their backs without daring to act on it. He gradually forgot about it, realizing now that the bitterness accumulated over years was intense. Thus, irrespective of how Grandpa handled them, he couldn’t utter a word, for it would be too heartbreaking.

Hence, Luo Fan’s parents naturally didn’t attend tonight’s banquet.

Midway, Qiaoqiao went to the restroom, only to unexpectedly encounter Choo Lan upon coming out.

As soon as she laid eyes on Choo Lan, Qiaoqiao was momentarily stunned.

She noticed Choo Lan appeared slightly different than on the wedding day.

For someone like her, with a typical aura exuding a hint of nobility—coming from a prestigious family, despite doing nothing, her resources were far richer than an average person, yet atop her head was a faint black mist.

And the formation of this black mist was quite similar to Luo Fan’s parents.

Qiaoqiao squinted her eyes.

What’s going on here?

Her mind kept pondering, wishing to obtain answers from her Soul Mentor, but unfortunately, no definite information was provided.

Apparently, even her Soul Mentor was unaware.

Suddenly, Qiaoqiao had a flash of insight; perhaps since her Soul Mentor didn’t know, it might imply that someone from the Mystic Sect of this land had done something to them?

But what could the purpose be?

Furthermore, Luo Fan’s parents and Choo Lan seemed to have no connection whatsoever.

These thoughts flickered for mere moments, and when Choo Lan saw Qiaoqiao, her gaze carried a streak of venom and resentment, intensifying the black mist above her head, although Choo Lan’s face appeared rather unwell.

Choo Lan seemed to be dining with a male companion and also headed to the restroom, leading to their encounter in the corridor.

Choo Lan concealed her hatred, casting a meaningful gaze at Qiaoqiao, who calmly returned the look.

She nodded slightly; since the other party remained silent, there was no need for her to speak first, so Qiaoqiao prepared to walk past her. Unexpectedly, just as they were passing, Choo Lan suddenly reached out to grab her.

Of course, Qiaoqiao reacted quickly and instantly moved three steps away, leaving Choo Lan’s hand grasping air, surprised albeit with furrowed brows, "Qiaoqiao, what do you mean?"

Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes internally; Choo Lan’s question was simply bewildering.

Speaking to her was a waste of breath, so Qiaoqiao ignored her, walking straight ahead, not expecting Choo Lan to raise her voice from behind, "Qiaoqiao, are you scared? Why did you dodge as soon as you saw me? I just wanted to grab you, why did you run away so quickly?"