Transmigrated as the Top-Tier Alpha's Secretly Married Ex-Wife - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

For some reason, Su Tuantuan felt that Mo Xian, standing before her, looked a bit like…

A pitiful…

Stray dog?

Mo Xian was also a bit embarrassed. This request seemed too outrageous. Hiding out at her ex-wife’s house was one thing, but now she was trying to mooch a meal. She just wanted an excuse to spend more time with Su Tuantuan.

Would Su Tuantuan think she was a glutton with low self-control?

Mo Xian cared about her image. “Forget it, I just…”

“It’s fine.”

Su Tuantuan pressed the cook button on the rice cooker. “It’s just one meal. But I’ll warn you beforehand, my cooking is not as good as a professional chef, and I’m not preparing extra dishes. Just casual eating is fine.”

Mo Xian quickly nodded.

Su Tuantuan felt something was off.

When she used to see Mo Xian, Mo Xian was always aloof and hard to approach.

Now, she felt like Mo Xian had changed into a different person.

Mo Xian stepped into the kitchen. “Is there anything I can help with? The bok choy needs washing, and the shrimp needs to be prepped. I can do those.”

She seemed a little flustered, even walking a little stiffly when she entered.

Su Tuantuan rubbed her chin, looking at her meaningfully. “Nothing at all. Just go wait. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

She refused quite directly.

Mo Xian pushed her luck. “Can I look around?”

Su Tuantuan’s gaze towards Mo Xian was somewhat strange.

This apartment was gifted to the original owner by Mo Xian. Didn’t Mo Xian know anything about it?

What was there to look at?

Su Tuantuan’s first thought was: Is she trying to take the house back?!

No way! The house was hers now. Mo Xian couldn’t possibly take it back!

Perhaps sensing the strong caution in Su Tuantuan’s eyes, Mo Xian explained, “I have an apartment with a similar layout, and I wanted to see how you decorated it, to get some ideas.”

Get some ideas?

Hadn’t she been here before to see it?

Su Tuantuan was full of doubts, but then she remembered how much Mo Xian hated the original owner before, not even willing to reply to texts. How could she possibly come here to see the original owner?

Only the original owner was desperate enough to set the password to Mo Xian’s birthday, which was why Su Tuantuan dared to enter the password last time, right?

She was instantly relieved.

Mo Xian was the female lead, so rich. She wouldn’t bully a small cannon fodder like herself.

She picked the vegetables. “Go ahead. You can look anywhere except the bedroom.”

The bedroom was, after all, a very private space.

Mo Xian didn’t intend to look there anyway.

While Su Tuantuan was cooking, Mo Xian walked around and went to the study.

The study had a hidden compartment. Behind the bookcase, there was a space that was originally intended to be a walk-in closet, but Su Tuantuan had converted it into a place to store albums and merchandise. Su Tuantuan had sent Mo Xian photos of it before.

Mo Xian recalled the messages Su Tuantuan had sent.

She looked around and found the eagle head ornament on the bookcase.

She twisted it. The eagle head came off, and the bookcase slowly swung open, revealing a wall full of neat albums.

Mo Xian’s heart soared with joy.

Su Tuantuan hadn’t moved any of these things. She had indeed kept them.

Even if it was just affection for an idol.

She still hadn’t changed.

Mo Xian felt her eyes well up with moisture, for some reason.

She slowly pushed the eagle head back. The bookcases closed, returning to their original appearance.

Su Tuantuan still liked her.

She just no longer held any expectations.

Despite what Mo Xian did to make Su Tuantuan utterly disillusioned, Su Tuantuan still retained that feeling for her as an idol.

Her emotions were very complex.

She wasn’t just concerned about Su Tuantuan.

She didn’t know what she came here to verify.

But a voice in her heart told her that if she let Su Tuantuan go just like this, she might regret it for the rest of her life.

The thorn in her heart stemmed from the night Su Tuantuan threatened her.

Su Tuantuan had tried to explain many times before, but Mo Xian never listened and naturally assumed Su Tuantuan was full of scheming.

But now, she was becoming interested.

She wanted to know what Su Tuantuan’s motive was for threatening her that night and clinging to her for marriage.

What was the reason?

What made Su Tuantuan do such a thing?

Even after their divorce, Su Tuantuan couldn’t bear to destroy this wall and even attended all of her concerts.

Su Tuantuan was, at the very least, not as bad as she had thought.

When Su Tuantuan came to call her for dinner, Mo Xian was staring blankly at the bookcase. Su Tuantuan followed Mo Xian’s gaze and saw Mo Xian’s eyes fixed on the book titled: How to Win Over Your Sweetheart? Do These 99 Things and They Will Be Yours!

This was a book the original owner had bought.

Su Tuantuan didn’t have much free time, but she maintained a habit of reading in her leisure time.

She hadn’t touched any of the original owner’s things, instinctively thinking that the original owner would be angry if she returned one day and saw her belongings missing.

The books Su Tuantuan read were basically kept in the bedroom.

Her footsteps were light. Mo Xian didn’t notice her entering the study. Su Tuantuan reached out and pulled the book out.

Mo Xian finally looked over at her, but her gaze was a bit dazed, as if she hadn’t quite snapped out of her thoughts.

“Do you like this book? It’s a gift for you.”

Su Tuantuan put the book in her hand. Seeing Mo Xian hesitate to speak, she smiled. “No need to thank me. You gave me so many things. It’s only right that I give you a book in return.”

She tossed her hair back. “Dinner is ready. Come out and eat.”

This movement was casual yet incredibly sensual.

It wasn’t a deliberately posed gesture but something inherent in her.

Even though Su Tuantuan was now wearing the simplest possible loungewear—a T-shirt and shorts.

Mo Xian only then realized Su Tuantuan had changed clothes sometime earlier.

She was wearing a purple floral dress when she entered, but now she had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Her two fair, slender legs looked like bamboo shoots. Mo Xian silently followed her, seeing that Su Tuantuan had already set the table.

Su Tuantuan had also prepared a fresh juice. The color looked rather strange. Su Tuantuan asked, “Want to drink some?”

Mo Xian frowned slightly. “What is this?”

“Kiwi and pear juice, with lemon added.”

She poured herself half a glass. Seeing Mo Xian remain silent, she poured her a small amount. “You can try it first.”

It looked like some sort of “dark cuisine.”

Mo Xian silently picked it up and took a small sip.

Hmm…

It didn’t taste that bad.

But…

It wasn’t very good either.

Mo Xian only picked up her chopsticks after Su Tuantuan started eating. She hadn’t been involved in the cooking process, but Su Tuantuan’s culinary skills were surprisingly good.

These dishes were all low-salt and low-oil, quite light.

Very fitting for a celebrity.

After all, one couldn’t eat too much greasy food while maintaining their figure.

Mo Xian ate half a bowl more rice than usual.

She was constantly building muscle, so she never cut out meat. Even if she rarely ate staple foods, she consumed large amounts of meat.

Su Tuantuan had a small appetite and was full after a few bites. Seeing that Mo Xian still seemed a bit hungry, she felt she should treat her guest well in her own home.

“Do you want me to cook you two more chicken drumsticks?”

Su Tuantuan looked at the empty plates Mo Xian had cleaned up and tentatively asked, “It looks like you’re still hungry?”

She had been worried that Mo Xian had some other motive for staying for dinner.

Now it seemed she worried for nothing.

The person was simply here to mooch a meal.

She hadn’t expected Mo Xian to have such a large appetite.

But then again, with the intense physical exertion of concert rehearsals, her stamina depletion was rapid. She wouldn’t be able to keep up her physical function without enough food.

When she asked this, Mo Xian looked up, her eyes shining. “Can I?”

Su Tuantuan: “…”

She had just been polite.

How could Mo Xian actually have the nerve to accept more food!

Her mouth twitched. “When is your manager coming to pick you up?”

The implied meaning: If you don’t have enough time, forget it; you’ll leave before the chicken drumsticks are cooked.

Mo Xian drank the remaining fresh juice in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and met Su Tuantuan’s smile. “She’s busy and said she would be here before ten.”

Su Tuantuan: “…”

That was still over three hours away.

She stood up to clear the dishes. “Alright, I’ll go braise the chicken drumsticks now…”

Mo Xian moved faster than her. “I’ll wash up. I already feel bad making you cook.”

It was clear she was very eager to do something.

She stacked the three plates and bowls together and carried them all to the kitchen. After Su Tuantuan wiped the table, she saw Mo Xian hunched over the sink, vigorously scrubbing.

Su Tuantuan: “…”

This girl, didn’t she see the dishwasher below?

Forget it. She probably enjoyed playing with water.

Let her wash them.

Su Tuantuan turned on the TV. It was showing a clip from a work the original owner had filmed before.

On the screen, the female supporting character played by the original owner screamed hysterically in the heavy rain: “How are you going to pay back what you owe me!!!”

Su Tuantuan: “…”

How hideous.

She shook her head and changed the channel. Mo Xian had already finished the dishes and came over, drying her hands with a tissue. Su Tuantuan tossed the remote to her. “You sit down for a bit. I’m going to braise the chicken drumsticks.”

The TV was switched to a music channel. Mo Xian acknowledged it and picked up the remote to switch to another program.

The scene showed the original owner lying on a stool, being beaten, shouting, “You all just wait! I will be back!”

Su Tuantuan, getting chicken drumsticks from the fridge: “…”

For the next half hour, clips of the original owner’s past film and television roles echoed throughout the living room.

Mo Xian watched with keen interest. Su Tuantuan checked the time, estimating the drumsticks would be ready in ten minutes. She sat down next to Mo Xian. “Change the program.”

She reached out, but Mo Xian held onto the remote, her gaze fixed on the TV. “I think it’s quite good.”

Su Tuantuan: “…”

She had shame, too!

She snatched the remote and exited the page, only to realize that what was playing just now was a compilation of the original owner’s film clips. She didn’t know who was so bored as to edit these things together. She quickly flipped through the channels, saw Qiao Yanran’s name, and immediately clicked on it.

Mo Xian turned her head as soon as she saw Qiao Yanran’s face.

Her eyes were questioning. Su Tuantuan felt uncomfortable being watched. She leaned back against the sofa and lifted her chin. “Watch this. Yanran’s acting is very good.”

According to the plot development, Mo Xian and Qiao Yanran should be mutually admiring each other, with a hint of romantic affection, right?

Su Tuantuan cleared her throat, trying to cover her embarrassment. “I think Yanran is quite good. She’s a very dedicated and kind young girl. What happened at your concert last time was all a misunderstanding.”

So, feel free to boldly like her!

But Su Tuantuan didn’t say that out loud.

She paused, tossed the remote back to Mo Xian, and ignored Mo Xian’s intense gaze.

Her ears were already burning.

“You watch. The drumsticks are almost ready. I’ll go check on them.”

She immediately stood up.

Mo Xian didn’t move, looking down at the top of her shoes. There were no personal belongings of hers in this house. She was only wearing disposable shoe covers.

After Su Tuantuan left, she lifted her head, staring at Qiao Yanran’s charming, innocent, and harmless face on the TV. She frowned deeply. The next second, she switched back to the previous program.