My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again - Chapter 1372 - : 1372: he is a fake (4)
Chapter 1372: Chapter 1372: He is a Fake (4)
Su Hongxing smiled faintly. She realized that Ye Qilan had truly changed.
In the past, after they argued, it would always be her who initiated the reconciliation. Now, however, he would take the initiative to find a way out and move on. This change completely caught her off guard.
Qiao Qiao saw Su Hongxing coming out of the kitchen and softly asked, “Is Ye Qilan making breakfast?”
“Yes, I thought he’d be running away from home for days unless I begged him to come back.” Su Hongxing chuckled.
“This means he cares about you. The one who cares more is always willing to make compromises.” Qiao Qiao responded thoughtfully.
She was experienced and naturally understood such feelings.
Su Hongxing didn’t completely agree and shared her own perspective: “It’s not entirely like that. Back then, he loved me deeply as well. Because he was certain I wouldn’t stand to let him feel hurt, he dared to challenge me. But now, he’s not as confident as he used to be.”
She suddenly understood why Ye Qilan had said she hadn’t given him a sense of security.
In their past lives, Su Hongxing and Ye Qilan clearly had the reverse dynamic–Su Hongxing was the insecure one. That insecurity, born from the fear of loss, put her at a disadvantage.
Now, their roles had completely flipped. Ye Qilan was the one lacking confidence, which was why he didn’t dare provoke a cold war with her.
His transformation had everything to do with what he’d experienced across his three lifetimes.
“Su, why don’t you try being a bit nicer to him? I feel kind of sorry for him. Honestly, even if the other Ye Qilan were still alive, do you think you could handle being with two men at once? And besides, you’re already used to this Ye Qilan’s body. If you switched to another, wouldn’t it be…” Qiao Qiao trailed off as she shivered visibly.
No matter how she thought about it, that kind of scenario seemed utterly bizarre.
Being someone with fairly traditional values, Qiao Qiao firmly believed that this Ye Qilan was Su Hongxing’s destined love.
“I just want to figure out the truth,” Su Hongxing said hesitantly.
Back then, Ye Qilan had protected her and their child, sacrificing himself right before her eyes. She had witnessed the entire tragic scene, and there was no way she could ever forget it.
If he were truly alive, how could she possibly remain unmoved?
Soon, Ye Qilan emerged from the kitchen, carrying a generous spread of breakfast. The only issue was that the dishes didn’t look appetizing. At a glance, it was clear the presentation was lacking.
“It looks delicious!” Qiao Qiao exclaimed dramatically.
At that, everyone turned to look at her–even Ye Qilan himself seemed unconvinced.
Qiao Qiao laughed awkwardly, “Maybe I’m just really hungry. The aroma alone is making my mouth water.”
Though her lie was somewhat clumsy, she managed to string it together well enough to avoid further scrutiny.
But Little Pudding, upon sitting down at the table, put down her utensils in disdain: “I want Mommy’s breakfast. It looks pretty and tastes good too.”
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Su Hongxing quickly grabbed a dumpling and stuffed it into Little Pudding’s mouth: “Just eat what’s served. This is Daddy’s breakfast made with love. Try it–see if it tastes special because of that love.”
Little Pudding took a bite but immediately spat it out: “It doesn’t taste good.”
Su Hongxing was about to scold her for wasting food. But upon closer inspection of the dumpling, she realized the skin hadn’t even cooked through yet, let alone the filling.
It wasn’t just Su Hongxing who noticed–Ye Qilan himself saw it too. His expression darkened, confused as to why the dumplings hadn’t cooked properly.
“When cooking dumplings in the future, wait for the water to boil before putting them in. You’ll need to wait until the dumplings float to the top and the skin turns translucent before scooping them out. To be safe, just cook them a few minutes longer next time.” Su Hongxing taught Ye Qilan with patience.
