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Chapter 20
The tall and strong man slowly stood up and walked toward her.
Bai Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat—had she flattered him too much and hit a nerve?
With one hand, he picked her up and casually placed her on the nearby chair.
“Sit here. I’ll make dinner.”
“Okay~” Bai Jiaojiao’s eyes lit up instantly.
Sweeping another glance at those pure, untainted eyes, Xiao Zhou was momentarily dazed. It almost felt like she would really stay by his side, obediently, always.
She was truly clueless—didn’t even realize that he had already figured out something was off.
That woman didn’t like braised lion’s head meatballs, but she did. That was her unique preference.
He gave Bai Jiaojiao a deep look and went into the kitchen.
While massaging her legs, Bai Jiaojiao kept talking to herself. As the sky outside darkened, her thoughts drifted.
She was thinking about those people from Chenjia Village. Were they really clean?
But this wasn’t even written in the novel—what if she was overthinking and ended up falsely accusing someone?
Still, remembering the looks in those people’s eyes… they gave her an uncomfortable feeling.
“Xiao Zhou…” Bai Jiaojiao was just about to voice her suspicions when Xiao Zhou brought over the last dish. The air was filled with the aroma of food.
“Dinner’s ready.”
They both spoke at the same time.
Seeing the braised lion’s head meatballs she had been craving, Bai Jiaojiao happily sat down.
“What were you going to say just now?” he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.
With her chopsticks poised over the meatball, Bai Jiaojiao replied honestly, “Those people from Chenjia Village seem suspicious. I think they may have had something to do with your parents’ deaths.”
Xiao Zhou frowned slightly, and suddenly, his expression turned panicked.
Bai Jiaojiao’s chopsticks fell onto the table. Her body began to turn transparent.
Everything in front of her shattered like broken glass and faded into the air.
She hadn’t even eaten the lion’s head meatball!
A warm hand gently touched her forehead. The man’s voice was soft.
“Jiaojiao, what did you say? Chenjia Village?”
Everything was dark. Bai Jiaojiao slowly opened her eyes. Her blurry vision gradually cleared.
What she saw first was a handsome face, very close to hers.
Startled, she quickly backed away, but the man held her tightly. If he hadn’t reacted in time, she would’ve hit the bed frame with the back of her head.
Xiao Zhou sighed helplessly, “Jiaojiao, be careful.”
He explained, “You sleep so restlessly now. The bed is huge, but you almost fell off. If I hadn’t caught you, you’d already be on the floor.”
Bai Jiaojiao looked around in a daze. It was still Xiao Zhou’s room, but now there was a soft mattress and thick quilts on the bed. The man looking at her no longer had hatred in his eyes—instead, his eyes were full of love and warmth.
That gaze…
“You’re the amnesiac Xiao Zhou?”
“Hmm?” Xiao Zhou paused, then nodded. “Yeah, lost my memory. But I still love my wife.”
“……”
Okay. Confirmed—she had returned to her original timeline.
She fell into deep thought. Could just mentioning Chenjia Village be the trigger that brought her back?
What a coincidence?
Or… was it a sign that her suspicion was right?
While she was thinking, the man gently carried her back to bed. His face turned red for some reason, and at the same moment, Bai Jiaojiao felt something rough and warm brush against the inside of her thigh.
She looked down in shock—why was her pants still torn?!
“I didn’t mean to touch you—I didn’t know your pants were…”
The soft and delicate touch passed by his fingers. His cheeks flushed, but his dark eyes held a hint of heat and affection.
She’s so soft. He liked everything about her.
“Go get me a new pair of pants,” Bai Jiaojiao said, face flushed.
“O-okay. But honey, why did your pants suddenly rip?”
Bai Jiaojiao rolled her eyes inwardly. Obviously some pervert with memories from the other timeline did it.
“I said don’t ask, or I’ll get mad.”
That worked well on Xiao Zhou. Just thinking about earlier already made him flustered. He quickly rummaged through the luggage and not only brought out new pants but also a full outfit.
It was an outfit Bai Jiaojiao had pre-matched: a white turtleneck sweater, straight-cut jeans, and a plaid hooded coat. His wife looked pretty in anything.
Of course, she had to wear thermal leggings underneath. He grabbed the thickest pair.
Bai Jiaojiao didn’t like wearing them, but it was just too cold here. She reluctantly put them on and looked down to see her legs looking obviously bulkier, pouting unhappily.
“Not pretty anymore.”
Xiao Zhou quickly said, “You look great—would look even better with a bit more weight. Can’t even tell you’re wearing thermals right now.”
Bai Jiaojiao gave him a look and snorted, “Thanks for the compliment. What’s for breakfast?”
“Dad’s making dumplings—they’ll be ready soon. If you’re really hungry, there’s steamed buns to hold you over.”
Thinking of the braised lion’s head she didn’t get to eat, Bai Jiaojiao swallowed hard. “I kind of still want a lion’s head meatball.”
Xiao Zhou pointed at his face, clearly hinting.
Bai Jiaojiao stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly hardened her resolve.
“Forget it! If you won’t make it, then don’t—I don’t care!”
She brushed past him into the living room.
Honestly, she did want to cave. But when she remembered the Xiao Zhou with his memories—the one with the cold, murderous face and that disgusted look when he held her—she lost her nerve.
Some people, you just shouldn’t get too close to. Better to keep your distance.
Seeing Xiao Father, Xiao Mother, and Xiao Yueyue all safe and happily making dumplings, Bai Jiaojiao’s eyes turned red.
“Dad, Mom, Yueyue, good morning.”
Even though it was almost noon.
Xiao Father greeted her blandly, “Good morning.”
Xiao Mother looked up and gave her a gentle smile. Xiao Yueyue was still in her own world, but this time she was playing with the dough.
Xiao Mother acted like a seven- or eight-year-old, but miraculously, she could make dumplings. And they even looked decent.
Bai Jiaojiao thought she might be overestimating her abilities, but when she tried, her dumplings looked like a disaster.
A large hand quietly took the ugly thing she made and reshaped it, making it barely passable, then added it to the dumpling pile.
“My dumplings aren’t that bad,” Bai Jiaojiao muttered.
Xiao Zhou responded with a hum and stuffed a piece of dough into her hands. “Go play with this on the side.”
“Okay…”
Xiao Zhou didn’t help with the dumplings. Instead, he headed outside.
Bai Jiaojiao’s gaze followed him. It looked like the snow on the ground had started to melt a bit.
Xiao Father noticed and chuckled, “If you want to go out with Xiao Zhou, go ahead. Your mom, Yueyue, and I will handle things here.”
Bai Jiaojiao coughed awkwardly. “No need.”
“Yeah, looks like it’s going to snow again today. Better not go out,” Xiao Father added.
Thinking about what had happened in the other timeline, Bai Jiaojiao played with the dough and asked tentatively,
“Dad, do you know someone from Chenjia Village named Chen Dawei?”
The moment she said the name, the dumpling Xiao Mother had just finished almost fell to the ground. Her body trembled, and she immediately shrank into Xiao Father’s arms, as if terrified.
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