Chapter 6: Five Million Dollars, Not a Bad Deal

After returning to her room, Qiao Lan changed into comfortable pajamas, removed her makeup, and sat down in front of her computer.

The video of Chu Zhiheng and Qiao Yue had caused a storm in the entire upper class circle.

Not only were their reputations ruined, but the stocks of Qiao Corporation and Chu Corporation also suffered severe impacts.

Qiao Lan had prepared for the crisis when she released the video.

Just as she stabilized Qiao Corporation’s stock, she smelled a delicious aroma of food and her stomach grumbled.

She opened the door and saw Mo Qian coming out with two bowls of noodles.

Mo Qian invited her, “I made tomato and egg noodles. If you don’t mind, come and have some.”

Qiao Lan wanted to decline, but the aroma of the noodles was too tempting, and her feet moved forward uncontrollably.

Mo Qian handed her a pair of chopsticks, “This is all I had, so make do with it.”

Qiao Lan said, “There’s a restaurant in the hotel, we can order food.”

Mo Qian disliked, “It’s not good.”

Qiao Lan pouted. She was usually busy with work and didn’t have time to cook, so she often ate at restaurants. She even hired a five-star hotel chef at a high salary, yet this man disliked it.

Was he a wild boar who couldn’t eat fine grain?

She picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and her eyes widened instantly.

Mo Qian asked, “Not good?”

Qiao Lan shook her head, “It’s delicious. How did you make it?”

She retracted her previous words.

Although it was just simple tomato and egg noodles, the taste far surpassed the restaurant’s food. Her taste buds were highly satisfied.

“Just made it casually.”

Qiao Lan: “…”

She hadn’t eaten anything in the morning and was now starving. She quickly finished a bowl of noodles.

She put down her chopsticks and looked up to see Mo Qian eating gracefully, his every move exuding an air of nobility.

Mo Qian noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow, “Want some more?”

Qiao Lan blushed, “No, I’m full.”

Her bowl of noodles was originally more than his, and she ate quickly and a lot, making her feel a little embarrassed.

Mo Qian didn’t force her and quietly ate his own food.

He finished treating his wounds, wiped his body with a clean towel, and changed into a clean bathrobe. You could vaguely see the strong muscles under his collarbone.

His bangs fell softly over his forehead, covering his deep and sharp black eyes. His skin was fair, his lips red, and his teeth white.

He looked like a clean and innocent boy, but the faint muscles gave him a sense of explosive power. Pure and alluring, contradictory yet harmonious.

Qiao Lan realized her gaze was too blatant, swallowed, and forced herself to look away.

“Uh, don’t you have any clothes to change into?”

Mo Qian was about to answer when he looked up and saw the woman’s crimson earlobes. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, “Are you going to prepare them for me?”

“Yeah.”

She was a mature woman. Seeing a man walking around in a bathrobe in front of her every day, it was hard to prevent something from happening.

Qiao Lan cleared her throat, “Send me your size, and I’ll have my assistant prepare some.”

“Okay.”

As the words fell, Qiao Lan and Mo Qian looked at each other in silence, the atmosphere becoming awkward.

Qiao Lan always felt uncomfortable and uneasy when facing the man. She opened her red lips, “Uh, dinner…”

She was a little embarrassed to say it, but Mo Qian took the initiative to speak, “I’ll cook dinner. Are there any dietary restrictions?”

“No.”

Qiao Lan still had things to deal with. She walked to the door of the room and added, “If you have any difficult problems you can’t solve, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you.”

You can’t bite the hand that feeds you. He cooked for her, so she could help him solve his troubles.

Mo Qian knew Qiao Lan’s concerns and said in a deep voice, “Everything is taken care of. I won’t cause you any trouble, don’t worry.”

Qiao Lan wanted to say that wasn’t what she meant, but when she got to her lips, she felt it was unnecessary to explain to the man.

Their marriage wouldn’t last long anyway, so why bother explaining so much to a passerby?

…

At six o’clock in the afternoon, Qiao Lan opened the door on time.

She still had a lot to deal with, but the aroma of food outside made her unable to focus.

The dining table was laid with three dishes and one soup. The color of each dish was incredibly tempting.

Mo Qian had changed into a light beige casual home outfit. The light color toned down the man’s sharp aura, and the loose-fitting style added a touch of laziness, making him look gentle and refined.

This man was not only handsome, but also a natural clothes hanger. He could wear any clothes and make them look good. He truly was a top-notch specimen. Five million dollars, not a bad deal!

While Qiao Lan was lost in thought, Mo Qian brought out two bowls of rice from the kitchen, “Let’s eat.”

“I’ll go wash my hands.”

If the noodles at noon conquered her taste buds, then tonight’s dinner completely subdued her.

Every dish had a unique flavor, stimulating her taste buds in unprecedented ways, immersing her in the world of food.

Qiao Lan forgot about her image and devoured the food.

After she finished a bowl of rice, Mo Qian had somehow already served her another bowl. Qiao Lan’s fair and delicate face flushed red.

Mo Qian calmly added, “I cooked too much rice. It would be a waste to not eat it.”

Qiao Lan took the hint and said seriously, “Wasting is shameful!”

Mo Qian looked at the woman’s feigned seriousness, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, “Yeah.”

Qiao Lan saw the man’s playful lips and felt a little embarrassed. She slowed down her eating. She asked curiously, “Were you a chef before?”

“No, I just don’t like eating outside food.”

His taste buds were very picky. Even after hiring hundreds of chefs, none could make food he liked. He worked long hours every day, which caused his gastritis to worsen. He had to eat, so he had to cook himself.

Qiao Lan said regretfully, “If you applied to a restaurant, you would definitely be in high demand.”

She had her assistant investigate the man in the afternoon.

There were only two men named Mo Qian in the country.

One was the head of the Mo family in the capital. He was a man who could turn the tide with a flick of his wrist, possessing power, status, and position.

He lived abroad most of the time and rarely appeared in public. There was very little information about him, and no photos could be found.

The other was a petty thief, a troublemaker who was often invited to the police station for tea.

He moved the dagger so smoothly, he must be the latter.

It was such a waste to have such good cooking skills and not use them, instead doing petty theft!

Mo Qian frowned, “No one wants me.”

Qiao Lan nodded in understanding.

He had too many criminal records. Which restaurant would want him?

So he must have bought a taxi and started working on his own?

She didn’t continue the topic and comforted him, “It’s also a promising career to drive well.”

But in her heart, she thought, if she had the chance, she would definitely bring the man to the right path.

Mo Qian frowned.

What did his future have to do with driving?

Was she mistaken?

Before he could speak, Qiao Lan’s phone rang.

It was a call from Qiao Zhenyuan.

Qiao Lan’s face darkened. She took the phone and went to the balcony to answer it.