243 Soft Tactics

Qu Zhi had been quite busy with work recently, but fortunately, Sisi had finished her class, so she could focus on her work for the time being.

It was almost autumn, and it was time to spend on scarves. The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and it was also the best time to give gifts.

Qu Zhi grabbed at opportunities and was so busy her feet almost touched the ground, so she naturally didn’t have the time to care about Bai Xi. As she busied herself, Qu Zhi realized the sales personnel were extremely busy and had been busy the entire afternoon. She had no choice but to facepalm – she had to recruit another personnel.

That day, she had finished her work early and was planning to go home and rest. The next morning, she went out to recruit people with Dong Feng. When she returned home, she saw Chen En wearing a red short-sleeved shirt.

She took a closer look. This short-sleeved shirt was Chuchu’s.

Qu Zhi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “What’s wrong? Did you dirty your clothes?”

Chen En shook his head. “My mother ruined my clothes. Chuchu asked me to wear hers.”

Chuchu generously waved her small hand. “I’ll give it to you.”

Only then did Qu Zhi realize how serious of a mistake she made. At that time, she had only thought Bai Xi might not know how to buy vegetables, but in the end, she didn’t even know how to wash clothes. She couldn’t even imagine what Bai Xi’s house had become.

At this time, Dong Feng’s car stopped in front of Chuchu’s house. Bai Xi opened the car door and leaned out. She smiled and greeted Qu Zhi, “Qu Zhi, long time no see.”

It had indeed been a long time. The last time Qu Zhi saw Bai Xi, at least her white clothes were clean and smooth, but this time, Bai Xi’s clothes were wrinkled and had light yellow oil spots. Fortunately, she was still healthy and didn’t lose too much weight.

As a friend, Qu Zhi’s heart ached and she blamed herself. But she couldn’t ask directly, afraid Bai Xi would get hurt because of this and never come to her house again.

During dinner, it was Chuchu who spoke boldly. “Auntie, did you damage Chen En’s clothes?”

Bai Xi blushed and smiled embarrassedly. “It’s Auntie who doesn’t know how to wash clothes.” At this time, she also remembered the washing machine at home had not been working recently for some reason, so she could only wash clothes by hand. Bai Xi’s brows furrowed.

“It’s okay, Auntie. My Mom can teach you.” Chuchu picked up a chicken leg for Bai Xi. “It’s okay. My mother is very powerful.”

Chuchu was extremely confident her mother would make sure everything would go well, and it was the same for Chen En.

Qu Zhi nodded gently. “Yes, I can help you with anything. Aunt Hui can help too. Don’t stand on ceremony.”

Aunt Hui felt that it was necessary to show off her years of experience as a nanny. “It’s okay. Some clothes are made of fabric that ordinary people can’t wash. Call me if you need anything, I can help.”

“There’s also the matter of eating.” Qu Zhi added, “You haven’t found a job yet. It’s not troublesome to come to my house for a meal. Since Chen En is with Chuchu every day, it’s just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks.”

Bai Xi was a little touched, but her eyes were still shining. “I can also fry eggs now.”

She looked into Qu Zhi’s eyes with pride, as if she was a little girl waiting to be praised.

That night, Bai Xi drank a little wine. When she got home, the big house was still empty, but she felt a sense of closeness and warmth she had never felt before. She just wanted to take a good bath and then have a good sleep. As for her job, clothes, and kitchen, she had temporarily forgotten about them.

At this moment, the phone rang again. Bai Ling frowned and said unhappily, “Hello. It’s almost time to sleep, who is it?”

“I, baby, I.” Chen Kuan had a smooth tongue. “Did you miss me?”

Bai Xi was about to hang up.

“Did you have a nice day?” Chen Kuan could tell something was wrong and quickly added, “I transferred some money to your bank card. You may be throwing tantrums, but I don’t want you and my baby to have a bad life.”

“I didn’t pester you.” Bai Xi’s voice was lazy. She was in high spirits. “I don’t need money. I have money.”

On the other end, Chen Kuan could tell she was still in a daze. He felt it was easier to coax her like this. “Sure, sure, our Mrs. Chen is different. When are you going back to Taiwan? Let’s have a drink together, okay?”

Bai Xi struggled to raise the phone to her mouth and dragged out the last syllable. “Get lost.”