The evil female in the space can heal, and five beast husbands risk their lives to protect her.

Chapter 35 Repaying His Kindness

Qiao Suluo felt that Que Hongjin's eyes were so alluring at that moment.

His eyes were naturally gentle, and when he looked down at her, they shimmered like moonlight, carrying a hint of allure, yet also a profound meaning.

Qiao Suluo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly corrected herself, "Ah, I meant that I have indeed been cooking a lot these past few days."

As she said this, Qiao Suluo quickly avoided Que Hongjin's gaze and stopped looking at him.

I was afraid he would notice something.

Looking at her through the candlelight, Que Hongjin could clearly see the changes in her expression, a hint of guilt and panic at having her secret discovered.

Que Hongjin's expression shifted, and the icy coldness in her eyes seemed to melt away slightly.

What was she like back then?
She's thinner now and her skin is fairer. He doesn't know how she did it, but she doesn't want to say, so he pretends not to know and doesn't ask any more questions.

Just then, Qiao Suluo was distracted while cutting noodles and accidentally cut her finger.

"what!"

My finger started bleeding immediately.

Que Hongjin's expression suddenly changed. She quickly grabbed her hand and pressed on a spot on her finger to stop the bleeding. Then she took out a clean handkerchief to bandage it.

Fortunately, the wound was small, and quick pressure and bandaging stopped the bleeding.

Seeing that the bleeding from her finger had stopped, Que Hongjin breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "I'll cut these from now on."

Don't let him or her cut their hand again.

"It's just a minor wound."

"Listen to me, I'll cut it."

As he spoke, Que Hongjin insisted that Qiao Suluo go to the side to rest, while he picked up a knife and began to cut noodles.

Que Hongjin cut the hibiscus quickly and well.

Watching his movements, Qiao Suluo felt that every move he made was noble, elegant, and otherworldly.

Her already outstanding appearance was made even more elegant and graceful by the candlelight, like moonlight and shimmering water, captivating everyone from head to toe.

If such a person hadn't lost his wings, he could still be the young master of the peacock in the capital.

Thinking of this, Qiao Suluo sighed softly.

Que Hongjin had just finished cutting the noodles when she asked her, "Does your finger hurt?"

Qiao Sulu shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, and the bleeding has stopped. I'll go get some ointment to apply."

As she spoke, Qiao Suluo went into her room, quietly took out some medicine from her medicine box, wiped her fingers with it, and the wound healed quickly.

When she returned to the kitchen, she started making noodles.

Bai Qianlu offered to help start the fire while making the clear soup noodles.

The clear broth noodles were ready quickly, with a poached egg and some bok choy.

Outside, thunder and rain raged, but the three of them ate steaming hot noodles in the kitchen, and the noodles seemed to warm their bodies.

Qiao Suluo noticed that both Que Hongjin and Bai Qianlu ate noodles silently and elegantly.

She likes to eat noodles in big bites, which makes a bit of noise, and she seemed a little embarrassed at this moment, asking, "Did I disturb you?"

Que Hongjin reached out and gently touched her hair, saying, "No, the sound of you eating makes me more hungry."

Bai Qianluo added softly, "No, not at all."

If it were the old her, she would never have cared about any of their thoughts or opinions.

"Is that delicious?"

Que Hongjin smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and said, "Mmm, it's delicious."

Bai Qianlu nodded.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Suluo smiled and said, "Then you can tell me if there's any food you'd like to eat."

"For example, if I miss a certain food from Beijing, I can make it."

Que Hongjin's beautiful eyebrows and eyes darkened, revealing a deep, inky color. "There's nothing I want to eat. Any food my wife makes is better than what's served in the capital."

There was nothing about the capital city that he longed for. Mentioning the capital, a dark glint seemed to flash across Bai Qianluo's usually cool eyes, but she didn't say anything more.

After dinner, Que Hongjin and Bai Qianlu didn't ask Qiao Suluo to do anything, letting her go to rest early while they cleaned up the dishes and tidied the kitchen.

After returning to her room, Qiao Suluo went to bed but did not rest.

The system asked, "Is something on your mind, host?"

"I'm thinking about how to treat Que Hongjin and Bai Qianlu better."

If before it was just because of missions, now she genuinely wants to be kinder to them.

She's willing to repay even the smallest kindness from others many times over.

The system said, "That's easy. Just give her a gift. You can give her books, since Que Hongjin loves books the most."

Upon hearing the mention of books, Qiao Suluo's expression shifted, and her face paled.

She suddenly remembered what her predecessor had done.

In today's world, books are expensive, and most people can't afford them. Only well-established families have extensive collections of books.

When Que Hongjin married her predecessor, she actually brought a box of books as her dowry, and those were actually rare copies.

However, in order to vent his dissatisfaction with them, the original owner burned all the books that Que Hongjin had brought.

It was burned in front of him.

Through her predecessor's memories, she saw Que Hongjin's pale face and dim eyes at that time, and his figure was so lonely and desolate.

Thinking of this, Qiao Suluo's heartstrings trembled.

How could the previous owner treat Que Hongjin like this? He clearly did nothing wrong.

Qiao Suluo was immediately transported into the spatial shop and asked the system, "Does the spatial shop have books from this world?"

"These are the books that were burned by the previous generation."

Que Hongjin cherishes those books.

The system said, "Yes, each book costs twenty points. The host currently has over one hundred points. Would you like to buy a book?"

The system quickly opened the book interface for Qiao Suluo, which contained books from different eras.

Some books are just like the written books of this era.

When Qiao Suluo saw the books, they were indeed the same as the books she remembered. "Let's buy five first."

Qiao Suluo clicked to buy, and five books instantly appeared in her hand.

Qiao Suluo hesitated for a moment, then took the five books and knocked on Que Hongjin's door.

Hearing the knock, Que Hongjin said gently, "Please come in."

He was copying books at the table.

This was a job he had taken on in the last couple of days. The books were precious, and bookstores made money by copying books by hand. With his past reputation and handwriting, he could earn one or two taels of silver for copying a book.

This way, Qiao Suluo will probably have less trouble.

When Qiao Suluo came in, she saw Que Hongjin sitting at the table, wielding his brush with a focused expression, looking as elegant as a fairy.

Through the candlelight, she could see his handwriting; each character was like a meticulously crafted work of art, so beautiful.

No wonder people say that the calligraphy of the ancients was beautiful; you only know how beautiful it is when you see it with your own eyes.

Que Hongjin had just finished writing a word when she looked up and immediately saw Qiao Suluo.

A hint of surprise appeared on his handsome face. "Why is my wife here?"

Qiao Suluo composed herself and handed over the five books in her hand, saying, "It was wrong of me to burn your books before, but I didn't burn them all. These are the books I secretly hid back then. I'm returning them to you."

"And the books that were burned before, it was indeed my fault, I will collect them all for you."

Whether she buys it from the online store or from a bookstore, she will gather it all for him.

Que Hongjin looked at the book she handed over, and a deep, dark current seemed to surge beneath the surface of her eyes.

At this moment, the ice in my heart seemed to crack inch by inch, as if spring snow was melting, and my long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, shimmering with light and shadow.

(End of this chapter)