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He continued, âAlso, even if I knew where it was, how would I get ahold of it? Iâm not a master thief and there are so many people in your house. If I came over to steal your passport I would get caught.â
Han Qiqing thought that he was right and put her finger down. She said dispiritedly, âThat means that⦠itâs fate.â
Song Shijun also felt that the situation was a little inauspicious and nodded. âIt might be. This doesnât usually happen.â
Han Qiqing was unhappy. She didnât feel like talking anymore so she sat silently.
Song Shijun was originally thinking about how to make her happy, but upon seeing that she wasnât in the mood he decided against it.
Ten minutes later, the kitchen finished preparing his breakfast.
He bumped Qiqingâs arm as he said, âLetâs go and have breakfast.â
âI donât feel like eating.â Han Qiqing shook her head, her entire face expressionless.
Song Shijun tutted and pulled her arm up. âYou still have to eat even if you donât want to. You skipped breakfast just to look for your passport. Come on, even if you donât want to eat you can at least talk with me.â
Upon hearing this, the butler nodded.
âLook at what time it is already. How can you not eat?â Song Shijun wouldnât let her mistreat herself.
Han Qiqing couldnât argue against his stubbornness so she stood up and went to the dining with him.
A helper came over with their breakfast.
Han Qiqing held her fork in her hand, poking at the spaghetti absentmindedly with no intention of eating it.
âAre you going to eat or not?â Song Shijun looked at her. He even threatened, âIf youâre not going to eat it, Iâll feed you after I finish mine.â
Han Qiqing then lifted her gaze and glared at him. âYouâre so annoying! Why does it matter to you whether I eat or not?â
She knew in her heart that he cared about her, of course.
However, she was feeling really frustrated. She was on the verge of breaking down and she really wanted to vent her anger.
Song Shijun was indifferent to her words and did not get angry at all.
âIf you want to be angry at me, you have to eat your breakfast or youâll have no energy to do it. Hurry up and eat. If you donât like it get the kitchen to cook something else for you.â
Song Shijun thought for a while and asked the butler to get the cooks to prepare food that was more appetizing such as porridge.
Upon hearing this, Han Qiqing countered, âI donât want to eat porridge!â
âWhat do you want to eat then?â Song Shijun looked at her and asked.
Han Qiqing harrumphed and puffed her cheeks out. âI donât want to eat anything.â
Song Shijun ignored her and said to the butler, âGet the cooks to make some porridge. Itâs more convenient. Iâll just pour it down her throat if she doesnât eat it.â
The butler was speechless.
Was this a good idea?
Song Shijun waved him away. âHurry up!â
âOh, yesâ¦â The butler paused before going into the kitchen and instructing the cooks.
Han Qiqing glared at Song Shijun gloomily. She crossed her arms and said angrily, âYouâre going to pour it down my throat? Youâre crazy. Itâs my business whether to eat breakfast or not. Your stomach isnât the one starving.â
Song Shijun twirled the spaghetti around his fork and placed it in his mouth elegantly.
He looked at her as he said, âOh, so you know that my stomach isnât the one starving? Han Qiqing, how immature are you? Youâre not eating because of a man. Iâm looking down at you!â
Han Qiqingâs expression froze and she looked a little aggrieved.