Stealing Your Heart (Lin Xinyan) novel Chapter 642

Stealing Your Heart Chapter 642

Zong Jinghao smiled cheekily, “Even if I have nothing to talk to you about, can’t I spend some time alone with you for a while?”

Lin Xinyan stopped what she was doing.

She was both speechless and helpless. “This is the kitchen, what do you think you can do? Can you do the cooking or cut vegetables?”

“Are you underestimating my ability?” Jinghao unbuttoned his cuffs, pulled the sleeves up his arms, washed his hands in the sink next to him, and said, “Give me the knife. Let me do the cutting.”

Xinyan looked at him incredulously, “You? Cutting veggies?”

Taking the knife from her hand, he retorted, “And what’s the problem with that?”

Xinyan let him have the knife, stood aside, and untied her apron, then tied it to Jinghao’s waist. “Shall I leave the food prep for the night to you?”

Looking down at her hands wrapped around his waist attempting to tie the apron, he chuckled and quizzed, “Do you dare to eat if I do?”

“Why not? I don’t see the problem. No matter what it tastes like, whether it is cooked or still raw; I will just eat them.” She moved to the side as she said that.

Jinghao could not help but laughed, “If that’s the case then I’ll have to learn how to cook then. I can’t afford to starve my daughter.”

While speaking, he stole a glance at Xinyan’s tummy.

She was baffled. Why must you feel that I’m pregnant with a girl? Also, are you learning to cook only for your daughter?

“In that case, you’ll be the one cooking for tonight.” Saying that she turned to step out of the kitchen. Jinghao quickly grabbed her wrist and pleaded, “Stay with me.”

Xinyan shot him a nonchalant glance and said, “Let your daughter accompany you.”

Jinghao was at a loss for words.

He was stunned for that moment, thinking that her words did not make much sense. However, he quickly grasped her meaning behind those words and could not help but smirk, “Are you jealous?”

“Who’s the one jealous?” Xinyan was not envious, and even if she were, she would never admit it.

“Since that’s the case, then why are you walking away?”

“Simply just because I don’t want to stay in the kitchen.” Tilting her head, she replied, “Hurry up and let me go. I want to out.”

Jinghao smiled and pulled her into his arms, “You’re the person I’m closest to. The one who shares my bed with me…”

Xinyan quickly cusped his mouth. After all, they were in the kitchen, and there were still people out in the living room. How could he speak like this without taking the situation into consideration?

Wouldn’t it be bad to be overheard by others?

“Quick, take out the phone from my pocket.” He could feel it vibrating, indicating there was a call coming in. And his hands were dripping wet.

Xinyan reprimanded him, “Don’t spout your nonsense outside nor blabber anything inappropriate. It won’t be good if anyone were to hear them.”

Jinghao was puzzled.

What is she talking about?

Shouldn’t couples who are sharing the same bed be closer? After all, children will marry their loved ones in the future no matter how reluctant a father may be. In the end, only the husband and wife themselves would keep each other company till death do them part.

Xinyan asked, “Which pocket?”

“The right one,” answered Jinghao.

She reached out into his trouser pocket and felt the vibrating phone. Taking it out, she saw the name “Su Zhan” being displayed on its screen.

Remembering what had happened today, Xinyan’s smile disappeared. Her face turned serious as she looked at her husband and informed, “It’s Su Zhan.”

“You take the call,” Jinghao suggested.

Xinyan mumbled a response and slid the answer button across the screen, “Hello?”

She could feel a stiff silence at the end of the line as if the caller were pausing awkwardly to hear her answer the phone. “Xinyan, it’s me.”

“Ah?”

“I’m now at the police station, can you please ask Jinghao to come to bail me out?” came the embarrassed tone.

Xinyan frowned with curiosity, “How did you end up in the police station?”

“I fought with someone,” came Su Zhan’s curt reply.

“Alright.”