Chapter 388: Chapter 385: Fiercer Firepower
He Qianhui gave a helpless smile, "Alright, I’ll go make it now, you wipe yourself down."
He Qianhui handed a towel to Zhang Hao and then headed to the kitchen.
She finely chopped the green onions, fried two sunny-side-up eggs, added some water to the pot, and didn’t put the noodles in until it was boiling.
By this time, Zhang Hao had also finished tidying up and came out of the bathroom.
As soon as he came out, he could already smell the enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen.
Thinking about how he hadn’t eaten well that evening, he decided to make this meal a bit more substantial.
Remembering they had bought a roll of beef slices, Zhang Hao took it out from the refrigerator and handed it to He Qianhui.
"You really don’t let your stomach suffer."
"Just put in half a box, save the other half for later," he said.
A box of beef rolls was just about a pound; putting all of it in wouldn’t be too much.
He Qianhui wasn’t greedy for this bit of food either.
She didn’t think of keeping half for herself, and poured the entire box of beef into the pot.
What was supposed to be a simple bowl of noodles now looked like a luxurious late-night snack.
Looking at the bowls and chopsticks in the cabinet, He Qianhui took out a big bowl meant for soup.
She filled it with noodles from the pot and brought the steaming bowl over to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao saw the large bowl, which was beyond his usual portion.
"Have a little with me," he said.
He Qianhui patted her stomach and shook her head; although she hadn’t completely enjoyed the barbecue that evening, she had eaten quite a bit.
She was so full now that her stomach had no extra space left.
Seeing her refusal, Zhang Hao suddenly felt troubled by the large bowl of noodles.
He went to the kitchen nonetheless and fetched a small bowl and some chopsticks.
He took some from the big bowl, nearly serving half of the beef rolls into the small one.
"Come on, eat a bit for me. You’ve gone through the trouble of making noodles for me; how could you not taste your own cooking? Besides, it’s just this little bowl, it won’t make you fat."
The contrast between the big and small bowls was striking, but He Qianhui didn’t feel any resentment because of it.
"I really can’t eat anymore," she replied, "Besides, you threw up everything you ate tonight; your stomach is so empty."
"Eating more is good for you, and it’s getting late. You should go to sleep after you finish eating," he said.
Mr. Zhang turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall; the hands pointed to around 9:45.
When he looked back, he saw He Qianhui with her cheek propped in one hand, pushing the small bowl back towards him.
"Eat what you can; we’re not short on noodles," she said.
Both of them had stable jobs and certainly wouldn’t fret over a bowl of noodles.
But Zhang Hao felt sorry, symbolically returning one or two beef rolls to the small bowl and insisted that He Qianhui eat them.
To ensure that Zhang Hao would eat his fill and go to bed early, He Qianhui couldn’t resist him.
However, seeing Zhang Hao enjoy his meal so heartily made her happy.
By the time they finished the bowl of noodles, it was already half an hour later.
Busy with their day’s activities, neither of them had the energy to do anything else.
Moreover, Zhang Hao had drunk quite a bit of alcohol; once he lay down, he fell straight to sleep.
Even if he had Diao Chan or Xi Shi lying beside him, it wouldn’t make a difference.
He Qianhui felt relieved that Zhang Hao fell asleep so quickly, as it meant no more struggle for her that night.
Her energy wouldn’t allow for more anyway, but she didn’t expect things to take an unexpected turn at the break of dawn.
He Qianhui was still sleeping as usual, but Zhang Hao was awake. He got up to open the floodgate and release water, hoping to fall back asleep with the lingering drowsiness.
As always, after lying down, he habitually placed his hand on He Qianhui’s soft spot, not forgetting to give it a squeeze to indulge himself.
It was these squeezes that woke He Qianhui up. As she turned over in a daze, one leg ended up draped over Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao’s hand naturally slid downwards, as if traversing mountain peaks and valleys, eventually coming to rest on a round firmness.
He spread his entire palm and lifted slightly, his five fingers sinking deep into the flesh.
Zhang Hao thought the feel was nice, so he gently squeezed a few more times.
Because of this, He Qianhui could no longer resist and climbed onto Zhang Hao out of habit.
At this point, Zhang Hao finally woke up fully and softly called out He Qianhui’s name.
"Xiaohui, look at you, what are you doing?"
He Qianhui slowly opened her eyes to find herself sitting on top of Zhang Hao.
"Ah, what’s happening to me?" He Qianhui questioned herself and quickly got off Zhang Hao.
"How would I know what’s happening to you, you came over here with your eyes closed."
He Qianhui didn’t think she was capable of doing what Zhang Hao described.
There must be something in the midst of it all that he was hiding.
However, as it wasn’t really anything serious, He Qianhui turned and lay facing away from Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao then took the initiative to get close, wrapping his strong arm around her waist and pulling her back slightly.
"What are you doing?"
"Hugging you, is that not allowed?"
He Qianhui took a deep breath, hoping to snooze a bit more with the last traces of sleepiness.
But in the next second, she realized Zhang Hao’s hand was starting to get restless.
The slipdress on her body had a silky texture, clinging to her like a second skin, making Zhang Hao’s touching and gliding over it feel extremely clear.
In order to avoid certain things, He Qianhui used what little reason she had left to hold back that wandering hand.
"Stop it, it’s early in the morning."
"What am I doing? It’s just that you’re too tempting, I can’t control myself. Don’t believe me? Feel it for yourself."
He Qianhui, not intending to engage in that matter, still inexplicably reached out to touch.
The moment she touched it, her eyes widened, and she carefully turned to ask, "When did this happen? It wasn’t like this when I was on top of you just now."
Zhang Hao buried his face in her neck and shoulders, "I told you, your allure is too much for me. Just thinking about you does it."
On the words "does it," Zhang Hao purposely emphasized the volume.
And those words greatly wavered He Qianhui’s resolve. After hesitating, she suddenly turned around and embraced Zhang Hao forcefully.
When everything was over, it was almost time for work, and Zhang Hao couldn’t afford to have breakfast at home. He washed up and rushed out in a hurry.
Although he left in a rush, he didn’t forget to be tender with her, telling her to sleep a bit longer because his energy was too vigorous in the morning.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhang Hao greeted a colleague.
"Mr. Zhang, back to work after just two days off, did the wife approve?"
Zhang Hao was about to say there was nothing to disapprove of, but noticing the expression on his colleague’s face, he knew the remark had another meaning.
Considering their good relationship, Zhang Hao simply gave a symbolic tap on the colleague’s shoulder.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you joke like this again, I’ll sew your mouth shut."
The colleague immediately put on a scared face and said, "Mr. Zhang, that’s taking personal vengeance a bit too far, you can’t do that, I have to go ahead with something."
Upon entering the department, Zhang Hao noticed that someone was missing today - Lin Wan hadn’t come in.
