The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 125: Of Course, It’s Because…

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Le Cocon was a story of two individuals falling in love. A forbidden love that was never meant to be… Wasn’t she the one who was wildly hinting at an incestuous relationship with He Ning?

Even if He Yuan and the others did not misunderstand, the connotation was not something that best described her relationship with He Ning. No wonder the He family gave her such strange looks.

Cheng Yi paled, losing all color on her face. She looked at He Jing with burning eyes and finally understood why He Jing had given up the right to get this pen. It was because she was setting her up!

She had long expected today’s events!

If He Jing knew what Cheng Yi was thinking, she would be speechless. At that time, she simply wanted to buy He Ning a better pen. Even if she chose to snatch the prize from Cheng Yi, she would have only treated it as an ordinary pen without mentioning Le Cocon’s history.

Cheng Yi could only blame herself for being such a show-off.

Just like that, the incident with the pen came to a close. The rest of the He family pretended not to have heard the story Cheng Yi recounted. To keep up appearances, He Ning, as the eye of the storm, had no choice but to put a tight leash on his emotions. Soon, He Zhou served dinner.

He Zhou prepared ten dishes: five vegetables, three meat dishes, a sweet soup, and a snack. It was a sumptuous feast.

He Yuan called everyone to the table. He Jing was arranged to sit with Cheng Yi. He Xiaoguo hugged He Jing and refused to let go, so he sat on He Jing’s lap.

The first dish was a tasty soup with hawthorn, apples, and rock sugar as the base. It glimmered red and white; its beauty was unmistakable.

He Zhou scooped a small bowl of soup, but contrary to expectations, he did not offer it to He NIng. Instead, he circled the table in the direction where He Jing and Cheng Yi were seated.

Cheng Yi perked up. Regardless of what devilry He Jing had used to convert He Sui to her side, she still had He Zhou. No one in the He family doted on her more than He Zhou.

She hastily smoothed out her expression, wanting to show He Zhou a beatific smile. “Thank-”

“Thank you, Third Brother.”

He Xiaoguo snatched the hawthorn soup from He Zhou’s hand and handed it to He Jing.

Cheng Yi’s expression changed. She stared at He Xiaoguo in embarrassment and anger.

“Xiaoguo, don’t be rude. Let Sister Xiao Yi drink first,” He Yuan chided.

After all, she was a guest now that she had returned to the Cheng family.

He Yi and He Chen were also a little dissatisfied. Although He Jing looked good, Cheng Yi had lived with them for many years. He could not be so biased!

He Xiaoguo, who had been reprimanded out of the blue, was caught off guard. He could not understand what he had done wrong. With his head bowed, he mumbled, “O-oh.”

Cheng Yi pretended to be magnanimous and said gently,” It’s okay. Xiaoguo is still young and doesn’t know what’s going on. Don’t be so harsh on him, Big

Brother.”

“This bowl of soup is for He Jing,” He Zhou suddenly said.

Cheng Yi’s smile froze.

He Sui and He Ning both understood why He Zhou was acting the way he was but chose to remain silent. “What do you think? Has it boiled long enough?” He Zhou asked He Jing.

If it had not boiled long enough, he would pour the soup back into the pot and continue boiling it for a while longer.

He Jing took a sip with the spoon He Zhou offered. She smiled faintly. “It’s delicious. Third Brother’s cooking is amazing.”

Having received He Jing’s approval, he ladled a second bowl for Cheng Yi, but she did not take it. Her eyes were swollen, looking like she was close to tears.

“Third Brother, what’s going on?” He Yuan could not help but ask.

He Zhou had always doted on Cheng Yi. There was no reason for him not to give the first bowl of soup to Cheng Yi.

Could He Jing have conquered He Zhou’s heart in the short few days that he was not home?

Enjoying the feeling of knowing something his sibling did not, He Sui cocked a brow and smiled snootily. “What else could it be? He Jing’s cooking is better than Third Brother’s, that’s all..”