The Taste of Love Starts in the Kitchen (GL) - Chapter 59

Qian Qian’s mouth twitched slightly, her eyes narrowed into a thin slit, her fingers clenched into fists, her nails digging into her flesh, but she didn’t feel any pain; instead, she only felt a series of pangs deep in her heart.

She leaned softly against the back of the sofa, her whole being seeming drained, her palms rubbing her cheeks, her eyes revealing fatigue and despair.

She raised her head, glaring at Song Baili with tear-filled eyes, gritting her teeth, and with a hint of gritted-teeth hatred in her voice, said:

“Good, good, I guess your purpose has been achieved, and you no longer need me as a tool.”

Each word was like a needle prick, deeply piercing her heart, enveloping her in a pain that felt like it was tearing her apart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe, to endure.

Song Baili looked at Qian Qian’s aggrieved expression, feeling a surge of regret and guilt in her heart.

As someone who doesn’t easily lose her temper, she completely lost control just now, all because she wanted to get back at the other person.

Her body leaned slightly forward, her lips parted slightly, and just as she was about to speak, her words turned back at the edge of her lips and quietly closed.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence, and both of them turned their heads in surprise to look at the door.

Qian Qian was momentarily lost in thought, then realized it might be a delivery, so she got up without hesitation to open the door.

Song Baili’s eyes suddenly narrowed, as if she had thought of something. She tried to get up to stop it, but everything happened too quickly, and she was too late to do anything.

When the door was gently pulled open, Song Qinyao burst in like a whirlwind, not waiting for the host Qian Qian’s permission, and arrogantly pushed the door open.

She completely ignored Qian Qian’s presence, not pausing for a moment, and walked straight towards Song Baili.

“Sister.”

As soon as Song Qinyao saw Song Baili, her expression softened significantly, and even Qian Qian, from behind, could sense the change in the room’s atmosphere.

“What are you doing here?”

Song Baili slowly raised her head and gazed at Song Qinyao.

Her eyes were like a tranquil lake, surface calm as a mirror, but Song Qinyao seemed to see the ripples and waves of her inner self reflected within.

“I… I miss you.”

After Song Qinyao finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head, dropped her eyelids, crossed her hands in front of her, and gently twisted her fingers, her actions revealing a hint of tension and unease.

Qian Qian stood aside, seeing Song Qinyao cower like a cat seeing a dog, thinking to herself, this guy is usually sharp-tongued, arrogant, and domineering, yet there are times when he is as docile as a little lamb.

The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, and Song Baili’s gaze involuntarily fell on the screen, which displayed the name “Song Yongjun.”

Her mood instantly became heavy, like a lonely mountain peak pressing down on her chest, dragging her into an endless abyss, leaving her feeling an endless sense of oppression and confusion.

Qian Qian hurriedly ran over, quickly grabbed her phone, and rushed to the balcony to answer the call.

In reality, she just pressed the mute button on her phone, gently brought it close to her ear, and pretended to be talking to someone on the phone.

Song Qinyao glanced at Qian Qian, who was talking on the phone on the balcony, then turned back and her gaze fell on Song Baili, a wave of tenderness rising in her heart.

She walked a few steps to Song Baili’s side, slowly knelt down in front of her, then gently placed her hands on her legs, slowly raised her head, and looked into her eyes.

The corners of Song Qinyao’s eyes glistened with tears, but they did not fall. They sparkled in her eyes like tiny diamonds, reflecting the figure of Song Baili.

“Is my sister intentionally avoiding me?”

Song Baili’s eyes slightly changed, as if a hint of contemplation passed by. She moved her lips slightly and said淡淡地说道:

“There’s no such thing, don’t overthink it.”

Song Qinyao was clearly dissatisfied with this answer. Her gaze flickered with a hint of displeasure, her emotions slightly out of control, and her voice rose slightly as she said:

“You’re the one overthinking, aren’t you? We’re all adults here, no one forced you to go to bed after drinking too much. You’re just making a mountain out of a molehill!”

On the balcony, Qian Qian was startled upon hearing this. She unconsciously tightened her grip on her phone, her eyes widened in shock, her mouth slightly agape, and her gaze blankly fixed ahead.

Song Baili remained silent, her brow slightly furrowed. She slowly got up and moved to the other end of the sofa to sit down.

During the move, she secretly glanced at Qian Qian, who was still on the balcony talking on the phone, her brows furrowed, lips pressed tightly together, and her inner irritation deepening.

Seeing this, Song Qinyao also got up, slowly moved to Song Baili’s side, and gently sat down.

She carefully observed Song Baili’s expression, realizing that her earlier excitement might have affected her sister’s mood. So, she made an effort to restore a calm demeanor and approached with a gentle attitude.

“Sister, I’m sorry, I spoke harshly earlier. Will you come home with me?”

Song Baili’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her expression softened a bit. In the blink of an eye, a layer of melancholy shadow covered her brow, as if dark clouds had suddenly appeared in a clear sky.

Then, she said softly:

“I’m not being stubborn, I just don’t know how to face my uncle and aunt.”

“Face it normally, just treat it like a dream, and everything will be as usual.”

“You say it so easily, but my conscience keeps nagging me.”

Song Qinyao gently lowered her eyes, trying to conceal a hint of smugness that flashed in her gaze.

Her fingers tightened slightly, her lips bit lightly, and her gaze avoided Song Baili’s face, landing on the ground.

“If that’s the case, then why doesn’t sister consider accepting me? After all, two women are fine too. I promise I can make sister happy and content.”

Balcony’s Qian Qian: “……”

Hearing Song Qinyao’s bizarre suggestion, Qian Qian almost rolled her eyes to the back of her head, feeling like she had stepped into an absurd romance novel world.

A barely perceptible change immediately appeared on Song Baili’s face, her originally calm expression rippling.

“Stop messing around, Uncle and Aunt definitely won’t agree to us doing this, and I never thought about being with a woman either.”

Unknowingly, Song Baili’s body involuntarily moved to the side. Although there wasn’t much space left beside her, she still consciously wanted to avoid Song Qinyao’s approach.

Song Baili’s rejection to Song Qinyao was like tripping and falling while playing jump rope. Although it hurt a bit, when she stood up and continued playing, her heart was still filled with joy.

“I was just joking with you, don’t take it to heart. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Are you still planning to open the restaurant? Haven’t you been thinking about it for a long time? Are you thinking of giving up now?”

Song Baili paused for a moment, her gaze drifting to Qian Qian on the balcony. A deep-seated gloom flickered in her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she spoke softly:

“Let’s discuss the restaurant matter somewhere else.”

“Then sister, why don’t you come home with me? Dad has been missing you a lot these past few days. You can’t at least make Dad worry, right?”

Song Baili remained silent, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence again, as if the entire room was enveloped in a stifling atmosphere, making every sound exceptionally clear.

This silence made Song Qinyao feel an inexplicable panic, as if something bad was about to happen, and her mood became uneasy.

She tried to discern the expression on Song Baili’s face, but saw no ripples. In the seconds of waiting for the other party to speak, each second felt like it was being stretched, becoming extraordinarily slow, making her feel incredibly anxious.

After a moment, Song Baili finally spoke slowly:

“Yao Yao, I’m not going back. I plan to move out.”

Song Qinyao felt everything in front of her suddenly become blurry and distorted, as if she were trapped in a nightmare, unable to breathe, unable to think, only able to watch her world collapse before her eyes, feeling as if it were the end of the world.

The lake within her was churning endlessly, waves of anxiety crashing one after another, and the fear she felt almost seeped into every inch of her skin.

Coming to her senses, Song Qinyao leaned forward, excitedly grasping Song Baili’s hand. Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if holding onto the last glimmer of hope for survival. It was her only support, and she would never let go easily.

“Sister, if there’s anything that’s bothering you, let’s talk it over calmly. Don’t be too impulsive, I’m begging you.”

Song Qinyao’s tone was almost pleading, as if begging for a shred of mercy.

“I’m not being impulsive; this is a decision I’ve made after careful consideration. I can’t keep relying on you, nor can I keep bothering Uncle and Aunt.”

Song Qinyao’s face was pale, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her expression of despair as if she had reached the end of her life.

She is like a lonely flower shrouded in dark clouds, withered and heavy, struggling in the storm, as all hope fades away.

Her expression gradually changed, the fire of anger burning in her eyes, her body straightened, arms crossed over her chest, teeth gritted at the corners of her lips, her voice carrying a hint of coldness as she said decisively:

“I see, it was Miss Qian’s doing. She made you do this, didn’t she?”

Qian Qian on the balcony: “……”

She looked as if she had heard the joke of the century, slightly squinting her eyes, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her mouth, shaking her head repeatedly.

Can’t help but mutter to herself, Song Qinyao’s thoughts were running farther than a marathon runner, with even the turns forming S-shapes, full of bizarre and inexplicable twists.

If Song Baili were really that capable, she would have already become Song Qinyao’s “sister-in-law.”

“Qian Qian isn’t that kind of person, why do you always pick on her?”

“Hmph, is she that kind of person? We’ll only find out her true colors after I marry her. Maybe I’ll even need to hire a fortune teller to take a look.”

Song Qinyao’s words were like a sharp blade cutting through Song Baili’s heart. Her gaze involuntarily swept over the figure on the balcony, her eyes wavering, and her mood grew heavy.

Song Baili’s gaze wandered around the room, and she thought to herself, how awkward it would be if Song Yongjun came to visit today.

“You go back first, and we’ll meet at a place after work tomorrow.”

“Sister wants to move, I don’t oppose, but you have to come home with me first.”

When Song Qinyao stood up, her arm reached out towards Song Baili, seemingly disregarding the other person’s feelings, with a strong intent to pull her along.

Her grip was a bit too strong, her actions carried an aggressive air, no longer the proud and elegant princess of the past, but more like a domineering queen graduated from a thug school.

Song Baili didn’t back down either; her strength was no less impressive. Thus, she began a contest of strength with Song Qinyao.

Song Qinyao felt Song Baili’s tenacity. She pulled hard again, but found that her seemingly slender sister was as steady as a mountain, completely unmoved.

“Song Qinyao, you’re not a child anymore, stop being so willful and spoiled!”