The Almighty Rich Daughter Is Explosively Cool Chapter 933 - This Little Cotton Vest of his wasn’t Warm or Wind Resistant.

Chapter 933: This Little Cotton Vest of his wasn’t Warm or Wind Resistant.

Translator: CokeZero Editor: Rainystars
Qiao Qing was determined to play dumb. With her face twisted in confusion, she asked, “Dad, what’s wrong?”
Jun Yexuan and Mu Jinghang watched these two’s silent quarrel while they hid their laughter.
Quan Zexi’s eyes were wide due to fury. Wasn’t there a saying that daughters were their father’s cotton vests? This cotton vest of his was not warm at all!
“Dad, if there’s nothing else, then Butler Wan-”
“There is something else!” Quan Zexi had been defeated as he muttered, “From now on… I… I… I will sleep with your… your mom… in the same… same… same room…”
His statement made Jun Yexuan and the others lose it. They began to chortle.
He Wangqing was surprised.
Quan Zexi stared at Jun Yexuan, “What are you smiling at?! I’m still not letting you marry my daughter!”
Jun Yexuan,
This guy sure enjoyed picking on soft peaches.
Qiao Qing chuckled as well, “You seem to be under the impression that you can do whatever you want. You want to sleep in a different room, you get to sleep in a different room. You want to sleep together, you get to sleep together. It’s up to my mom to decide what she wants. After all, you’ve done her lots
of wrong. I’m sure my mom remembers them all.”
Quan Zexi, “…”
He was wrong. This little cotton vest of his wasn’t warm or wind resistant.
Qiao Qing asked He Wanqing, “Mom, do you agree to share a room with dad?”
Quan Zexi turned to look at He Wanging, He made a pitiful puppy face towards her.
He Wangqing avoided his gaze, “Let’s get separate rooms for now. I’m used to sleeping by myself. I wouldn’t feel free having to share my space.”
Though she had accepted all the things he had said and done over the past few days without arguing, she still felt irked by his actions.
Just because his memories were back, that didn’t mean she had forgotten what he looked like when he screamed at her. The memories of him doing that made her feel bad.
Quan Zexi’s heart felt stuffy. He new this was all self-inflicted.
It was too late to take back the damage. He knelt down single-kneed beside He Wanging’s bed and held onto her hands. His tone was genuine, “Wanging, I made mistakes. Given that I lost my memories, can you please forgive me?”
He Wanging, “Okay.”
Quan Zexi was ecstatic.
He Wangqing continued, “Shut the door on your way out.”
Quan Zexi,
‘Mu Jinghang and the others laughed out loud again.
Jun Yexuan enjoyed this show and didn’t consider the consequences of his words, “Uncle, your apology doesn’t sound very genuine. You should kneel on a durian or a keyboard to show your regret. Maybe aunty will feel bad and her heart will soften.”
Quan Zexi’s eyebrow lifted as he glared at Jun Yexuan, “Go away! What kind of ideas are you putting out there?! How can I ever do something so low class?!”
Jun Yexuan,
Everyone else,
Qiao Qing chimed in then, “I think that’s a good idea. You didn’t hesitate when you decided to hurt my mom and now you are not willing to apologize wholeheartedly. How do you expect my mom to truly forgive you?”
Quan Zexi, “…”
Not only was this cotton vest not wind resistant, but it was also wet.
“Qingging, you don’t love dad anymore.” Quan Zexi’s lips arched down so much he could dangle a bottle around his pouty lips.
Qiao Qing gently coughed, “I’m simply trying to help you. Of course, dad, if you have too much pride for this, you don’t have to do anything. It’s up to mom whether or not she’ll forgive you.”
Quan Zexi turned to look at He Wanging, “Wanging