I Woke My Vegetative Husband up After Booktransmigrating

She got out of bed, put on her slippers, and jogged to the kitchen to see what delicious food Zhao Qiang was making.

An egg was sizzling in the pan. When one side was cooked, Zhao Qiang picked up the pan and jerked it. The egg flipped in the air and then fell back into the pot.

Zhao Qiang looked at Wang Ke’er behind him. Her hair was 1a mess, but her eyes were always on the food. “Go wash up,” he said.

Wang Ke’er obediently returned to her room. After washing up, she came out and saw that breakfast was already on the table.

This breakfast was unusually sumptuous. There was whole-grain bread, golden omelets, butter and jam, and peeled shrimp on the table. Just looking at it could whet one’s appetite. On the plate beside her were cut oranges, star fruits, and some blueberries. Wang Ke’er took a sip of the warm milk and immediately started eating.

Her eyes went wide as she took a bite of the omelet. There was shredded crab meat in the omelet, and it was so delicious.

Zhao Qiang saw Wang Ke’er’s expression and relaxed. He had been worried that a rich young lady like her would not like this kind of food after eating so many delicacies her family no doubt served. Last night, he remembered that Wang Ke’er had lived abroad, so Zhao Qiang went online to look for a recipe tutorial. He studied it for a long time and went to buy the ingredients early in the morning.

Wang Ke’er ate very quickly at first, but then she slowed down. Zhao Qiang had thought about how Wang Ke’er would be full after a few bites, so he said, “Don’t worry. These dishes have very low calories. I’ve calculated them.”

Wang Ke’er’s mouth was full of food. When she heard Zhao Qiang’s words, she smiled and nodded. She swallowed the food in her mouth and said, “Thank you. I haven’t had such a delicious breakfast in a long time.”

Zhao Qiang was confused. Wang Ke’er looked at Zhao Qiang’s confused face and said, “I really don’t want to live with my parents, and I don’t want my old maid to come here to cook for me every morning, so I always just ate a bit here and there.”

Then, Wang Ke’er took another big bite of the bread. After swallowing, she continued, “When I was abroad, I basically only had one meal a day.”

“Why only one meal a day?” Zhao Qiang could not help but ask.

Wang Ke’er said, “It’s not like back in China. There were many things that were inconvenient, and there were no rules back then. Sometimes, when I woke up, it was already dark, and there wasn’t much food to eat. But I still felt very happy abroad. After all, when I returned, every day, there were limits to what I wanted to do.”

Zhao Qiang frowned when he recalled Wang Ke’er’s drunken state.

“I don’t want to be friends with those people at all,” Wang Ke’er continued. “I don’t want to socialize with them, and I don’t want to act like I’m having fun with them.”

“Before that, when you said you had ‘a handsome guy doting on you,’ wasn’t that quite carefree?” Zhao Qiang said.

“I didn’t say it because I wanted to socialize,” Wang Ke’er said awkwardly, “I simply had no choice.”

Wang Ke’er had eaten her fill. She stretched and said with satisfaction, “I’m already so pitiful, yet you still don’t know how to feel sorry for me.”

Zhao Qiang was speechless. ‘Just now, she said that she had no choice, but what’s different now?’

“I’ll skip lunch, maybe I’ll have dinner. I definitely won’t faint again since I’ve eaten so much.”

Zhao Qiang looked at Wang Ke’er worriedly. He said, “You still have to go?”

Wang Ke’er stood up and said, “That’s right. My father gave me an important task. It’s to build a good relationship with Ni Yan. Do you remember her? She’s the one at the club last time. She’s playing with different things every day, and even her group of best friends has to play along.”

“If you’re not happy, then don’t go,” Zhao Qiang said after hesitating for a moment.

Wang Ke’er chuckled. “It doesn’t matter if I’m happy or not. My mom is already in her fifties, but she still has to go out and play mahjong with other rich ladies.”

Zhao Qiang did not understand the affairs of the rich and powerful, but as far as he knew, the Yao family did not have such things.

As though she knew what Zhao Qiang was thinking, Wang Ke’er said, “The Yao family are the créme de la créme. Small families like us can’t compare at all; we’re not on the same level.”

Then, Wang Ke’er went into her room. When she came out, she was wearing a beautiful dress. There was a faint fragrance on her body, and her lips were painted red.

When she walked to the door, she looked back at Zhao Qiang flirtatiously and said, “There, there. Wait for me to come back tonight to accompany you.”

Zhao Qiang looked at the beautiful Wang Ke’er. She was no longer as weak-looking as she was last night.

Zhao Qiang suddenly said, “Wait, I’ve also prepared a drink.”