After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor - Chapter 9 - My Husband Only Likes Long Legs

Tying on an apron, washing and chopping vegetables, cooking wasn’t a challenge for Han Qian. He didn’t mind it at all. His knife skills might not be top-notch, but they were more than sufficient for home cooking. The dishes might not taste like those from a professional chef, but they were still pleasing to the eye and palate.

As Han Qian was washing vegetables, Wen Nuan slipped into the kitchen, her hands behind her back, curiously eyeing the ingredients in the sink. In a small voice, she said, “Hey? All my favorites? Aren’t you afraid I wouldn’t come back today?”

Without turning his head, Han Qian continued washing the vegetables, replying softly, “You don’t like the smell of the kitchen, so why sneak in? I’m not picky. Even if you don’t come back, I’ll still eat.”

“Hey, hey, hey? Han Qian, you’ve changed. Just like they say, men are fickle. It’s only been a few days since the divorce, and you’re already so indifferent to me. Don’t forget, I’m still your creditor. Pay up, pay up. If you’re not picky, why didn’t you buy cra…”

Crabs were always something Wen Nuan bought ready-to-eat. In the three years after they got married, they only had one argument. It was because Wen Nuan bought crabs and asked Han Qian to cook them. Han Qian couldn’t bring himself to do it and kept them in the fish tank. The next day, he saw Wen Nuan tossing the lively crabs into boiling water, and his face was gloomy the entire evening. He didn’t make dinner or clean up the kitchen.

Wen Nuan realized she had said something wrong, but Han Qian didn’t take it to heart. He turned and walked out of the kitchen. Just when Wen Nuan thought Han Qian was going to strike again, he returned with a box of yogurt in hand.

“Go, sit on the sofa and drink this. Don’t bother me here.”

After the divorce, Han Qian no longer treated Wen Nuan with the same deference. He had no intention of pleasing women; everyone was equal, with no one above or below. Even if she was the creditor now. But Wen Nuan didn’t leave. She didn’t realize that when she said Han Qian had changed, she had changed too. Perhaps it was because their relationship had changed.

They were no longer husband and wife.

“Hmm? You should add more chili to the intestines; it tastes better that way.”

“Did you forget how you almost ended up in the hospital at two in the morning, writhing in pain?”

That was in the second year of their marriage, during winter. Wen Nuan insisted on having the spiciest spicy boiled fish. Then, in the middle of the night, she was rushed to the hospital. The doctor’s diagnosis was intestinal spasms. The antispasmodic injection didn’t work, the IV didn’t work, and in the end, Han Qian could only make Wen Nuan drink water continuously.

Han Qian stayed by her bedside all night, while Wen Nuan whimpered and moaned on the hospital bed. Because Wen Nuan disturbed others’ rest, Han Qian almost got into a fight at the hospital.

Wen Nuan remembered this incident too. She used to think it was something Han Qian should do. Now, thinking back, it seemed like a small happiness. After all, it was just a contract marriage.

“Then add a little less, and turn up the heat. Is there any soup?”

“Egg soup, my lady! If you’re free, could you help me set the table?”

“Okay.”

Wen Nuan left the kitchen, and Han Qian couldn’t help but smile. Just then, his phone rang. He fumbled to take it out and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

“Hello?”

“Sir, would you like a home service? We are the nation’s most…”

Han Qian immediately hung up. There are just too many scammers these days.

Dinner consisted of three dishes and a soup. If Wen Nuan hadn’t been there, Han Qian might not have bothered cooking at all. At the table, both Han Qian and Wen Nuan ate in silence, as if they had returned to those three years of their past life. After the meal, Han Qian cleared the dishes, and Wen Nuan offered to help. In the process, she accidentally stubbed her toe on the table leg, prompting Han Qian to look for a band-aid, though unfortunately, there were none at home.

Once the dishes were washed, Han Qian returned to the sofa, ready to study on his computer, when Wen Nuan appeared, now dressed in casual attire.

“Want to go for a walk? This princess is giving you a chance to be my knight.”

“No.”

“Han Qian!”

“No! I need to look at some things.”

Wen Nuan, exasperated, took a deep breath, then flashed a radiant smile at Han Qian, calling out in a sweet, coquettish voice.

“Qian-Ge, I was just…”

“I’m going downstairs, just stop talking.”

“Such a stubborn man.”

Unable to withstand Wen Nuan’s charm, which was as effective as a magical attack, Han Qian surrendered and headed downstairs.

Wen Nuan, even without makeup, looked stunning. Her impressive height and long legs made her a sight to behold wherever she went. Beside her, Han Qian, with his handsome features, made them an eye-catching couple.

They quickly became the center of attention in the neighborhood, drawing many gazes. When they reached the basketball court, Wen Nuan complained that she was too tired to walk and wanted to go to the store to buy water. She asked Han Qian what he wanted to drink. Han Qian glanced at the store, then at their home, and shook his head, saying he’d drink something at home.

Wen Nuan muttered something about him being a penny-pincher, then jogged off to the store, showing no signs of fatigue. Left behind, Han Qian glanced at the basketball court, feeling tempted to play and get some exercise.

Just then, a kid around twenty twisted his ankle, leaving the team short a player. The eyes of the group fell on Han Qian, and one of them asked if he could fill in for a bit until someone else arrived.

Having not played basketball in a long time, Han Qian was a bit rusty. After missing two passes, he was met with some disdain. Not one to back down easily, Han Qian took off his jacket and re-entered the game, taking his time to regain his rhythm.

As sweat began to pour, his touch improved. He made layups, three-pointers, steals, and assists, achieving peak performance in everything but rebounds. Just as Han Qian was feeling a bit smug, the dynamics on the court shifted. The players seemed to be fueled by adrenaline, moving faster, and even pulling off slam dunks.

Curious about the sudden change, Han Qian noticed the injured kid staring intently off the court. Turning to look, he saw Wen Nuan had returned, sitting on a bench and talking on her phone.

“My husband doesn’t need any services; he doesn’t snack,” Wen Nuan said, looking both puzzled and serious. A sultry voice on the other end of the line cooed back.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re mistaken. Which man doesn’t stray? Wildflowers are always more enticing than those at home.”

“Well, he doesn’t eat wildflowers either. They’re dirty.”

The other person fell silent, seemingly hurt by the comment, and Han Qian could hear her taking deep breaths to regain composure.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll catch his attention.”

“Auntie, you’re confident? My husband only likes long legs. I’m 1.72 meters, how about you? Are you over 1.7 meters?”

“That’s too much!”

The call ended, and the game was over. In the final round, Han Qian was utterly defeated, leaving him to walk over to the rare beauty on the sidelines under the watchful eyes of everyone on the court. He took a bottle of water from her and gulped it down.

Huh?

So, she’s taken?

Han Qian ignored the kids’ thoughts and looked at the phone in Wen Nuan’s hand with curiosity.

“My call? Was it for me?”

Wen Nuan shook her head with a smile.

“Just a spam call. Watching you get thrashed on the court was too painful, so I took the call to pass the time. How about it? Feeling your age catching up, running out of steam?”

Han Qian shrugged.

“Having a stunning beauty here is way more effective than any energy drink. Let’s go, or those kids might start seeing me as a rival.”

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of a volleyball came from behind. The guy who had dunked several times approached Han Qian, challenging him to a one-on-one. Han Qian didn’t refuse, and the result was another thorough defeat. The guy was thrilled, thinking he might win the favor of the goddess, only to find her giggling at Han Qian and giving him an icy stare.

Han Qian and Wen Nuan left.

The people on the court lost interest in playing, sitting around like wilted eggplants. The dunking guy sighed and said,

“Forget basketball. Wouldn’t it be better to spend this time finding a girlfriend?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In a high-end apartment somewhere in the city, a woman stood in front of a mirror, fuming and gritting her teeth.

“You’re proud of being 1.72 meters? And I’m a shorty at 1.8 meters? Damn it, the ruler’s off. How did it say 1.66 meters?”