Chapter 22: Qipao
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 22: Qipao

The only flaw was there was only a dull fruit knife available in the kitchen since Jiang Cheng almost never cooked. This meant that certain dishes couldn’t be perfected. The shredded potatoes had to become potato pieces. Fatty didn’t think Jiang Cheng would mind. After everything was ready, Fatty walked out of the kitchen.

He picked up the tools and continued to fix the office. He took out a screwdriver that didn’t come from Jiang Cheng’s office and tightened the screws on Jiang Cheng’s movable shelves. He gave them a few whacks and then taped the corners together.

Fatty shook the shelf to see whether it was stable or not when he spotted a blue outfit hanging among the clothes. It was quite well hidden. Fatty moved the other clothes and was shocked to realise it was a blue qipao. It had short sleeves and was made from actual silk. It had embroidery of peonies on it. It was clearly quite expensive. It even had a light fragrance on it. This was clearly a woman’s clothes. Fatty was immediately interested.

At that moment, footsteps came from upstairs. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng appeared with a bucket of clothes. He saw Fatty looking at him strangely.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Cheng carried the bucket with the overflowing clothes.

“Doctor.” Fatty winked at Jiang Cheng as men tended to do, “I found a qipao among your clothes!”

“Hmm?” Jiang Cheng frowned.

“It is blue in colour. The slit is up to here!” He gestured with his hands. Fatty didn’t mean any malice. Everything about Jiang Cheng was mysterious to Fatty. This was a joy of discovering someone else’s secret. Jiang Cheng became serious. This intrigued Fatty even more. Finally, he managed to surprise Jiang Cheng. He became interested in Jiang Cheng’s explanation.

“Did you only find one?” Jiang Cheng put down the bucket and rummaged through it, “It shouldn’t be. There should be a tight-fitting pink one and a white one with fringe.” Jiang Cheng lifted his head to tell Fatty, “Help me look.”

Fatty, “???”

Jiang Cheng turned the bucket over to shake the c

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