Mr. Ju's Little Wife : My Husband Is Too Kind

"Demian, why are you ignoring me? I'm here, why are you even calling Qiara? What's so good about that girl? She's not that pretty, she's not smart and she's even rude. Of course, she won't be able to match me in everything". Laurent said as she grabbed Demian's arm who was about to run after Qiara. 

"Remove your hand from mine!". Exclaimed Demian with a sneer and an extremely cold expression. 

"Answer my question first! Then I'll let you go!". Laurent said as she tightened her grip on Demian's hand. 

"What do I need to answer? Isn't it obvious that Qiara will never be able to match you?". Said Demian angrily. 

"That you admit. Then, why did you ignore me and intend to pursue Qiara. Are you crazy?". said Laurent arrogantly.

"Because she won't be able to match you that's why I went after her. I also prefer real girls like Qiara, rather than girls who prefer to hide behind her image mask".

After saying that Demian put away Laurent's hand roughly and then immediately ran after Qiara who had almost left the hallway.

"Why does Demian never change? When he changes, why is he being kind to his own enemies? This is really annoying". Said Laurent as she clenched her fists as she stomped her feet. 

"Hahahaha ... Too bad ... It turned out that the prince ignored the fake princess. How tragic". Valen said as she chuckled at Laurent.

"I heard the sound of a parrot. Did I not hear wrong?". said Laurent as if not seeing Valen who was in front of her. 

"Wahhh ... I just found out that you are blind and have hearing loss. Never mind! It's useless talking to a deaf person, it certainly won't connect. Bye...". After saying that, Valen and Jesica went past Laurent who still pretended not to see and hear them.

In fact, Laurent was furious at the two friends of Qiara. She felt like pulling Valen's hair. However, she doesn't want to serve Valen, who is famous for not wanting to lose and always ends up in the BP room. That's why Laurent didn't serve her because she didn't want her name on a case book like Clara. 

Not long after that, Laurent hurried away because she also had to get home on time for a family event. 

Demian caught up with Qiara and then blocked her. Instantly, Qiara became furious and got off her bike. 

"What are you doing in my way?". Qiara asked irritably. 

"Qiara, didn't I already say that I wanted to talk to you? Then, why did you just leave? What's wrong?". Asked Demian after getting off his motorbike. 

"Nothing! I just want to hurry home, that's all!". Qiara replied expressionlessly.

"I can't believe it. Because your gaze says something else". Said Demian as he watched Qiara. 

"Are you a fortune teller? I think you don't know anything about me. So, get out of the way!". Qiara said harshly.

"Are you angry because I talked to Laurent?". Demian asked while frowning. 

Without answering Demian's question that was so serious, Qiara immediately took another path and then just walked away.

"Qiara, what's wrong with you?". Shouted Demian from the gate for Qiara to hear. 

Even though she heard it, Qiara didn't really care about it because she was already upset.

Seeing that bad situation. Demian finally gave up and chose to go home.

"I don't like cheap guys. I thought I couldn't see how he smiled at the beauty-boasting Laurent. Ahhh .... Seems like all men are the same. Anyway, I will never want to fall in love or be in a relationship first with my school, especially I have to be able to get into the best university in city A ". Qiara mind with mixed feelings between helpless and annoyed. 

Qiara's house.

Not long after that. Qiara arrived home and found her mother sitting in the living room waiting for her to come home. 

"Qiara ... Finally, you came home. Do you want to take a shower or eat first?". Greet Renata gently with a full smile. 

"Mama ... Why is it outside? Mama should be in the room! Later, Qiara will cook or we just order food". Qiara said with worry.

"It's okay dear! You should not treat Mama like a very sick person! Mama is already fine! Now, we better eat first then you take a shower, honey!". Renata replied as she pulled Qiara's hand towards the dining table.

"Okay ... This time Qiara will let Mama. But, if Mama feels bad, then Qiara begs Mama to rest right away!". Qiara said firmly. 

"Yes, dear!". Renata said softly.

After that they rushed to the dining table to eat lunch made by Renata.

Time was running so fast; it was getting late. Qiara has not yet seen her best friend who intends to visit Renata. Because no one answered the phone. Qiara left the house and took the initiative to wait in front of the house. However, what she saw was someone else coming.

"Who is it? Who is she looking for?". Inner Qiara while watching the girl from bottom to top. The one who looks more like a student and she looks very beautiful.

"Good evening! Is it true that this is Qiara's house?". Asked the girl while standing in front of Qiara. 

"Aaahh ... Yes. This is with myself. What's wrong?". Qiara asked in surprise.

"Wahhh what a coincidence. I am Alya who was specially sent by someone to become a tutor who will help you to face the exam later so you can answer correctly". Alya explained, smiling softly. 

"Really? Who was the person who sent you here?". Qiara asked with a probing gaze. 

"Sorry! I could not tell you without his knowledge. What is clear, he said that one day you will know. If you can graduate high school with good grades. Then, he will give you a lot of prizes". Alya explained. 

"But, I don't know how to study properly. So, you should go home and leave me alone because my friends will be here soon". Qiara said curtly because she didn't need a tutor. 

"Sorry! I'm just doing my job. So, I ask for your cooperation so that the salary I receive is not taken anymore. Because I used the money for my sister's medical expenses. Alya said with a pleading expression.

Hear Alya's narrative. Qiara's heart was touched because she was one of those people who could not bear to see people in trouble.. For a moment she paused to think about what decision she would like to make.