Actually, the most reliable judgnt should be that Mr. Xiao’s public relations are excellent, managing to keep his portrait from leaking out in this age of information explosion where personal searches have beco a breeze—his level is on par with the secrecy work of the United States Intelligence Agency.
Weibo exploded, and onlookers like Su Yixia and Gu Nuan were having a blast watching it.
"Who do you think his wife could be?" Su Yixia asked like everyone else.
Gu Nuan answered, "How would I know? But she must at least be the daughter of a wealthy family."
Su Yixia agreed, "Marriages consider matching social status. If he doesn’t marry a rich girl, would his family even agree?"
The phrase "matching social status" suddenly made Gu Nuan fall silent.
Su Yixia knew she was thinking about Wa Zicong and quickly changed the subject, "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"
Of course. Before Gu Nuan could finish typing these two words, she saw the living room light, which she had turned off, suddenly co on outside.
She imdiately put down her phone and carefully went out to check.
The neighborhood was strictly managed, inhabited by the wealthy, so security wasn’t a concern. Under such circumstances, the only people who could walk right through her door were him or his people. Thinking back to when Zang Xiaolian gave her the key card, saying that only she and he had them, it stood to reason that the person entering now could only be—
The small apartnt had no vestibule, and the living room light stretched his tall figure.
Striped shirt, white trousers, white leather shoes.
Dashing and debonair.
Without taking off his shoes, he walked straight into the living room and flopped down on the sofa, lying there. Then, he turned his head and saw her standing at the room’s entrance.
She wore a simple white blouse with short sleeves and black sports trousers underneath, with cotton-linen slippers prepared in the apartnt on her feet.
Xiao Yebai squinted his eyes.
Gu Nuan’s scalp tingled, sensing she could predict what he was about to say next.
True to form, the mont he spoke, it was always that kind of irritating tone, "Tell , Mrs. Xiao, don’t you wear pajamas at ho?"
Let alone the fact that Gu Nuan hadn’t packed any pajamas in her luggage, even if she had, her instincts told her she wouldn’t have put them on. There was an obvious reason for that—the presence of a man in the house.
Gu Nuan calmly walked over and sat down on the low stool next to the coffee table, saying, "You’re back."
He seed taken aback by her response, pausing for a mont before replying, "Mhm."
The atmosphere suddenly beca a bit strange.
"I’ll get you a glass of water," Gu Nuan offered, about to get up.
"No need. I just had so water," he replied, and quickly resud his usual deanor. Pulling out his phone, he said to her, "Wait a minute. What’s with the way you’re dressed?"
"What about it?" Gu Nuan queried.
"Dressed like that, are you planning to be a hotel waitress here?"
True, her current attire did resemble that of hotel staff he described, particularly housekeeping.
He always had a knack for biting comnts. Gu Nuan held back her irritation, waiting to see what else he had to say.
"My Mrs. Xiao, how can you dress like a country girl from your village?"
The ntion of Qiu Sangu indeed brought to mind soone with money but no taste.
"Hello." He must have been talking to Zang Xiaolian, "Go get so clothes from Arthur. Your sister-in-law needs to change."
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