The man’s words caused everyone’s expressions to shift.
Especially Fang Qing, whose face had completely lost color. She looked at the man before her in disbelief.
She even suspected there was sothing wrong with her ears. She never expected Xi Mohan to actually respond that way, saying he wanted to keep Ning Wan.
She even had a terrifying thought flash in her mind: had Xi Mohan rembered sothing?
Even Lu Jingchen hadn’t expected Xi Mohan to say that. The calm expression on his face began to crack slightly; however, having been in the business world for a long ti, he managed to conceal his emotions well.
When Song Qiao almost lost control of her emotions and wanted to curse at Xi Mohan, Lu Jingchen raised a hand to ruffle her hair, signaling her to let him handle it.
Song Qiao glanced back at him, forcefully repressing her anger, and sat back down on the sofa.
Lu Jingchen stepped forward to close the distance with Xi Mohan and said, "Shall we have a chat?"
Xi Mohan looked at him, his expression slightly softening, and said, "Okay."
Having agreed to chat with Lu Jingchen, Xi Mohan then looked at Fang Qing and said, "You should go back first. I’ll have a driver take you later."
Fang Qing already seed about to collapse. Her face was still in shock as she looked directly at Xi Mohan, subconsciously asking, "Why?"
The single "why" left Song Qiao feeling baffled, and Lu Jingchen felt the sa way.
However, Xi Mohan knew exactly what Fang Qing’s "why" ant.
The man stood tall and straight, towering over Fang Qing, who was less than 1.7 ters tall. Even in five-centiter heels, she only ca up to Xi Mohan’s shoulder.
Looking down at her, he placed a hand in his pocket. Upon hearing her question, his brows furrowed slightly in displeasure before he said, "Fang Qing, don’t forget your current status."
Fang Qing suddenly felt pathetic, deeply saddened and more than a little resentful.
That woman had caused him so much harm, even delivering a near-fatal blow and nearly dying in a car accident to chase after her.
Even though Xi Mohan had lost his mories of Ning Wan, it seed that everything would spiral out of control as soon as she appeared.
Her hand at her side involuntarily clenched into a fist. She took a deep breath; even though the man’s face was already filled with displeasure, in normal circumstances, she would understand to stop while she was ahead and wouldn’t press further.
However, she felt a lump in her chest, unable to dispel it without asking. Secretly pinching her palm to muster courage, she boldly questioned, "I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, so why let another woman stay overnight here while I’ve never spent the night? Mo Han... how should I feel about that? Have you considered my feelings?"
Sitting there, Song Qiao was a bit stunned, not expecting that Fang Qing had never stayed overnight here.
This... was sowhat irregular.
Rubbing her chin, Song Qiao suddenly found herself unable to understand what Xi Mohan truly ant, or whether he saw Fang Qing as his girlfriend or rely as Ning Wan’s substitute.
Fang Qing bore so resemblance to Ning Wan, but only in the nose and eyes; everything else was different. After all, her Wanwan had once been regarded as An City’s greatest beauty, unmatched in looks.
Song Qiao had to admit that her best friend was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, so beautiful that she wanted to hide Wanwan at ho, away from others’ view.
Yet, one thing still puzzled Song Qiao: Xi Mohan had forgotten Wanwan, so why find a sowhat similar woman as his girlfriend?
Did it an that Xi Mohan hadn’t completely forgotten Wanwan in his heart?
Xi Mohan’s gaze fell on Fang Qing, his face showing no extra emotion as he simply said, "Fang Qing, you’re not Mrs. Xi yet, so don’t concern yourself too much. I like obedient girls."
Obedient girls...
Fang Qing suddenly felt anger rising within her. She had been with Xi Mohan for so many years; when had she not listened to him?
Her nose tingled suddenly, and tears began to fall uncontrollably as her emotions overwheld her. She turned and ran out of the villa.
Seeing Fang Qing leave, Xi Mohan subconsciously wanted to chase after her but stopped himself, his brows furrowing as his mood soured.
Lu Jingchen watched her leave, then looked at Xi Mohan and instinctively asked, "Do you need to chase her? After all, a woman running out like this is sowhat dangerous."
Of course, he was just asking casually.
Xi Mohan withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "No need."
Saying this, he called a butler over and instructed him to arrange a driver to take Fang Qing ho.
Song Qiao sat there watching Xi Mohan, with one thought in her mind.
Truly... heartless.
If Lu Jingchen treated her like that, and she ran out crying, she definitely wouldn’t forgive him easily.
After all, won often have their little emotions.
Thinking about it, she suddenly felt that Fang Qing was quite pitiful.
But, of course, pitiful people often have sothing detestable about them too.
After Fang Qing ran out of the villa, she didn’t even change shoes and was wearing a pair of pink slippers, specially bought for her second visit to the villa.
After running so distance, expecting Xi Mohan to run after her, she stopped to look back, yet saw no sign of him.
Her expression darkened considerably. This ti, it wasn’t just Ning Wan she hated; she also resented Song Qiao.
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