As Ning Wan walked into the private room, she couldn’t help but click her tongue in amazent and sat down next to Song Qiao, starting with, "Qiaoqiao, now I finally see the perks of getting cozy with a wealthy guy. Just look at you, you’re the perfect example. Should I also find a super-rich man in the future?"
While sipping milk, Song Qiao almost choked upon hearing Ning Wan’s words, glancing back at her with a glare tinged with teasing, "Are you that desperate to get married? If you are, then hurry up and marry a rich guy!"
The two could joke about anything between them as best friends, sotis even roasting each other.
With a look of disdain, Ning Wan laughed and responded, "You’ re already trapped in the ’tomb’ of marriage; I’m certainly not in any rush. Plus, do you think it’s easy to find a man who is right for , marriage material, and also rich?"
The room was filled with the pleasant scent of lotus, which improved the previously sour mood.
In such an ambiance, the two girls chatted casually, reminiscing about the past, sharing funny stories, and their first eting.
When Lu Jingchen returned, he looked rather displeased, but the mont he saw Ning Wan sitting beside Song Qiao, and their gaze landed on him, with smiles on their faces, the man, who was adept at concealing his emotions, imdiately softened his fierce expression to a gentle and faint one, still exuding his elegant and noble deanor.
Seeing Lu Jingchen enter, Ning Wan put down her cup and teased, "Mr. Lu, here I thought you were planning to leave Qiaoqiao and to dine alone, to reminisce about the days we used to live together?"
Lost in conversation with Song Qiao, Ning Wan had almost forgotten about the man’s presence, not seeing him for a while, she thought he had simply dropped Song Qiao off and left after making arrangents. Only when she saw him entering with his phone did she realize that he had been away making a call.
Regarding the marriage between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, she only hoped that her best friend could be happy, but perhaps because Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan knew each other, she subconsciously didn’t have a very good impression of Lu Jingchen.
Moreover... Lu Jingchen’s ex-girlfriend was Zuo Yuqing.
Everyone knew Lu Jingchen’s most beloved had been Zuo Yuqing, but for so unknown reason, they broke up. And Song Qiao didn’t know about Lu Jingchen’s past, leaving Ning Wan hesitant about whether to inform Qiaoqiao about Lu Jingchen’s history.
The handso man gave Ning Wan a brief glance, catching the barbs in her words but not responding. Instead, he sat down on the other side of Song Qiao, saying simply, "Let’s eat!"
The dishes, ordered before Ning Wan’s arrival, were well known to Song Qiao, who, having lived with Ning Wan for so long, knew her preferences, and surprisingly, so did Lu Jingchen.
In front of delicious food, Ning Wan never skimped on treating herself well, thoroughly enjoying the al.
...
Since Ning Wan had to prepare a report for an upcoming inspection, she left for her rented apartnt after dinner.
Watching the taxi disappear from view, Song Qiao felt a sudden wave of emotion, reflecting on the many years and amusing experiences they’d shared.
The tall, handso man approached the sowhat nostalgic girl, reaching out to gently lift her chin and giving her a kiss, "She’s gone now. Shall we go ho?"
Song Qiao, still getting used to their occasional displays of affection, did not resist this ti. Coming back to her senses, she looked up at him instinctively and asked, "Don’t you have to go back to the office?"
Lu Jingchen humd in response, holding her hand as they walked to the car parked by the curb, "I just had to take care of so important docunts this morning. Let’s go ho and see where you want to add your personal touch, and tomorrow we can go buy furniture together!"
Uncle Chen, seeing Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen approaching the car, hurriedly stepped out to open the door for them, "Sir, Madam!"
Song Qiao got into the car, buckling her seatbelt, and mumbled, "Don’t we already have furniture? Why buy more?"
As the car door closed, Lu Jingchen sat inside, looking at the girl beside him with a smile, "I want you to decorate our ho personally, to make it feel like the apartnt you shared with Ning Wan, a place that feels like ho."
Having lived alone before, his villa decor was too austere, lacking the warmth of a ho, let alone a family atmosphere. This was his conclusion after seeing the apartnt where Ning Wan and Song Qiao used to live.
Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao instantly understood, her face lighting up with a smile as she nodded, "Okay!"
...
Ning Wan returned to the small apartnt and, just as she walked out of the elevator, froze still, instinctively taking a step back, her face gradually losing color.
Standing at the door of their apartnt was a man dressed in a top-brand tailored suit, emanating a noble and elegant aura, leaning against the wall as if waiting for soone.
Xi Mohan!
Seemingly hearing a noise, the man turned his head and saw Ning Wan, her expression drastically changed, yet his own remained unchanged.
Ning Wan instinctively backed away, but the elevator doors had already closed behind her. The two stood in a long silence, with neither speaking.
After a mont, the girl forced a wry smile, her voice cold and scornful, "Mr. Xi, long ti no see!"
Hearing her address him so, the man took long strides toward her, a aningful and elegant smile on his face, his voice deep and pleasant, "Wanwan, you’re being naughty again. What should you call , hm?"
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