Soon after, Ning Wan walked in directly, and Song Qiao looked up to see Ning Wan coming in, her eyes instantly brightening.
At this mont, Ning Wan had her hair up high, her lips red and teeth white, dressed in a red chiffon blouse and a pair of black capri wide-legged pants, with high heels on her feet and a shoulder bag slung over her shoulder, exuding a vibrant and youthful energy.
Even for a split second, she gave off the impression of a powerful woman.
This was a dressing style Ning Wan had never sported before...
Ning Wan walked straight up to Song Qiao, waved her hand in front of her, and teased, "What’s the matter? Don’t tell you’re smitten with now?"
Hearing her words, Song Qiao just stared and smiled at her, saying, "I thought so beauty had walked into our ho?"
It had only been a few days since she last saw Ning Wan, and she had already recovered, not only in terms of her physical health but also her spirits seed to have almost fully bounced back.
The image of Ning Wan hospitalized after her miscarriage contrasted sharply with the pure and pretty woman before her.
It was as if... she had beco a different person.
Ning Wan sat down on the couch next to her, without any reserve in her posture, and started teasing Song Qiao while looking at her with a smile, "So, are you in love with now? Do you want to divorce your man and elope with ?"
Song Qiao instructed the servants to prepare flower tea and pastries, and upon hearing Ning Wan’s words, she couldn’t help but laugh, "I’m not into won."
Ning Wan clicked her tongue, "Darling, don’t tell you have fallen for that man? Or perhaps you’re already in love with him?"
Song Qiao was taken aback and felt a mont of confusion before she managed to utter four words, "I don’t know."
After a pause, without waiting for Ning Wan to speak, she showed a trace of perplexity on her face and continued to murmur, "I might like him, but as for whether it’s love, I really don’t know."
Seeing Song Qiao suddenly appearing confused, Ning Wan felt an odd emotion rush through her.
Ning Wan raised her eyebrows, "How does he treat you?"
Although it was always said that Lu Jingchen treated Song Qiao very well, and the news of their wedding this morning had already been publicized, it was all hearsay.
She needed to hear Song Qiao herself admit it before believing that the man truly treated her best friend well.
If not, she wouldn’t mind making a scene at the wedding next month on the 15th...
Song Qiao grabbed a cushion to hug, resting her head on it, and whilst gazing at Ning Wan, though not quite looking at her, she blinked before firmly saying, "He treats very well."
"Since he treats you well, then Qiaoqiao, hold onto such a good man and don’t let go easily," Ning Wan advised with a smile, "In my opinion, Lu Jingchen is a decent choice, but I don’t know much about him, so I can’t help you make a clear decision. Qiaoqiao, you just need to be sure of your own feelings."
Song Qiao felt bewildered again, suddenly uncertain about her relationship with Lu Jingchen.
Watching Song Qiao’s expression, Ning Wan felt a sense of frustration, as if wishing for her to be more resolute, and shook her hand in front of Song Qiao to snap her out of it, then said leisurely, "You can’t possibly be so lost that you don’t even understand your own heart, can you?"
Song Qiao pouted, "It’s just that the closer the wedding gets, the more nervous I am..."
Ning Wan "..." was at a loss for words, having no clue what to say since she didn’t have much experience herself; she had devoted her teenage years to Xi Mohan, giving much yet in the end receiving nothing, not even keeping her child. Thinking this, Ning Wan’s hand resting by her side unconsciously tensed, but then relaxed again.
She couldn’t help but sigh internally; what had happened was in the past and no amount of brooding could change that, and she had never even tried dating another man.
Seeing Song Qiao like this, Ning Wan didn’t want to continue the topic and glanced around the living room before asking, "Lu Jingchen isn’t here, is he?"
"He’s not, he went to work. Why?"
"It’s nothing," Ning Wan said with a slight smile, "If he’s not here, I’ll stay for lunch."
Seeing that Ning Wan visibly relaxed when she heard Lu Jingchen wasn’t there, Song Qiao jokingly said, "Wanwan, why do I feel like... you’re a bit scared of Lu Jingchen?"
Just as the servant brought over two cups of flower tea, Ning Wan had just picked one up to drink, and almost choked on the still hot tea upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, turning red from the coughing.
For quite a while, she took the tissue Song Qiao handed to her and finally spoke, "Don’t you know? During the ti I was hospitalized, your man looked at with such an unhappy face at the hospital. It’s clear he had issues with ."
She put down her floral tea cup, pursed her lips, and bluntly said, "I always feel that Lu Jingchen is too dangerous for . First, he’s good brothers with Xi Mohan, and right now, I’m trying to distance myself from Xi Mohan as much as possible, so naturally, I should stay as far away as I can. Secondly, it’s obvious that Lu Jingchen is too possessive over you. Didn’t you stay with all the while I was in the hospital? I feel like he blas because he hasn’t had sex for a long ti."
Song Qiao, "..." Wanwan, is it really okay for you to be so unreserved?
Without saying anything, she just picked up the floral tea cup again, carefully blowing on the steam inside before taking sips slowly.
Ning Wan decided to wait until later to drink her tea, so as not to burn herself, and didn’t pick up her cup either. Instead, she looked at Song Qiao and said, "I think that man has truly fallen for you."
Song Qiao paused, blinked, and spoke lightly, "How can you tell?"
Ning Wan scoffed, the reason being, "An outsider always sees more clearly than those directly involved."
...
Ning Wan kept her company all afternoon, naturally, she stayed for the al. Just as they were about to ask the maid to prepare the food, the sound of a car engine ca from outside the villa.
The two exchanged glances. Ning Wan looked toward the sound of the car outside, which was not visible, then turned to Song Qiao, swallowed, and tentatively asked, "Doesn’t your man co ho for lunch every day, does he?"
Song Qiao shook her head and said, "Not often, just occasionally."
However, when a few minutes later, the two won in the living room saw Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan walking in side by side, they were instantly stunned.
Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan, upon seeing Song Qiao and Ning Wan sitting there, showed no surprise, as if they had anticipated this encounter. Lu Jingchen even directly ordered the servants to prepare lunch for four.
Lu Jingchen simply nodded at Ning Wan as a greeting without looking at her any further, then went straight to Song Qiao’s side and sat down. He looked at her foot with concern, asking, "Is your foot feeling better?"
Song Qiao humd in affirmation, "Much better, it should be recovered in a couple of days." After speaking, she glanced slightly at Xi Mohan, who had followed Lu Jingchen over, her eyebrows subtly furrowing. But she turned to Lu Jingchen, "Why have you co back today? You didn’t even call to let know."
"Just finished work and thought of coming back to have lunch with you." The man glanced again at her foot, and as his gaze moved up, he saw her looking at Ning Wan and Xi Mohan and imdiately understood what she was thinking. He explained, "I just happened to run into Mo Han after discussing a partnership, so I invited him back for lunch. We can also discuss our wedding on the 15th of next month."
Song Qiao just uttered an "oh."
Lu Jingchen, however, stood up and picked her up in his arms, saying, "Shall I carry you upstairs to apply and massage so dicine on your ankle? That way, it’ll heal quicker."
Song Qiao had no objections, feeling that Lu Jingchen had sothing to say to her, she simply nodded her head, then said to Ning Wan, "Wanwan, I’m going to apply dicine to my ankle first, I’ll co down to accompany you later."
Since Xi Mohan’s entrance, Ning Wan had felt her whole body tense and dared not move. Only upon hearing Song Qiao’s words did she co back to her senses, naturally offering no objections, "Okay."
But it was only after Lu Jingchen carried Song Qiao up to the second floor that she belatedly realized — once Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen were gone, she would be alone with that man in the sa space...
The mont this thought erged, Ning Wan felt completely uneasy, and her determination in her heart beca even stronger: she needed to leave now.
With this in mind, she directly took her bag from the side, stood up, and prepared to leave.
But just as she stood up and turned around, she found herself face to face with the man’s broad chest. Before she could speak, he had already stretched out a large hand and firmly grasped her arm.
A deep and pleasant voice reached her ear, "Where do you think you’re going?"
Ning Wan felt as if her heart had skipped a beat, realizing that despite deciding a few days earlier to let go of this man, her current reaction appeared contradictory.
That’s right, after more than ten years of emotions, loving this man like a moth to a fla, how could she just let go?
Closing her eyes for a mont, Ning Wan lifted her head to look at Xi Mohan’s handso face, and with a radiant smile, she teasingly said, "Of course, I’m leaving. What, does Mr. Xi care if I go?"
"Wanwan!" Hearing her tone and the way she addressed him, Xi Mohan’s face darkened and his voice deepened, calling her na.
Struggling to pull her hand back without success, Ning Wan’s expression grew colder, "Let go, Xi Mohan, let go of . What do you want?"
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