Ning Wan stepped into the private room and couldn’t help but tsk in amazent, sitting down right next to Song Qiao and asking, "Qiaoqiao, now I finally understand the perks of clinging onto a wealthy man’s thigh. Look at you, such an example. Should I also set my sights on finding soone extrely rich?
Song Qiao was drinking milk when she heard Ning Wan’s words, almost choking on it. She turned and glared at her, her tone teasing, "Are you so eager to get married? If that’s the case, just hurry up and marry a rich man!"
They joked around with each other, as besties do; there’s nothing they can’t talk about, sotis even playfully insulting one another.
Ning Wan looked at her with disdain, laughing, "You’re already stepping into the graveyard of marriage, but I’m certainly not in a rush to marry. Besides, do you think it’s easy to find a man who suits , is marriage material and is wealthy too?"
The room was filled with the pleasant scent of lotus, improving the mood of anyone who was feeling sowhat down.
In such an ambiance, the two girls chatted about all sorts of things – reminiscing about past events, sharing amusing stories, talking about the ti when they first t.
When Lu Jingchen returned, his face wasn’t looking good, but as he opened the door and saw Ning Wan sitting next to Song Qiao, their gaze falling on him with smiles still on their faces, the man who was very skilled at masking his emotions, imdiately concealed his unpleasant expression, adopting a graceful and mild manner, still every bit the elegant and noble gentleman.
Seeing Lu Jingchen enter, Ning Wan put down her cup and teased, "Mr. Lu, here I was thinking you were going to let Qiaoqiao and reminisce about the old days when we lived together by having us eat this whole tableful of dishes alone."
She and Song Qiao had been chatting and had nearly forgotten about this man’s existence, not seeing him around and thinking he’d left after bringing Song Qiao here and arranging everything. Only when she saw him with a phone did she realize he had gone to make a call.
As for the marriage between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, all she hoped for was her best friend’s happiness. But maybe because Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan were brothers, she couldn’t help but instinctively hold so aversion towards Lu Jingchen.
Moreover... Lu Jingchen’s ex-girlfriend was Zuo Yuqing.
Everyone knew that Zuo Yuqing was the woman Lu Jingchen loved most, but for so unknown reason, they parted ways, and Song Qiao knew nothing about Lu Jingchen’s past. Ning Wan hesitated inside, uncertain if she should tell Qiaoqiao about Lu Jingchen’s past.
The handso man glanced coolly at Ning Wan, hearing the sharpness in her words but not picking up the discussion, instead, he sat down next to Song Qiao, "Let’s eat."
The dishes had been ordered before Ning Wan arrived and living with Song Qiao for so long, she naturally knew what her friend liked and disliked. Surprisingly, Lu Jingchen seed to know exactly what his wife enjoyed and didn’t as well.
Facing delicious food, Ning Wan never short-changed herself, enjoying a very satisfying al.
...
Since Ning Wan still had to prepare for an inspection report, she went straight back to her rented apartnt after dinner.
Watching the taxi slowly fade from view, Song Qiao suddenly felt nostalgic, thinking about how many years they’d known each other and all the fun experiences they’d shared.
The tall and handso man walked up to the girl still filled with reflection, reaching out to pinch her chin and gave her a kiss. "She’s gone now. Shall we head back?"
Despite still feeling a bit unaccustod to the slight intimacy between them, Song Qiao was no longer resisting. Recovering from her thoughts she looked up at him and asked instinctively, "Don’t you need to go back to the office?"
Lu Jingchen humd in response, taking her hand and walking towards the car parked by the road, "This morning was just about dealing with so important docunts. Let’s go ho and see if there’s anything else you’d like to design yourself. We’ll go furniture shopping together tomorrow!"
Uncle Chen, upon seeing Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen approaching, quickly got out of the car to open the door for them, "Sir, Madam!"
As Song Qiao got into the car and buckled her seatbelt, she muttered, "Don’t we already have furniture? Why buy more?"
After closing the car door, Lu Jingchen sat inside and turned to the girl beside him with a smile, "I want you to personally decorate our ho so it feels just like the apartnt you shared with Ning Wan, giving it that holy feel."
Having lived alone before, the villa’s decor was too austere and lacked warmth, not to ntion a holy touch. This was his conclusion after seeing the small apartnt where Ning Wan and Song Qiao used to live.
Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Song Qiao instantly understood and smiled, nodding, "Okay!"
...
When Ning Wan returned to the apartnt, she froze in place as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, instinctively taking a step back as the color drained from her face.
Standing in front of their apartnt was a man in a na-brand tailored suit, his noble and elegant deanor apparent as he leaned against the wall, clearly waiting for soone.
Xi Mohan!
Seemingly hearing her, the man turned his head subconsciously and saw Ning Wan standing there, her expression greatly changed, although his remained unchanged.
Ning Wan instinctively stepped back, but the elevator behind her had already closed. The two faced each other in silence for a long ti, neither speaking.
Finally, the girl put on a forced smile, her voice cold and mocking, "Young Master Xi, long ti no see!"
The man, upon hearing her address him thus, strode forward with long steps, a profound and graceful smile on his face, his voice deep and pleasant, "Wanwan, you’re being naughty again. What should you be calling , hm?"
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