All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the reception room plumted, as the man standing there instantly beca somber, his face darkening in an instant. Song Qiao did not know which of her words had directly hit his sore spot.
Seeing the man’s face turning cold and harsh all of a sudden, his hand by his side clenched into a fist involuntarily, she could even hear the sound of his knuckles, and his whole body exuded an icy and bone-piercing chill.
The door to the reception room was opened again, and Song Qiao turned her head to see, only to be slightly stunned for a mont. She then let out a mocking laugh, and said to Xi Mohan, "Xi Mohan, isn’t Ning Wan’s disappearance just what you wanted? Sending so many people to look for her now, don’t you feel a little sorry for your fiancée?"
"Song Qiao, this seems to be none of your business." The man, who had been silent until then, suddenly lifted his gaze and looked at her coldly, his voice carrying a hint of warning, "You are Jingchen’s wife now. Just do your own thing. It’s best not to reach your hand into matters that don’t concern you and quit playing those little tricks, otherwise, not even Jingchen will be able to protect you in the end."
Song Qiao faced the man’s icy gaze directly, shivering down her spine, and couldn’t help but take a small step backwards, "Are you threatening ?"
The man stood straight, his tall and upright silhouette seed to emanate an invisible aura, with barely parted lips, he said, "It’s not a threat, it’s advice. Of course, you can take it as a threat if you like."
Song Qiao gave a cold smile, "Then I really should thank you for your ’advice’." Then, she stopped looking at the man in front of her, instead turning towards the woman who stood motionless at the door, her pale little face catching Song Qiao’s eye as she said with a laugh, "Eldest Lady Ning, have you seen? This is your betrothed."
Xi Mohan paused, abruptly turning to look towards the door, imdiately catching sight of Ning Yan’er standing there with eyes wide with disbelief. Her delicate face was terribly pale at the mont. His eyes slightly narrowed, but he quickly regained his composure and called out to her with a still gentle voice, "Yan’er..."
Ning Yan’er leaned against the wall, her other hand tightly clutching her handbag, her lips moved slightly, and after a long mont, she managed to speak, "Mo Han, have you been searching for her ever since Ning Wan disappeared?"
She had thought of it long before, but she had never dared to believe that Xi Mohan would actually be looking for that woman, Ning Wan.
When Ning Wan disappeared, she had always felt as if it were all perfectly natural; as long as she was gone, Xi Mohan would truly belong to herself.
Even though everything in the past indicated that Xi Mohan had no regard for, and even detested Ning Wan, there was always a feeling that he saw Ning Wan differently.
After Ning Wan’s disappearance, Xi Mohan seed to beco a different person, and only then did she belatedly realize so things seed to be beyond her control. Soone told her Xi Mohan liked Ning Wan. At first, she did not believe it, but she kept her suspicions.
Song Qiao just stood there, her feet in a pair of heels, not very high, but not low either, seemingly an outsider, watching the two people in front of her.
"Mhm." Unexpectedly, Xi Mohan simply responded indifferently with a sound of agreent, as if acknowledging it.
Hearing his response, Ning Yan’er initially was certain that he would not deign to lie to her, but his admission still caused her a sudden wave of emotion, almost making her lose her balance and fall.
There stood Song Qiao, her gaze on Ning Yan’er, her brows involuntarily furrowed, but without a word, her eyes quickly shifted to behind Ning Yan’er, and she imdiately saw a familiar, tall, and upright figure. However, when her gaze fell on the woman next to him, her whole body seed to be engulfed by a chill sweeping up from the soles of her feet.
"Why? Mo Han, have you really fallen for Ning Wan?" Ning Yan’er’s face turned even paler, her hand by her side unconsciously clenched tight, her nails digging deeply into her palm flesh, as if questioning him.
Her voice wasn’t loud or soft, but in the spacious reception room, it sounded quite loud, to the extent that even the man and woman not far away heard it.
Lu Jingchen, hearing Ning Yan’er’s voice, subconsciously stopped in his tracks and looked in that direction, imdiately seeing at the doorway of a reception room on the first floor, Ning Yan’er standing there, and inside the reception room...
Xi Mohan, Song Qiao?
The man’s expression darkened, but after a pause of just a few seconds, he strode toward the reception room.
Zuo Yuqing, who had been talking about sothing else, saw Lu Jingchen turn and walk in another direction. She followed his gaze and directly saw Song Qiao, who stood facing the entrance of the reception room. She stopped in place, her hand clenched into a fist, her nails also digging into her flesh.
Won always do this, self-harming, liking to clench their fists and dig their own nails into the palms of their hands to remind themselves that everything before their eyes is the reality.
Upon seeing Lu Jingchen approaching, Song Qiao’s expression changed, and after a mont of hesitation, she quickly walked towards the doorway, no longer bothering with Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er who stood there.
Their matters didn’t concern her, she was reluctant to ddle, nor was she able to intervene, if not for Ning Wan.
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