Soon after, Ning Wan walked in directly, Song Qiao looked up and saw Ning Wan entering, her eyes instantly lit up.
At this mont, Ning Wan had her hair tied up high, her lips red and her teeth white, dressed in a red chiffon blouse and a pair of black, cropped wide-leg pants, standing on a pair of high heels, with a shoulder bag slung over her shoulder, looking very youthful and vibrant.
Even, for a mont, she radiated the aura of a strong, independent woman.
This was an unprecedented look for Ning Wan...
Ning Wan walked straight up to Song Qiao, waved her hand in front of her jokingly, and teased, "What’s with you? Don’t tell you’re stupefied by how I look?"
Upon hearing her, Song Qiao simply stared and smiled, saying, "I thought so beauty walked into our ho?"
Having not seen Ning Wan for just a few days, she had returned to her forr self, not only almost fully recovering physically, but also in spirit.
The image of Ning Wan when she was hospitalized for a miscarriage contrasted drastically with the pure and lovely woman now before her.
It was as if... she had beco a different person.
Ning Wan took a seat on the sofa next to her without any hesitation, her seating posture carefree and confident, looking at Song Qiao with a smile, she flirted, "So seeing , have you fallen in love with ? Want to divorce your man and elope with ?"
Song Qiao instructed the servant to prepare flower tea and pastries, and upon hearing her words, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "I’m not into won."
Ning Wan clicked her tongue, "Dear, don’t tell you’ve fallen for that man? Or, have you already fallen in love with him?"
Song Qiao paused for a mont, visibly confused, and only after a long while she exhaled four words, "I don’t know."
After a pause, without waiting for Ning Wan to speak, her face showed a spreading blush as she continued to mutter to herself, "Maybe I do like him, but as for whether it’s love, I really don’t know."
Seeing Song Qiao suddenly beco confused, a strange emotion glided through Ning Wan’s heart.
Ning Wan raised an eyebrow, "How is he to you?"
Although it was widely rumored that Lu Jingchen treated Song Qiao very well, and their marriage news was officially disclosed this morning, those were just rumors after all.
She wouldn’t believe that man was truly good to her best friend until she hears it from Song Qiao herself.
If not, at the wedding on the 15th of next month, she wouldn’t mind causing a bit of a stir...
Song Qiao grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it, placing her head on it and looking at Ning Wan. But it didn’t seem like she was really seeing her. She blinked before affirmatively stating, "He’s very good to ."
"Since he’s good to you, then Qiaoqiao, if you can hold onto such a man, do it, don’t let go too easily." Ning Wan watched her and smiled as she spoke, "In my opinion, Lu Jingchen is a decent choice. Though I don’t know him well, so I can’t help you make crystal clear decisions, but Qiaoqiao, you just need to be sure of what your heart wants."
Song Qiao beca confused again, suddenly feeling uncertain about her feelings for Lu Jingchen.
Ning Wan, watching Song Qiao’s deanor, inexplicably felt frustrated, as if she were upset with wasted potential. She shook her hand in front of Song Qiao to snap her out of it, then began to speak slowly, "You can’t be unsure about your own feelings now, can you?"
Song Qiao pouted, "It’s just that the closer I get to marriage, the more anxious I feel..."
Ning Wan "...", was montarily at a loss for words, having little experience to draw on herself. After all, her life in the past years had been focused entirely on Xi Mohan, to whom she had given a decade and more, only to end up with nothing, not to ntion losing a child. Thinking this, the hand resting by her side unconsciously clenched into a fist but then quickly relaxed.
She sighed internally, knowing that dwelling on the past wouldn’t change anything, and she had yet to experience the feeling of being in love with another man.
Seeing Song Qiao looking like this, Ning Wan didn’t want to continue the subject any further. She glanced around the living room before broaching another topic, "Lu Jingchen isn’t here, right?"
"No, he’s gone to work. What’s up?"
"It’s nothing." Ning Wan gave a slight smile and simply stated, "If he’s not here, then I’ll stay for lunch."
Noticing that Ning Wan seed to relax when she ntioned that Lu Jingchen wasn’t around, Song Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "Wanwan, I sohow feel... you’re a bit scared of Lu Jingchen?"
Just as the servant brought two cups of flower tea, Ning Wan was about to take a sip when she heard Song Qiao’s words, nearly choking on the still-hot tea, causing her face to turn red from coughing.
After a long pause, she took the tissue that Song Qiao handed to her and spoke, "Don’t you know? During my hospitalization, your man was at the hospital giving unhappy looks, clearly he had an issue with ."
She put down her floral tea cup, pursed her lips, and spoke directly and plainly, "I always feel that Lu Jingchen is too dangerous for . Firstly, he’s Xi Mohan’s close brother, and I’m currently trying to distance myself from Xi Mohan, so I naturally want to stay as far away as possible. Secondly, it’s obvious that Lu Jingchen is overly possessive of you. Weren’t you with all the ti when I was hospitalized? I feel like he’s blaming 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 picked up her floral tea cup again and carefully blew on the hot steam inside, then slowly sipped on her tea.
Ning Wan decided not to start drinking to avoid getting burned, so she didn’t pick up her cup either, but looked at Song Qiao, "I think that man really has fallen in love with you."
Song Qiao paused, blinked her eyes, and asked faintly, "How can you tell?"
Ning Wan scoffed, but her reason was, "An outsider always sees things clearer than the parties involved."
...
Ning Wan had been with her all afternoon and naturally stayed for dinner, but just as they were about to ask the maid to prepare the al, the sound of a car engine ca from outside the villa.
The two exchanged glances, and Ning Wan looked at the sound of the car, invisible outside, then turned to Song Qiao and asked hesitantly, "Doesn’t your man co ho for lunch every day?"
Song Qiao shook her head, saying, "Not often, he just cos back occasionally."
However, when a few minutes later, the two won in the living room saw Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan walk in side by side, they were completely stunned.
Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan also saw Song Qiao and Ning Wan sitting there, but they showed no surprise, as if they had expected it all along. Lu Jingchen even directly instructed the servant to prepare lunch for four people.
Lu Jingchen rely nodded at Ning Wan as a greeting, then looked away from her and walked straight to Song Qiao’s side and sat down. He glanced at her foot, asking with concern, "How’s your foot, is it better?"
Song Qiao humd affirmatively, "Much better, it should recover in a couple of days." After speaking, she glanced at Xi Mohan who had followed Lu Jingchen over, her eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed, then looked at Lu Jingchen, "Why did you co back today? You didn’t even call to let know."
"I just finished work and thought about coming back to have lunch with you." The man glanced at her foot again, and when he looked up, he saw her gaze towards Ning Wan and Xi Mohan, imdiately knowing what she was thinking, and explained, "I just happened to run into Mo Han after a cooperation talk, so I invited him back for lunch, and also to discuss our wedding on the 15th of next month."
Song Qiao made a sound of acknowledgnt.
Lu Jingchen then stood up and picked her up, saying, "Shall I carry you upstairs to apply dicine and massage your ankle? That way, you’ll heal faster."
Song Qiao had no objections because she felt that Lu Jingchen was prepared to talk to her, so she nodded then said to Ning Wan, "Wanwan, I’m going to apply so dicine to my foot first, I’ll co back down later to accompany you."
Ning Wan, since Xi Mohan had arrived, felt stiffness all over her body and dared not move. Only after hearing Song Qiao’s words did she co back to her senses, naturally without any objection, "Sure."
Only after Lu Jingchen had carried Song Qiao to the second floor did she belatedly realize, with Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen gone, she would have to stay in the sa space with that man...
The mont this thought surfaced, Ning Wan felt her whole person was not well, even more determined in her heart to leave right now.
Thinking this, she imdiately grabbed her bag from the side, stood up, and prepared to leave.
However, just as she stood up and turned around, she found herself directly facing the man’s broad chest. Before she could speak, the man’s large hand had already reached out and grabbed her arm.
A deep and pleasant voice ca to her ears, "Where do you think you’re going?"
Ning Wan felt as if her heart had been struck, knowing that just a few days ago she had resolved to put this man behind her, but her current reaction seed to show she hadn’t let go yet.
It made sense; after more than a decade of affection, loving this man like a moth to a fla, how could she just let go so easily?
Closing her eyes, Ning Wan lifted her head to look at Xi Mohan’s strikingly handso face, and put on a bright smile, speaking coyly, "Of course, I’m leaving. What, does Mr. Xi care if I leave?"
"Wanwan!" Hearing her tone and the way she addressed him, Xi Mohan’s face darkened, and his voice lowered a few notches as he called her na.
Struggling to pull her hand back, but unable to do so, Ning Wan’s expression turned colder, "Let go, Xi Mohan, let go. What do you want?"
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