Are you crazy?
I haven’t offended you!
Out of nowhere, Zhao Yufan yelled at Yao Xinchun, instantly killing any desire she had to talk to him. The next second, she immediately stepped forward, following Shen Lingxing and Mi Jing’s figures.
"Miss Mi, please wait a moment."
There weren’t many people coming and going at the hotel entrance. At this moment, Mi Jing and Shen Lingxing were waiting for the hotel staff to bring their car around, but unexpectedly, Yao Xinchun followed them like a shadow.
"Is there something you need?" Mi Jing’s mood wasn’t very good, so it’s only natural that her tone was a bit cold.
"I... I want to talk to you alone." Yao Xinchun had rushed too fast, causing her breath to be a bit short. As she spoke, her chest heaved spectacularly, making for a very grand and enticing visual effect.
"We are still busy." Without waiting for Mi Jing to answer, Shen Lingxing stood in front of her, expressionless, saying, "Perhaps another time."
"It will only take a few words, it won’t take long."
"The car’s here." Shen Lingxing didn’t acknowledge her, seeing the car pull up, he unhesitatingly took Mi Jing’s hand and walked forward.
"Shen Lingxing, do you have to be so cruel to me? Don’t you think you’re being too harsh?" Yao Xinchun didn’t continue the pursuit, just watched Shen Lingxing’s retreating figure, yelling sadly and resentfully.
"..."
Shen Lingxing still ignored her; in the quiet environment, only the sound of the wind blowing and a staff member staring blankly at Yao Xinchun could be heard.
"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I’ll gouge your eyes out!"
Watching the car slowly drive away, Yao Xinchun was both angry and humiliated. So, when she noticed the hotel staff standing not far away staring at her, her emotions immediately exploded. From goddess to shrew in a second, she scared the staff member into a hasty retreat.
All the way home, Shen Lingxing and Mi Jing were uncharacteristically silent. The former didn’t rush to explain, and the latter didn’t hurry to question, both remaining quiet without engaging each other, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere inside the car.
In Mi Jing’s view, Shen Lingxing’s earlier behavior was rather strange. She couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t let Yao Xinchun talk to her alone. Even though he knew she didn’t like Yao Xinchun, while she was completely conscious, whether or not she wanted to talk to Yao Xinchun alone was something she could decide for herself. His sudden interference seemed a bit suspicious.
Could Zhao Yufan be telling the truth?
That Shen Lingxing and Yao Xinchun were once an item, and he didn’t tell her the truth, so he got nervous, fearing that Yao Xinchun might expose his lie?
As soon as this thought appeared, another voice in her heart quickly followed: Impossible, Shen Lingxing wouldn’t lie!
But if he didn’t lie to her, how could he explain his behavior just now? Was it because he didn’t want her to hear some nonsense Yao Xinchun might make up?
Mi Jing went through all the possibilities, her thoughts becoming a tangled mess, difficult to untangle, which left her in a terrible mood and she forgot to call Ruan Pianran.
The silence lasted all the way until the car entered the parking lot; neither of them spoke. After getting out, Mi Jing walked in front while Shen Lingxing followed behind, maintaining a distance of about half a meter—just close enough for Shen Lingxing to grab her if he reached out.
"You open the door!" Once they reached the front door, Mi Jing suddenly felt angry, stopped in her tracks, and moved a couple of steps to the side. With a cold face and a powerful aura, she commanded.
Finally about to snap?
Shen Lingxing raised an eyebrow, chuckling inwardly, but his expression remained as calm as ever, saying nonchalantly, "Don’t you have a key?"
"Oh, so you can talk! I thought you were mute." Mi Jing glared at Shen Lingxing, then lowered her head, mumbling to herself floor.
"Are you upset?" Shen Lingxing suddenly smiled, reaching out to hug Mi Jing, and resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered.
"Can’t you tell if I’m upset? Why ask, it’s pointless!" Mi Jing turned her face, squinting at Shen Lingxing, and replied irritably.
"Heh." Shen Lingxing chuckled happily, then quickly kissed Mi Jing’s face and said with a smile, "My wife looks really good when she’s angry."
"You’re the crazy one!" Mi Jing puffed her cheeks in anger, not backing down.
"Yes, I must be crazy; otherwise, how could I like you, you and your fierceness." Shen Lingxing restrained his smile, speaking seriously.
"Shen Lingxing, you..."
Hearing him say that, Mi Jing was about to explode, turning in anger to push Shen Lingxing away. But Mi Jing’s quick movement was matched by Shen Lingxing’s rapid response, her hands just touched him when he grabbed them.
"Jingjing, let’s talk inside." Shen Lingxing looked down at Mi Jing, his expression earnest, his tone solemn.
Did this guy learn face changing from Sichuan Opera? Changing faces so quickly!
Shen Lingxing’s sudden seriousness took Mi Jing by surprise, but she was a resilient woman and wouldn’t show weakness, so she kept a cold face, responding irritably, "How can we go in if you don’t open the door!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lingxing smiled again, then took out the key from his pocket and obediently opened the door.
"Let go of my hand!"
Once the door was opened, Shen Lingxing immediately reached out to hug Mi Jing. However, Mi Jing was still "angry" and continued to act haughtily, not showing kindness.
"Good girl, you’re wearing high heels. It’ll be easier if I hold you."
Surprisingly, he remembered she was wearing high heels!
Mi Jing glanced at Shen Lingxing, her heart instantly softened. And Shen Lingxing, he liked when Mi Jing played a small temper with him. Although she seemed angry, Shen Lingxing knew it was all an act. Deep down, she still trusted him; otherwise, she wouldn’t talk to him or throw a tantrum.
Shen Lingxing held Mi Jing as they walked into the living room. As soon as they sat down, Mi Jing immediately took off her high heels. The moment they left her feet, her mood instantly improved slightly.
Although the shoes were of good quality and didn’t hurt her feet, the heels were too high. Even though she hadn’t walked much, her feet were unbearably tired.
"Do your feet hurt?" Shen Lingxing glanced at the ten-centimeter-high heels on the floor, a touch of heartache rising within him, asking with concern.
"No." Mi Jing quickly moved aside, avoiding Shen Lingxing’s hand reaching for her skirt hem.
Her feet should be swollen because even after taking off the shoes, they still felt painful.
Sigh.
Mi Jing’s evasion made Shen Lingxing feel helpless. He undid the buttons on his suit jacket, then leaned back against the sofa, asking lazily, "What did Zhao Yufan say to you?"