She never expected her mind to be so intricate, no wonder he couldn’t find any trace of her departure.
Clutching the paper in his hand, Rong Shaoze was extremely excited.
Xinlan, I’ve finally found you. If you dare to leave me again, then let’s go to hell together!
Lin Xinlan had another sleepless night. As soon as she woke up early in the morning, she turned on her computer to watch videos.
But there were no new videos today, and she felt very disappointed.
Many people were also waiting for the video, and they were equally disappointed.
Qiao Yiyang knew that Rong Shaoze didn’t release a video today and chuckled, "He might have given up by now."
Has he really given up?
She hoped he had given up, yet paradoxically, she also hoped he wouldn’t.
At noon, Lu Xiaofan brought back a Christmas tree, along with fairy lights, Christmas stockings, boxes, candies, and bells, planning to decorate the tree.
Lin Xinlan asked her in confusion, "Is today Christmas?"
"No, it’s Christmas Eve."
"Do you like celebrating Christmas?" Lin Xinlan asked again, puzzled.
She considered it a foreign holiday, not a Chinese one. Aside from soaking up the atmosphere, she never really celebrated it.
As she decorated, Lu Xiaofan said, "I grew up in Italy. Christmas for me is just as important as the Spring Festival. You might not like it, but I do."
How could she have forgotten that Lu Xiaofan wasn’t Chinese?
She just had an Asian face, which didn’t necessarily mean she was Chinese; she could be from another country.
After all, having grown up in Italy, she could be considered Italian, right?
Once the fairy lights were up, Lu Xiaofan hummed songs and decorated the entire room, making it look very festive.
Qiao Yiyang said he didn’t like to celebrate the holiday, to which Lu Xiaofan countered with the same reason.
She said it was their first time celebrating Christmas alone together, and no matter what, she wanted to have a happy celebration—of course, ignoring Lin Xinlan’s presence.
The sky gradually darkened, and Lu Xiaofan played Christmas songs in the room and made lots of food, creating a rather joyful atmosphere.
"Dinner’s ready, but before we eat, let’s open our presents."
Today, Lu Xiaofan looked like a lively little girl, full of joy.
She handed a beautifully wrapped gift box to Qiao Yiyang, smiling, "This is my gift to you, open it up and see what’s inside."
Under her persistent urging, Qiao Yiyang reluctantly opened it to find a white wool scarf for men inside.
Lu Xiaofan took the scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and said with satisfaction, "Nice, it looks good. Even if you become an old man, wearing this will still make you handsome."
"I gave you a present, so what do you have for me?" She stretched out her fair palm towards him.
Qiao Yiyang took off the scarf, tossed it aside, and said indifferently, "I don’t have a gift for you."
"Stingy!" Lu Xiaofan pouted, but then smiled and said, "Can I ask for a gift myself?"
Before Qiao Yiyang could respond, she quickly pecked his face with a kiss.
The man’s face changed subtly, and he immediately turned to see Lin Xinlan’s reaction, but she was looking at the TV composedly, not caring about what was happening on their side at all.
"Tsk, even if I forced myself on you, she wouldn’t care. Save your energy," Lu Xiaofan said with a tinge of jealousy.
Qiao Yiyang glared at her, clearly angry.
"If you keep messing around, get out!"