Chapter 122: Chapter 119: I’m Talking to the Person I Like
Rose petals floated in the water, with the faint fragrance of flowers permeating the air.
Wen Xian leaned against the bathtub, her hair wrapped in a towel, her fair and exquisite face like a lotus emerging from the water, pure yet alluring.
On the edge of the bathtub was a white extendable shelf, which held a small glass of red wine.
At the moment, she was holding her phone, composing some messages on Weibo.
The figure she had seen at the clubhouse today resembled Lu Xiao so much.
Yet, she knew that Lu Xiao was clearly in Qinghai, so how could he appear in Shanghai, let alone near the clubhouse?
Time flew, and it had been several days since she returned, her longing for Lu Xiao amplified every night after her return, endlessly magnified…
Especially the night before she left, under the starry skies of the Milky Way with him.
It had to be said that it often left her…
Endlessly reminiscing.
After finishing the message, she hit send.
In an instant, once the Weibo was posted, countless people swarmed in to leave comments and likes.
She had posted several pictures of the Gesang Flower Sea that Lu Xiao had taken for her in Qinghai, along with a photo of a bunch of sunflowers she took on the plane.
This was a precious nine-grid collage.
The accompanying text was the sunflower blossom language written on the card that came with the bouquet Lu Xiao gave her.
As soon as the post with these pictures and words went live, it blew up!
Among them, one phrase stood out, “When I look up, I see no one else but you.”
Who is that “you” referring to?
Who is the Goddess speaking to? Or is someone else speaking to the Goddess?
Weibo user Sunshine-deprived Warmth: [My gosh, has Young Master Huo finally seen the light of day—?!]
Weibo user Lacking Money: [Ahhhh, done for, I’ve been dumped!]
Weibo user js: [Crying storm, my hubby must’ve been cheating on me with a dog, boo hoo hoo.]
Though Wen Xian and the wealthy second-generation Huo had been embroiled in scandals, she had never made them public; now, with such a post, it essentially confirmed the previous posts from a co-passenger on the same flight, how could it not shake their hearts.
One by one, they were crying a storm, and then, they started to frantically dig for information.
Wen Xian picked up her phone again, opened WeChat, and found her chat with Lu Xiao.
She bit her lip and typed a message:
Shang Luxiao: [Captain, what are you doing?]
Unable to suppress herself any longer, she asked.
She’d thought he might be busy and not see her message immediately, but unexpectedly, his reply came quickly.
Lu Xiao: [Not doing much.]
When Wen Xian saw his message, her hand trembled with excitement, she tried to calm herself and continued to text him:
[Captain, do you use Weibo? Just now, a female celebrity seemed to have revealed a romantic relationship.]
Lu Xiao: [? I don’t. No time, not interested in these things.]
Seeing his dismissive and indifferent reply, Wen Xian felt extremely anxious and conflicted inside.
Did Lu Xiao know whom he was chatting with? It wasn’t some Auntie Shang, it was her, Wen Xian, the one who had shared a passionate night with him.
After a brief hesitation, she sent another message, her gaze deepening a bit: [Captain, do you know what I’m doing right now?]
Wen Xian: [I’m talking to the person I like.]
As she sent this message, her earlobes flushed hot, she bit her lip, and couldn’t help but feel the sweetness of a young woman’s affection.
However, the other side fell silent for a moment, and then replied:
[Auntie Shang, it’s late, you should wash up and go to bed.]