Chapter 1: Chapter 1: You dumped me, so why are you thinking of me? Chapter 1: Chapter 1: You dumped me, so why are you thinking of me? “I heard Miss Zhang’s first love is still around, yet I, unclean in body and mind, are you sure you want to proceed with this blind date?”
Mo Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, his demeanor regal and detached, even edged with a hint of cruelty.
The woman’s expression froze instantly: “Mr. Mo…can’t you forget your ex-girlfriend? She’s been gone for two years.”
A layer of frost seemed to cloak his handsome features as he replied in a heavy voice, “It has nothing to do with time.”
Tricked into attending a blind date?
Very well!
Let’s see how he deals with these people when he gets back.
The woman’s complexion turned slightly pale as she picked up her glass of lemonade and took a sip: “What if I said I could wait for you?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m already ‘useless.'” Mo Chen’s expression remained calm, his voice deep and indifferent.
The woman looked shocked: “What…what do you mean?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking, ‘incapable of human connection.'” He scoffed, his dark eyes filled with indifference.
The woman was rendered speechless.
Suddenly, a sweet and clear voice broke into the awkward atmosphere: “Miss, you might as well give up. He doesn’t like you. Let me do it.”
This familiar voice…
Had been silent in his world for two years.
The moment Mo Chen looked down, his body stiffened, and the decayed heart in his chest seemed to gradually regain its beat.
Turbulent currents churned in his eyes, his handsome face taut.
When he suddenly looked up, it was as if he had seen a ghost.
Qiao Ruoxin had returned…
That proud figure was like a blazing light rushing into his vision, stinging his eyes.
“Who are you?” the woman asked.
Qiao Ruoxin smiled slightly, her doe-like eyes innocent and clear: “Me? I’m his ex-girlfriend. He’s just humoring you. Can’t you tell? Don’t waste your time on him. You deserve better.”
The woman looked at the stunning face before her, annoyed: “Are you playing a joke on me?” She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left in a huff.
Qiao Ruoxin chuckled lightly, took a seat, and watched the man opposite her.
Their eyes met, electric, the air thickening with an odd tension.
Mo Chen stared intensely at her. Was this an illusion? It must be an illusion…
Qiao Ruoxin was wearing a Hepburn-style little black dress, her wavy hair cascading romantically and gently to her waist. Her makeup was delicate, her cherry lips rosy, with a graceful figure and a pair of slender, straight legs that were hard to look away from.
“Mo Chen, did you miss me that much?” Qiao Ruoxin propped her little face with her hands, her voice soft and delicate.
The restaurant was quiet and elegant, the lighting dim and intimate, their gazes indistinct.
Upon hearing her voice, Mo Chen paused, then let out a disdainful cold laugh, his voice husky to the extreme: “Qiao Ruoxin, you dare to come back to see me.”
His long fingers under the table clenched into a fist, knuckles cracking.
He picked up his phone and opened the WeChat group with his brothers, sending a message: [Need a few people to hold me back, she’s back.]
Qiao Ruoxin blinked: “I missed you too, so I came back.”
Mo Chen laughed lowly, his mirth filled with mockery: “How much did you miss me?”
“A lot, a lot. I thought about you every day.”
His phone almost bent from the force of his grip, and he felt himself on the verge of losing control, pressing his lips tightly together.
Every part of his body ached, the pain spreading to his limbs.
“It was you who dumped me, why would you think of me?” Mo Chen stared at her as if she might evaporate from the Human World the next second.
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes flickered thoughtfully, as if considering: “Hmm…the events from two years ago are too complicated, I can’t explain in a word or two, I’ll tell you later.”
The next second!
With a ‘slam,’ the man’s hands fiercely struck the table, giving off a violent noise. He abruptly stood up, glowering at Qiao Ruoxin across from him, ready to burst.