Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Two-Year Breakup Anniversary Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Two-Year Breakup Anniversary Early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes, and it was already six o’clock in the morning.
Stretching across the bed, she picked up her phone and glanced at it; the video call had ended at one o’clock in the morning.
So did Mo Chen watch her sleep for an hour?
She got up to wash up, then changed her clothes, did her makeup and hair, and began another full day of recording programs.
When Qiao Ruoxin walked out of the makeup room, she bumped into Wen Wan.
Seeing a love rival was always particularly irritating.
“Qiao Ruoxin, if you had any conscience, you would stop tormenting Mo Chen.”
She smiled faintly, “Are you concerned? Too bad he doesn’t need your pity.”
Wen Wan glared at her angrily, “How can you be so despicable and shameless at such a young age!”
“What are you saying? I think I’m quite cute,” she blinked innocently.
Unable to help herself, Wen Wan rolled her eyes and walked past her.
She snorted disdainfully and turned to leave.
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The program recording lasted until seven in the evening, and they finally finished the first two episodes.
Qiao Ruoxin, with a tired expression, was ready to go back and rest when her phone rang.
She answered wearily, “Hello…”
“Little sister Qiao, hurry to No. 7 Mansion,” Bai Junyan’s voice came through.
She sat up straight, a bit puzzled, “What for?”
“Today is the two-year anniversary of your breakup with Mo Chen, let’s celebrate, hurry over.”
Beep… Beep…
A two-year breakup anniversary… and it’s celebrated???
Staring at the phone screen that showed the call had ended, she was utterly baffled.
But she still told her bodyguard, “Go to No. 7 Mansion.”
Half an hour later, Qiao Ruoxin arrived at No. 7 Mansion.
This was a private club where only the rich and elite could enter; it operated on a membership system with top-notch security measures.
After entering the private room, she found that everyone was there, except for Mo Chen.
Did these rich kids have nothing better to do?
Lan Ke was embraced by Bai Junyan, sitting on a single sofa.
“Little sister Qiao, sit over here,” Ji Haochuan spoke up.
After two years, seeing Mo Chen’s circle of fair-weather friends again felt strangely intimate.
Qiao Ruoxin took a seat in the center and glanced at Lan Ke, “Did you guys also celebrate his one year breakup anniversary?”
“That night, Master Mo drank until he had a bleeding stomach,” Lan Ke said seriously.
Her heart tightened, and her thick eyelashes trembled uneasily.
At that moment, Mo Chen finally made an appearance.
The server pulled aside the door of the private room; Mo Chen had changed into a black suit, his hands in his trouser pockets, entering the room with an indifferent expression.
He sat down next to Qiao Ruoxin, emotionless.
Bai Junyan suddenly spoke up, “Congratulations to both of you on your two-year breakup anniversary, that’s not easy! I’ll dedicate a song, ‘Decency,’ to you both.”
Lan Ke, “Then I can only sing ‘Happy Breakup.”
Ji Haochuan, “We need the classic ‘Breakup Always Happens on a Rainy Day.'”
Gu Mocheng, “Queue up ‘What Kind of Man Is This’ for me.”
Lu Siheng, “…”
Qiao Ruoxin, “…”
These people were clearly here to wreck the place!
Mo Chen’s handsome face was taut, his complexion dark, and he cursed, “Fuck…”
He glanced at Qiao Ruoxin next to him and commanded, “Let’s go, home.”
Then, Mo Chen got up, ready to leave.
Ji Haochuan hurriedly stopped him, “Hey hey hey, it’s not easy for us to get together, can’t we just not sing?”
Just then, the private room door was pushed open again, and Wen Wan walked in.
“Why does it seem like you’re about to leave as soon as I arrive?”