Xi Mohan flicked the ash from the cigarette in his hand and couldn’t help furrowing his brows upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words. His voice was deep and magnetic, accompanied by a distinct coldness. He glanced sideways at the man beside him, "How did you know?"
Inherently dominant, he would stop at nothing to get what he set his mind on, like Ning Wan. Even though he knew Ning Wan constantly wished not to be with him, he still threatened her like a villain to make her stay.
Most importantly, Xi Mohan did not know how to handle matters of the heart in the best way, but rather acted according to his own feelings, inadvertently offending those who shouldn’t be offended and those who should be.
Like Ning Wan, like Ning Wan’s brother... But no one could really stop him, his methods were too strong, so strong that in An City, aside from Lu Jingchen, hardly anyone could match him.
Or it could be said that at most, Lu Jingchen could only tie with Xi Mohan.
Lu Jingchen picked up a cup from the coffee table and poured himself some wine. After taking a sip, he started to mock slowly, "I heard you looked quite frustrated before getting off the plane, but now you seem all bright and satisfied, like you’ve had your fill. Don’t tell me instead of coming to us directly, you went to Ning Wan?"
All of them grew up together, how could they not understand the little schemings of a brother?
Xi Mohan, though unpredictable and seemingly enigmatic like an abyss, could still be perceived clearly with a bit of careful observation.
Apart from being cold to the bone normally, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, he showed extra emotions only when it came to Ning Wan.
Xi Mohan took a drag from his cigarette, puffing smoke rings, his gaze ambiguous as he looked at Lu Jingchen and sneered, "You should really consider switching your career to fortune telling, what a waste of talent otherwise!"
Having not seen him for several years, Lu Jingchen seemed to have changed a lot. Or could it be that marriage really changes a person?
Lu Jingchen slightly raised his eyebrows, looking through the grayish smoke at him ambiguously, half-smiling, "Liking and disliking, it’s just a difference of one word. You’ve been with Yan’er for so many years and never touched her. Torturing Ning Wan instead, could it be that you can’t get it up for Yan’er, but can only for that girl Ning Wan?" For original chapters go to ɴovelfire.net
Although at that time one was in England and the other in France, so far apart, he would somehow always know about the affairs between Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er without specifically inquiring, surrounded by people who seem eager to intervene.
Xi Mohan did not respond to this question, completely evading the topic.
After a while, he finally extinguished the cigarette in his hand, looked at Lu Jingchen, and asked, "I heard your bride is the daughter of the Song Family, Song Qiao? When did you hook up with the young Miss Song?"
"What do you mean by ’hook up’?"
"You just returned to the country and not even two months have passed, yet suddenly news of your marriage came out, and moreover, I heard you didn’t even know Song Qiao before, so how come you suddenly married her?"
"Marriage is just marriage, what other reason is there?" Lu Jingchen reached for his cup and sipped his wine, his face adorned with a bland smile, ever dignified and graceful, "I just happened to need a Mrs. Lu, and she just happened to be suitable, so we got married!"
She just happened to want to marry, he just happened to need Mrs. Lu, so they ended up together.
Probably the reason revolves around the fact that maybe it’s not love for either of them.
Xi Mohan watched him, his expression murky and unclear, his voice cold yet filled with a hint of certainty, "Are you marrying her as revenge against Yuqing?"
Lu Jingchen’s eyes turned cold, his grip on the wine glass tightened, but he said nothing.
Xi Mohan snorted, "Yuqing was previously rumored to be engaged to someone else, but in the end, the engagement never happened, right? Probably even the news was fake, and you, on the other hand, quietly came back to the country and married someone else. No wonder you two have been apart for so many years, seemingly non-interfering with each other, but Jingchen, can you honestly say you’ve really let go of Yuqing?"
His gaze fell on the man’s hand that gripped the cup even tighter, Xi Mohan rubbed his temples, then continued, "Four years ago, you chased her all the way to the United States, although we don’t know what exactly happened between you two, at that time you were a couple. Now, if you need to use marriage to get revenge, I think it’s making a mountain out of a molehill. Plus, now she has come back, what do you plan to do?"