Song Qiao was taken aback, silently lowering her head without speaking. A faint smile hung on her face throughout, giving the impression that her mood was rather good, but who would have thought that at this very moment, her heart was desolate!
Were she and Lu Jingchen... well matched?
In fact, not at all. Their personalities were too different, and sometimes his status felt so out of reach for her that she never even considered she would end up with such a man from the beginning!
Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing, they should be the most suitable pair, right?
"Still haven’t decided?"
Song Qiao was lost in thought when suddenly, a deep and pleasant male voice arose from behind her, betraying no hint of any unusual emotion!
Song Qiao turned around abruptly, only to see Lu Jingchen, who she didn’t know had been standing behind her, with his handsome and frosty face, wearing a barely noticeable smile. She was momentarily dazed and took a while to regain her senses. She brushed her long hair with her hand, the smile still on her face as she spoke with a soft voice, "I’m still undecided, why don’t you help me choose? After all, we’re selecting for our own home!"
Song Qiao, looking at the man in front of her who showed little interest, sighed inwardly. She guessed he would probably decline again. Obviously, he didn’t like shopping much, just like most men!
Even the little guy, Mu Shinian, has disliked shopping since he was a kid. Every time she asked him to come along, it was like sending him to the guillotine!
Song Qiao truly couldn’t understand, why was walking around in a mall so horrifying to some men?
However, contrary to Song Qiao’s expectations, where she thought the man would continue sitting aside and waiting for her, the handsome man put on a cool and indifferent smile, wrapped his arm around her waist, and from deep in his throat, a word arose, "Okay!"
Although Lu Jingchen accompanied Song Qiao in picking out furniture for the whole time, in reality, it was Song Qiao who made the choices. Whenever she asked Lu Jingchen’s opinion, she would only receive two responses, ’okay’ or ’not bad’!
After Lu Jingchen went to pay, Song Qiao walked over and sat down in the lounge area. She didn’t know if it was because she had been standing for too long, or because of last night’s tumultuous events, but her legs were starting to feel a bit sore and even tremble slightly!
Just as she sat down and looked up, she caught a glimpse in the corner of her eye of an unexpected figure slowly approaching her, causing Song Qiao to be momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react!
The tall and dignified man with an indifferent temperament, dressed in a neatly pressed suit, walked straight towards her! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novęlfire.net
Song Qiao adjusted the expression on her face but didn’t stand up. Instead, she spoke in a neither cold nor warm tone, "Xi, what a coincidence!"
"Not a coincidence. I came here specifically looking for you!" Xi Mohan’s gaze was steady as he looked at Song Qiao, his face revealing no emotion, one hand at his side, the other in his pocket, his whole presence cold and unapproachable!
Song Qiao flinched, looking at the man in front of her and recalling Ning Wan’s past experiences, she felt like scoffing in anger, but was also unsure whether to laugh or not. She spoke calmly, "Xi, it seems our paths rarely cross, what brings you to look for me?"
The man lowered his gaze to her, exuding an intangible pressure that cascaded towards Song Qiao seated on the sofa. His thin lips slightly parted, his eyes dark and unreadable, without a trace of emotion he uttered, "Song Qiao, where is Ning Wan?"
Clearly, this man was seeking her out for information on Ning Wan’s whereabouts, yet his words contained not a hint of a question, rather, they were uttered in a tone that was command-like!
Song Qiao, seeing his expressionless face brimming with cold intent, felt a surge of invisible anger, but her response was a coldly delivered four words, "I don’t know!"
However, she then felt something was amiss.
In response to Song Qiao, the voice came with a touch of coldness, clearly struggling to contain his emotions, the tone becoming more emphatic, "Song Qiao, I’m asking you one last time, where is Ning Wan?"
Song Qiao wasn’t afraid. She looked straight at him, her face cloaked with a cold smile, still those four words, "I don’t know!"
"Song Qiao!" Despite maintaining his cool demeanor, Xi Mohan’s eyes were unreadable as he stood in front of Song Qiao. His lips slightly parted, his voice low and clear, "I went to look for her yesterday afternoon! I couldn’t find her this morning when I visited. Do you understand what I mean?"