All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the drawing room plummeted sharply. The man standing there had his complexion turn gloomy in an instant, no one knew which of Song Qiao’s words had hit him where it hurt.
Song Qiao watched as the man’s face turned icy cold in a flash, his hand beside his body involuntarily clenched into a fist, and she could even hear the sound of his finger joints. Coldness emanated from his entire being, bone-chillingly frigid.
The door to the drawing room was opened again, Song Qiao turned her head to look, only to pause in surprise, then scoffed and said to Xi Mohan, "Xi Mohan, isn’t Ning Wan’s disappearance exactly to your pleasure? Now you’re dispatching so many people to search for Ning Wan, don’t you find it a bit unfair to your fiancée?"
"Song Qiao, this seems to have nothing to do with you." The originally silent man suddenly raised his eyes to her with a cold gaze, his voice carried a hint of warning, "You’re now Jingchen’s wife, just mind your own business. You’d best not stick your hands too far into matters that don’t concern you, don’t play those little tricks, otherwise, not even Jingchen will be able to protect you."
Song Qiao met the man’s icy gaze, felt a chill down her spine, and couldn’t help but take a step back, "Are you threatening me?"
The man stood tall and straight, his lofty figure seemingly emanating an imposing aura, he opened his thin lips slightly, "It’s not a threat, but advice. Of course, you can take it as a threat if you will."
Song Qiao smiled coldly, "Then thank you indeed for your advice." Then, she no longer looked at the man before her but turned to the woman standing still at the door, clearly noting her pale little face, and said with a laugh, "Eldest Lady Ning, see for yourself; this is your fiancé."
Xi Mohan paused, turned around to look towards the entrance, and immediately saw Ning Yan’er standing there, staring with disbelieving eyes at him. Her delicate little face was terrifyingly pale at that moment, his eyes narrowed slightly but he quickly regained his composure and called out her name somewhat gently, "Yan’er..."
Ning Yan’er’s hand rested on the wall, the other tightly clutched her handbag, her lips moved, and after a long while, she finally uttered a sentence, "Mo Han, have you been searching for her ever since Ning Wan disappeared?"
She had suspected it all along, only she never dared to believe that Xi Mohan would go looking for that woman, Ning Wan.
When Ning Wan disappeared, she’d always thought this was as it should be. As long as she was gone, Xi Mohan would truly belong to her.
Even though all the past signs suggested that Xi Mohan had no regard for, even despised Ning Wan, there was something that gave her the impression Xi Mohan was different towards Ning Wan.
After Ning Wan disappeared, Xi Mohan seemed like a changed man. Only then did she realize some things seemed beyond her control. Someone told her Xi Mohan loved Ning Wan; she didn’t believe it at first but kept a cautious eye out.
Song Qiao stood there, in a pair of heels that were neither too high nor too low, like an outsider watching the two people in front of her.
"Hmm." Against expectations, Xi Mohan simply hummed lightly in affirmation.
Hearing his response, Ning Yan’er initially was certain he would not stoop to deceive her, but hearing his admission still shocked her emotions momentarily, almost causing her to lose balance and fall.
Song Qiao’s gaze turned toward Ning Yan’er, she couldn’t help frowning, but didn’t speak. Instead, her eyes suddenly shifted to behind Ning Yan’er, immediately spotting a familiar and tall figure. However, when her eyes landed on the woman beside him, a chill spread from the soles of her feet throughout her body.
"Why? Mo Han, have you really fallen for Ning Wan?" Ning Yan’er’s face grew paler, her hand by her side gripped tighter, her fingernails digging directly into the flesh of her palm as if she were interrogating him.
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but it resonated greatly in the spacious drawing room, even reaching the ears of a man and a woman not far away.
Lu Jingchen, upon hearing Ning Yan’er’s voice, instinctively stopped in his tracks and looked over, immediately spotting Ning Yan’er standing by the drawing room door, and inside the drawing room...
His complexion darkened, but after a few seconds’ pause, he strode towards the drawing room.
Zuo Yuqing, who had been talking, saw Lu Jingchen turn and stroll in another direction, followed his gaze, and saw directly Song Qiao standing facing the door of the drawing room. She halted her steps and stood still, her hand clenched into a fist, fingernails also digging into her flesh.
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Seeing Lu Jingchen coming this way, Song Qiao’s expression changed. Hesitating only briefly, she soon walked quickly towards the door without paying any more attention to Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er standing there.
Their affairs were none of her concern. She didn’t want to meddle and couldn’t meddle anyway, if not for Ning Wan.