Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Man who Says One Thing but Means Another_1
Qiao Xiaren froze, an uncommon sight. Unlike the cold, stiff military uniform he had worn when they first met, he was now draped in a deep gray trench coat, tailor-made, accentuating his figure, exuding a sense of modesty and nobility. A faint aroma lingered around his nostrils, entwining with a bewitching aura.
The handsome face before her eyes was unparalleled in its glory, its slight gleam perfectly concealing the underlying chill and ruthlessness.
“What are you doing here?”
“Why wouldn’t I be here? Comparatively speaking, it’s more curious as to why you’re here.”
The deep voice retorted in her ear, only then did Qiao Xiaren realize this man was closer to her than expected. Without a peep, she shuffled a little further way.
“I’m waiting for the bus.”
“After you get on the bus, do you always look for something to hold on to?” Si Limo asked, his expression unchanged. His eyes drop to look at her hand.
Only then did Qiao Xiaren notice that her hand was still resting on his. Beneath her palm was the warm, jade-like sensation of the man’s hand. She seemed able to feel the tenderness and strength of his fingers.
His hand, coincidentally, was placed on the real leather seat.
As if electrocuted, Qiao Xiaren swiftly pulled her hand away, staring fixedly at the scenery ahead.
“It’s fine.” He looked at her calmly, barely smiled, his eyes shining faintly like a thin mist. The warmth vanished from his hand, as though he wasn’t quite used to the absence.
Qiao Xiaren gave a forced laugh: “I was just being polite, don’t take it personally.”
Si Zhilan, who had been carefully listening to their conversation, suddenly broke into laughter. But at seeing Si Limo’s stern face in the rearview mirror, she choked back her laughter, “Don’t mind me. Just carry on, I’m not laughing at you.”
“Ignore her.” Si Limo withdrew his gaze and began to openly survey the person in front of him.
As if recalled something, he placed the instant hot milk tea he was holding in her hand. He looked at her confused gaze, the tips of his ears seemed to redden slightly, but his face remained serious, revealing no hint of any abnormality.
“Zhilan bought this on the way here. It’s too sweet for my taste, I don’t like it.”
Who’s the man who asked to stop the car on the road to buy milk tea? Oh dear brother of mine, you’re right, girls need to be coaxed, but you’ve got to speak up! Si Zhilan groaned inwardly.
It seems, her brother’s life-long happiness still depends on her.
Qiao Xiaren felt the warmth in her hands. The man turned his face to the side, casting a dark shadow with his long eyelashes.
They soon arrived at the entrance of the Si Family residence. Si Zhilan got out of the car and diligently held the car door open for Qiao Xiaren.
“Young Master, Miss, you’re back.” The refined butler was standing at the entrance with a kind smile on his face.
“Where are our parents?” Si Zhilan, pandering Qiao Xiaren forward, introduced, “Butler, this is Xiaren, her surname is Qiao.”
“Nice to meet you, Miss Qiao.”
“The Madam and her husband have just returned from a meeting and are currently in the study.”
The butler was somewhat curious about Qiao Xiaren, especially since she was brought back by Si Limo.
The Si family’s house was expansive and its layout was slightly different from most; spacious, weighty but still elegant and tastefully decorated. Verdant trees surrounded the iron gates, with brilliant red-thorny rosaries ensnaring the front.
Si Zhilan sprinted all the way, while Si Limo, his hands in his trench coat pockets, followed leisurely behind.
The Madam of the Si family had heard her daughter’s voice from afar. She pushed open the door to the study and walked onto the balcony. Under the lush potted plants, she saw that familiar, beaming face.