Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Get Closer, and Closer_1
This sensation was truly delightful, a sense of revival that filled her with vibrancy, like a reward for having passed a test.
Qiao Xiaren slightly lowered the corners of her mouth, recalling the man in black who had appeared in her dream. The man was with Qiao Anchu, seeming very familiar with each other.
In her previous life’s memory, this man didn’t exist.
She closed her eyes, and fragments about that man surfaced in her mind—the black outfit, the steady, slow stride, and the view up to the fair and elegant chin.
From his appearance, he didn’t seem old. Qiao Xiaren intuitively sensed that he was no ordinary person. Moreover, she found him very odd.
Why was he helping Qiao Anchu? Also, Qiao Anchu said, “You’re dead, and I may finally find peace.” What was Qiao Anchu afraid of? Why did he want her dead? She couldn’t recall offending so many people.
Xiaren always felt that either there was something mystical at play, or there was something she didn’t know about the whole situation.
“Your highness, have you figured something out? Is there another shameless slut coming to bother you?” Xiaotian’s innocent voice sounded in her mind, sounding somewhat excited, “Kill them one by one, a couple for a couple!”
Qiao Xiaren just smiled and didn’t speak. She left the bathroom directly, with her mind already reflecting on the anomaly that had emerged that night.
“Xiaren, come eat.” Madam Si set the tableware and beckoned her to sit down. Qiao Xiaren stared at the woman full of nobility who seemed very young, feeling a bit stunned.
The appearance of a luxurious and noble madam setting the table in such a humble apartment was quite incongruous, but it grounded her a lot.
“Why are you still calling me Madam?” Madam Si sat down with a smile, “You may as well call me… Auntie.”
She originally wanted to suggest ‘mom,’ but feared it would directly scare her away.
“Thank you, Auntie.” Qiao Xiaren didn’t fuss about the title. Looking at the sumptuous food in front of her, her appetite was stimulated. The mini soup dumplings were delicate and smooth, full and shiny. The buttercreamed meat slightly fried with a golden hue wrapped in delicious broth looked appetizing.
There were octopus balls, omelette rice, and a few dishes that Qiao Xiaren couldn’t name.
Madam Si was also very satisfied, it seemed that her son wasn’t too obtuse after all.
Hearing her crisp voice and seeing her calm smiling face, a tingling sensation, as if being teased, sprang up in Si Limo’s heart. It was tickling, somewhat numb, and brought a sour-sweet feeling.
Suddenly, a surge of irritability rose from within. She was right before his eyes, yet this feeling didn’t lessen.
He felt it wasn’t enough; he wanted to be even closer, much closer, preferably holding her in his arms.
Lately, his mood had been rollercoasting . Sometimes he felt inexplicably sweet, while often he felt melancholic. Even his parents and sister told him his moods were increasingly volatile.
But as long as he saw Qiao Xiaren, as long as he saw her, everything felt alright.