Yu Siqiao said coldly, "I know things aren’t going well between you and your wife, but please make sure she doesn’t affect the relationship between me and my fiancée. You’d better keep her away from my fiancée."
Fei Helin was baffled by this, "Your fiancée, that’s Princess Mo, right?"
That notorious Mo Shu.
Isn’t it said that Yu Siqiao really dislikes Mo Shu?
Yet now, he’d actually gone out of his way to make a call on behalf of Princess Mo?
Fei Helin vaguely felt that the fiancée he mentioned might be someone else.
But Yu Siqiao quickly answered, "Yes."
Fei Helin laughed confidently, "You can rest assured on that. My wife likes to make friends, but she never flatters anyone. Everyone knows Princess Mo is on a high pedestal, she never stoops to socialize with others. There shouldn’t be any interactions between her and my wife." This content belongs to novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Yu Siqiao sneered, "Are you sure you don’t have any misconceptions about her? She’s very amiable, good-tempered, and kind now. Your wife even chatted with her all afternoon. As for your woman, who doesn’t know there’s a tigress in your house always causing trouble? You’d better keep your woman in line, don’t let your family’s bad behavior rub off on my woman."
Good-tempered, good-natured, and kind?
Is Yu Siqiao talking about Princess Mo?
How could it be so different from what he heard?
Yu Siqiao hung up quickly, leaving Fei Helin completely dumbfounded.
After leaving Platinum Manor, Fei Helin had not contacted Xiao Yuan.
Xiao Yuan did as she said too, once he left, she never contacted him again.
Fei Helin hesitated for a moment but still picked up his phone and dialed that sequence of numbers.
Everyone says that Mo Shu is arrogant, thinks too highly of herself, and is unbearably haughty, but having talked with her, Xiao Yuan found her quite agreeable.
Xiao Yuan herself was very talkative, plus Mo Shu would occasionally offer complimentary remarks. They went from discussing clothes and accessories to fashion insights and then to family life, chatting until five or six in the evening, both seeming reluctant to part, as if they recognized kindred spirits in each other.
The two simply decided to have dinner together and continued their chat at the restaurant.
Mo Shu didn’t want to eat that day and only ordered soup. Xiao Yuan, seeing this, said, "Is that all you’re eating? Don’t do that, eat a bit more. I ate here last night as well, let me recommend a few dishes to you."
So, they started talking about food again.
In the middle of their conversation, Xiao Yuan’s phone rang.
She glanced at it and then muted the phone.
But after a few more words, the phone rang again.
Mo Shu curled her lips slightly and took a sip of water, "You should answer your phone first."
"There’s no need to answer it," Xiao Yuan turned her phone off completely, "It’s probably just another order for me to go back or to do something else. I’m used to it now."
Mo Shu didn’t miss the fleeting look of dejection in Xiao Yuan’s eyes and said, unperturbed, "There are no overnight grudges between husband and wife, arguing over a third party isn’t worth it."
Xiao Yuan was a bit surprised, looking at her in astonishment.
Mo Shu said, "I overheard you arguing with him yesterday. It sounded like there’s a childhood sweetheart involved."
Xiao Yuan gave a bitter smile, "Yeah, he has a childhood sweetheart, an international ballet dancer. She had a car accident and broke her leg. Now she’s laying in a hospital bed, clinging to him. And that stupid asshole, Fei Helin, actually goes to keep her company every day."
Mo Shu asked, "Is that woman, close to your husband?"
"Of course, they’re close," Xiao Yuan said sarcastically, "They used to bathe together as kids."