"Isn’t this Ruirui’s phone number?" Huo Sinan realized this only after he heard Song Muyu’s voice.
That girl had given him Song Muyu’s contact information instead of her own.
This was the first ti he had encountered such a situation.
Huo Sinan tugged at his tie, holding the phone with his brows furrowed into a knot, feeling the irony was just too much.
When had Huo Sinan ever been this disliked?
"Yes, this is my phone," Song Muyu said.
"Why did Ruirui give your phone number?" Huo Sinan couldn’t help but retort.
"What’s with your tone?" Song Muyu, feeling slighted, responded with irritation, "You should feel honored to even get my contact information."
Finding her naturally ant finding Qiao Rui.
But these words, Song Muyu kept to herself and did not tell Huo Sinan.
Because the man’s tone was a bit annoying.
She just didn’t want things to go his way.
Huo Sinan hung up the phone directly.
The phone was disconnected, and Song Muyu’s brows furrowed tightly; she sneered, "Hmph! Have the guts not to call again."
Mr. Pei’s villa.
When Pei Liyan returned ho, he startled Uncle Feng and Mrs. Feng; they had not expected the master to return today.
Since the renovations, the master hadn’t been back here, and they had not dared to ask him.
Today, with his return, Uncle Feng and Mrs. Feng ca forward to report the situation with utmost respect.
"Sir, the rooms are all ready and have been thoroughly cleaned; you can move in directly," they said.
Pei Liyan responded flatly, "Alright, thank you for the hard work."
"It’s our duty, sir."
Pei Liyan looked around the hallway and then glanced towards the second floor, frowning as he asked, "Where’s Qiao Rui?"
"The young mistress went out and hasn’t returned yet."
"How long has she been out?" Pei Liyan asked further.
"Oh, she’s been out since the morning," replied Mrs. Feng honestly.
Pei Liyan checked his watch; it had been at least five hours by now. He frowned and said in a heavy tone, "Did she say where she was going?"
"No," Mrs. Feng said. "The young mistress just ntioned she was going out to stroll around."
Pei Liyan’s expression darkened, "Call her and tell her I need to see her."
"Yes!" Mrs. Feng hurried to call Qiao Rui.
But the phone was turned off.
Mrs. Feng thought this was not a good sign; if the master knew the young mistress was not reachable, he would surely get angry. What to do?
Seeing the master’s expression earlier, he had already been very impatient.
Hesitating, she finally did not dare to hide the truth from Pei Liyan.
"Sir, the young mistress’s phone is off."
Hearing this, Pei Liyan let out a cold laugh and turned to go upstairs.
Qiao Rui returned to the Pei Family ho at nine o’clock in the evening.
As soon as she entered, she saw Mrs. Feng waiting at the entrance, who imdiately ca up to her, "Young mistress, you’ve finally returned. The master has been waiting for you for five hours."
"Waiting for ?" Qiao Rui looked puzzled at Mrs. Feng. "Didn’t he just finish renovations and isn’t coming back to live here? Why did he co back today?"
Mrs. Feng spoke softly, "Young mistress, this is the master’s house; he can co back whenever he wants to."
That was true indeed.
Qiao Rui nodded her head. "Then what does he want with ?"
"He didn’t say, but he seed unhappy," Mrs. Feng still whispered. "I tried calling you earlier but your phone was off, and you were out for so long without saying where you were going, so the master might be a bit worried about you."
"Worried about ?" Qiao Rui found that amusing.
Pei Liyan wouldn’t be worried about her, of course. It was just Mrs. Feng’s choice of words.
She just pulled at her lip and said, "Okay, I got it. I’m going upstairs now."
Getting ho, Qiao Rui went straight to her room; she didn’t look for Pei Liyan.
It wasn’t until 9:30 p.m. that Pei Liyan ca downstairs and asked Mrs. Feng, then found out that Qiao Rui had been ho for half an hour.
But this damn girl, knowing that he was looking for her and still avoiding him, was obviously doing it on purpose.
He turned and went upstairs; reaching Qiao Rui’s door, he lifted his foot and kicked the door several tis.
Qiao Rui was lying on her bed.
On hearing the knocking, her brows furrowed.
Without thinking, she knew who would kick a door with their foot.
She also impatiently walked to the door and opened it, imdiately facing the man’s cold yet handso face.
Qiao Rui with an indifferent look, asked back, "What’s the matter?"
"Didn’t Mrs. Feng tell you?" Pei Liyan asked coldly.
"Mrs. Feng said you had sothing for , but I don’t know what it is, so I’m asking you," Qiao Rui said.
Pei Liyan frowned slightly.
His thin lips parted, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Shouldn’t you have co to imdiately after returning to ask what I wanted?"
"I’m not in a hurry," Qiao Rui said. "I don’t think you’re in a hurry either. If it were an ergency, you would’ve talked business by now instead of wasting ti here."
Seeing her attitude, Pei Liyan was stunned for a mont, then spoke with knitted brows, "When I have sothing for you, you should co knocking on the door to find out what it is; that’s basic manners."
"Oh, then I was wrong," Qiao Rui apologized. "Next ti I’ll do as you say."
Pei Liyan saw her speak indifferently, with a sowhat sharp tone. Though she was apologizing, there was still a hint of emotion in her voice.
"Unhappy?" Pei Liyan raised an eyebrow.
He actually asked that.
Qiao Rui looked up at him, finding she also couldn’t discern any emotions on this man’s face.
But him asking her was indeed strange.
She replied coolly, "There’s no question of being happy or not, Mr. Pei. If there is sothing, please speak directly; if not, I’m shutting the door to rest."
Right after she spoke, the atmosphere in the hall darkened significantly.
Pei Liyan looked at her deeply and said, "Your grandpa called ."
Qiao Rui was taken aback.
She hadn’t expected the old man to call Pei Liyan.
"Oh," she simply nodded.
"Don’t you have anything to ask?"
"No," Qiao Rui had always felt that it was better to stay out of trouble, especially not to get involved with the Qiao Family’s and Pei Family’s affairs.
Pei Liyan felt that Qiao Rui had the talent to infuriate him.
He looked at her sharply for a while before speaking, "Your grandpa asked to fund the Qiao Family with five billion."
Qiao Rui was startled for a mont then said, "He’s a bit greedy; I’m certainly not worth five billion."
Pei Liyan had a serious expression, but at her words, he couldn’t help but have the corners of his mouth twitch. He imdiately tightened up, looking past Qiao Rui into her room.
"Do you think I should fund the Qiao Family?"
"No!" Qiao Rui said.
"Oh?" Pei Liyan raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Relatives who deal with money stop becoming relatives once money is involved," Qiao Rui said calmly. "That’s what the ancients used to say."
"Doesn’t that contradict the original intention of our marriage alliance?" Pei Liyan counters.
Qiao Rui shrugged, "The purpose of the marriage alliance was the intent of our grandfathers, which has nothing to do with either of us, right?"
"You think you can just wash your hands off it?"
"If you don’t give the money, then you can wash your hands off it," Qiao Rui said.
Pei Liyan replied with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Fine, then I’ll tell Grandpa Qiao that it’s you who said it, and that you forbid from funding the Qiao Family."
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