"Don’t you bully Qixi!" a clear child’s voice suddenly rang out!
Then, Ning Yichen felt sothing hit his thigh.
Looking over in surprise, he saw a little boy about three or four years old standing there, his little face red with anger.
Taking advantage of his stunned state, Lu Qixi broke free from his grip and walked over to hold Xiaobao in her arms.
"It’s okay, Xiaobao, don’t worry," she soothed softly.
"Qixi, who is he, should we call the police?" the little one asked, frowning worriedly.
"You even know to call the police," Lu Qixi said with a smile, patting his head.
Ning Yichen looked at her smiling face and asked in a low voice, "Lu Qixi, what’s going on here? Who is this child?"
"He’s a little fan of mine; he lives nearby," Lu Qixi explained with a smile. "I invited him over, so I couldn’t attend the dinner tonight."
Ning Yichen’s gaze lingered on the little boy.
The child had delicate and beautiful features, which sohow looked familiar to him.
He frowned, shifted his gaze from the child, and said to Lu Qixi, "If you don’t want to attend today’s dinner, forget it. I’ll ask Brother Chen to arrange these things for you as little as possible in the future."
"Have I not said you shouldn’t ddle in my affairs..."
"Shut up," Ning Yichen interrupted her coldly. "Unless you can give a convincing reason, I will still manage your affairs thoroughly!"
"You..." Lu Qixi did not expect him to be so unreasonable at tis, glaring at him with wide eyes.
Seeing this, Ning Yichen even smiled a bit.
Her look really reminded him of the Lu Qixi he knew.
"Don’t be stubborn. Rember, your identity as Lu Qixi isn’t just your own business anymore," he said coolly, glancing inadvertently at the little boy in her arms before turning to leave.
Lu Qixi glared hatefully at his retreating figure, slamming the door shut after he had left.
"Qixi, are you okay?" Xiaobao asked, hugging her neck softly.
"Of course, I’m fine. Let’s go, we’ll continue our al," Lu Qixi smiled and carried Xiaobao back to the couch.
She couldn’t rember how many tis she had clashed with Ning Yichen; it seed like she had to argue with him over every trivial matter lately, with each conversation colder than the last. This ti, she almost told him outright she wanted to cut ties, but the man still didn’t take it to heart, as if she were just a child who didn’t know any better.
As his position climbed higher, he beca more and more domineering. This dominance was subtle yet always left her feeling utterly powerless.
Ning Yichen questioned what she truly wanted.
In truth, she didn’t know either, but she was clear that she wanted more than just a friendship.
Lu Qixi pursed her lips.
...
After eating, Lu Qixi sat on the couch with Xiaobao watching TV, when the doorbell rang again soon after.
When she went to open it, standing outside was a handso young man. Catching sight of the man’s gray-blue eyes, she paused.
"Hello, I’m here to pick up Xiaobao," Pei Yuanchen said languidly. "I’m his uncle."
Hearing his voice, Xiaobao cheered and threw himself into the man’s arms: "Uncle!"
Pei Yuanchen lifted him up, looked at Lu Qixi, and said with a raised eyebrow, "Thank you, Miss Lu. I’ll take him now."
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