The images on the television beca increasingly embarrassing, even though Ai Jiang was the one playing it out, she found it sowhat unbearable to watch.
Seeing her turn away, Jiang Ping chuckled, "Ai sister, why aren’t you watching? Look, it’s very entertaining..."
As Jiang Ping spoke, he wrapped an arm around Ai Jiang’s shoulder, took a seat on the couch, then placed a hand on her head, forcing her to face the TV.
Ai Jiang closed her eyes, while Jiang Ping watched the TV with an appreciative gaze, intermittently muttering praises.
After a while, Jiang Ping broke the silence, "What, don’t you find it entertaining?"
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August 12th, Sunday, sunny.
Perhaps because it was the anniversary of her marriage registration with Han Jingnian, Xia Wan’an woke up feeling quite downcast.
At four in the afternoon, Xia Wan’an left to et Qin Shujian.
Qin Shujian was a celebrity, a popular actress. Perhaps for the sake of privacy, she had chosen the 101 Clubhouse as their eting place.
By the ti Xia Wan’an arrived, Qin Shujian was already there. She was delighted to see Xia Wan’an and promptly ordered dishes as soon as Xia sat down.
Being regular text buddies, their face-to-face encounter was far from awkward. Qin Shujian filled Xia Wan’an in on a lot of insider gossip of the entertainnt industry, making the entire eting very congenial.
Qin Shujian was genuinely adorable, making Xia Wan’an laugh nurous tis, lifts her spirits after a depressing day.
Concerned about looking good on cara, Qin Shujian ate very little and put down her chopsticks early.
While Xia Wan’an was sipping soup, Qin Shujian glanced enviously at her and out the window to the clubhouse lobby. She nudged Xia Wan’an’s arm and pointed out a jewelry-laden, obese woman walking by, "Sis Xia, look quickly, doesn’t that woman resemble Han Jingnian’s wife..."
Xia Wan’an choked on her soup after one glance.
"Sis Xia, slowly sip; I’m not competing..." As Qin Shujian handed Xia Wan’an tissues, she also gently patted her on the back.
Xia Wan’an was red in the face from coughing. Once she had recovered, she imdiately told Qin Shujian seriously: "Han Jingnian’s wife is far away, yet within reach."
Thinking Xia Wan’an was making a joke, Qin Shujian laughed heartily, pointing at a small piece of bok choy on the plate, "Are you referring to this?"
Xia Wan’an was tempted to sar the bok choy onto Qin Shujian’s face. Gritting her teeth, she was about to speak when her peripheral vision caught sight of a familiar figure through the window...
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