Xia Wan’an: "..."
After a mont of disbelief, Xia Wan’an deftly pinpointed the crux of the matter: "Wait, you know the acquaintance I was going to introduce to you?"
The Qin Shujian on the other end of the phone, on hearing this, was instantly outraged: "Who wants to know him!"
Xia Wan’an: "...Miss, in these situations, if you do not want others to know that you know him, you can say you do not know him. But by saying ’who wants to know him’, you’re basically telling you know him, do you understand?"
"Little sister, did you pick up on this? You’re so smart!"
Xia Wan’an: "..." Any sane person would pick up on this, okay?!
"Little sister, whether I know him or not isn’t the key point. The key point is that you shouldn’t get too close to that man. He’s a bad person!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Wan’an beca interested: "Oh? Tell more, just how bad is he?"
"If we were in a martial arts drama, he would be the big villain that everyone dreams of killing. In an Xianxia fantasy show, he would be the demon gifted with destructive powers, sealed by people. In a historical drama, he would be the corrupt official who bleeds people of their wealth and commits all kinds of evil acts. In short, he’s a shaless scoundrel who is full of malice and doesn’t blink an eye when killing!"
Listening to Qin Shujian’s description, Xia Wan’an was utterly dumbfounded: "..." Is the person she’s talking about really her big brother that she knows?
"Little sister, though becoming Han Jingnian’s mistress is unethical, considering the man you’re getting involved with now, I would rather you be a bit more unethical..."
"Qin Shujian!" Being mistaken by Qin Shujian as a mistress again and again, Xia Wan’an couldn’t take it any longer and interrupted her: "Why do you absolutely refuse to believe that I’m Han Jingnian’s wife?"
"Because you’re too pretty!" Qin Shujian, oblivious to Xia Wan’an’s annoyance, readily assuaged her doubts: "If I were Han Jingnian and had a wife as beautiful as you, I would show you off everywhere. But has Han Jingnian ever? He never has, what does this tell you? It ans his wife must be so ugly he doesn’t want anyone to see her..."
Just as Qin Shujian was about to finish her sentence, she glimpsed Cheng An through the windshield of her sports car, with his hands propped on the hood, slightly bent over and looking at her.
Qin Shujian was so scared that she shivered all over, ignoring Xia Wan’an on the other end of the phone, she imdiately hung up and scurried down beneath her car seat like an ostrich.
Can’t she even hide?
...
Staring at the phone that was inexplicably hung up by Qin Shujian, Xia Wan’an pouted, and then tried calling Xia Chen’an. With no answer, she then sent a WeChat ssage, telling him that she was leaving.
At the front desk, Xia Wan’an received the gift Qin Shujian brought for her, which was a trending bag that was hard to buy this year.
It’s not surprising that Qin Shujian, being the brand ambassador, could casually gift such a sought-after bag, which many people would kill to get their hands on.
Walking out of the 101 Clubhouse, it was almost nine o’clock in the evening.
Xia Wan’an looked up at the starless night sky, thinking to herself that in another three hours, today would be over... this year, she would again be observing her anniversary alone.
After spacing out for a bit, as she was about to call a cab ho, she noticed two ssages that she had received two minutes ago.
"Today’s your wedding anniversary with Han Jingnian, isn’t it? It’s a sha, he seems to have forgotten."
"Oh, yes, Xia Wan’an, or should I call you Mrs. Han, I’m Chi Mu, I’m back."
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