"Miss Tan Biyang, I think there might be so misunderstandings between us." Zhuang Shuqing looked at her leisurely.
To her surprise, Tan Biyang nodded in agreent, "Yes, but Jinyang has already clarified things to . From now on, there will be no more misunderstandings between us."
"Oh? I’m curious to know what he explained to you."
As she spoke, Zhuang Shuqing walked over and sat down on the sofa, mimicking Lu Jinyang’s posture, with legs crossed and exuding an air of ease.
For so reason, seeing her make herself at ho here, Tan Biyang’s hatred in the depths of her heart was growing wildly, especially when she saw Shuqing’s eyes gleaming with flirtation and her face showing no sign of insecurity whilst speaking, Tan Biyang almost couldn’t hold back her emotions.
However, thinking of how rare this opportunity was, she gritted her teeth and continued: "These things are fine for us to know, it’s too awkward to say them out loud."
"But I think it would be even more awkward not to say them out loud. Miss Tan Biyang, please satisfy my curiosity," she said, pretending to glance unintentionally towards the direction of the kitchen and the bathroom, not noticing Lu Jinyang’s figure.
"That... isn’t really appropriate, is it?"
"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. Since you said that it was Lu Jinyang who clarified things to you, I suppose he would tell as well. Since you and he are so close, why don’t you speak on his behalf?"
Tan Biyang struggled for a mont but couldn’t resist her words "your relationship with him is so good"...
She feigned grievance and sighed, "You know, I was engaged to him, and due to so misunderstandings it didn’t go through, but in the eyes of others, we were already betrothed..."
With a "click," the door to the living room was opened, and Lu Jinyang walked in from outside.
The mont the door opened, Zhuang Shuqing saw Tan Biyang’s face change colors like a palette, displaying a mixture of emotions.
"Miss Tan Biyang, why don’t you continue? What happened next?" She turned to face Lu Jinyang, saying irritably, "It’s all your fault. Miss Tan Biyang said that in the eyes of others, you two were already in a fiancé-fiancée relationship, and I wanted to know what happened next, but you interrupted by coming back."
Lu Jinyang, with a frown, walked in and placed the things in his hand on the table, "I bought you breakfast, eat sothing before we continue."
Zhuang Shuqing, with sharp eyes, saw that the bag contained soy milk and fried dough sticks, and imdiately went over to start eating.
This was her favorite.
Seeing this, Tan Biyang looked at her with contempt, and with a smile full of sarcasm said to Lu Jinyang: "Jinyang, this is your favorite dish and soup. I... I spent a long ti preparing it at ho, and I went to the market before dawn..."
"Wow, Miss Tan Biyang, you’re really thoughtful."
While eating, Zhuang Shuqing spoke, in Tan Biyang’s eyes, she was a poor and uncultured journalist, her intuition from years of grooming suddenly kicking in, "Of course, it’s a very joyful thing to do this for the person you love."
Lu Jinyang, who had been silent since he walked in, darkened even more upon hearing this and coldly said, "Why haven’t you left yet?"
Tan Biyang’s face imdiately turned sour, "Jinyang, I... how could you treat like this?"
"I’ll say it again, leave this place."
His words had been sowhat cold before, but now his voice was nearing frigid, completely heartless, and even Zhuang Shuqing couldn’t help but look over.
Tan Biyang was, after all, a woman and couldn’t save face. She grabbed her bag and walked out, stopping at the door and speaking to Zhuang Shuqing, "Miss Zhuang, aren’t you leaving?"
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