He bit out the words "the expert from abroad" with particular clarity, and Jiang Nuan’s eyelids kept twitching as she watched him warily, her hands on either side clenching into tight fists.
She was absolutely terrified of him. After all these years by his side, she didn’t dare claim to understand what this man thought, but at least she had learned to read his expressions.
His facial expressions rarely represented his true emotions. She used to think such a man was mysterious and handso... Only after suffering did she realize how naive she had been.
His smile didn’t an happiness, and not smiling didn’t an unhappiness. A man so unpredictable, perhaps only her from five years ago would have had the courage to get close.
If it were now, she absolutely wouldn’t dare presu that his smiling offer to welco her with open arms ant he was genuinely willing to make her feel welco.
Judging by his expression, he likely ant to ridicule her more than anything.
Xu Qingrong didn’t expect his return, and a look of delight flashed across her radiant face as she called out in surprise to the newcor, "Fu Yi, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect you to be the one who ca."
She had almost left early.
Fu Yi took a mont to glance her way, his expression warm, "Qingrong, long ti no see. How is Auntie’s health?"
Xu Qingrong’s proud features softened at the ntion, her usual strong deanor tinged with a rare subtle femininity, "Thanks to you finding an overseas neurology specialist for her last ti, the surgery was very successful. She’s been recuperating at ho for half a year and is doing much better now. She was just talking the other day about wanting to invite you over for dinner."
Fu Yi didn’t want to chat much with her but didn’t intend to embarrass her either, so he nodded lightly and said thoughtfully, "It’s good that Auntie is recovering. You don’t need to thank ; it wasn’t because of . The one who helped you find the specialist was Cui Jiangjing. Perhaps you can thank him when you see him soti."
Xu Qingrong’s target was him, and she wasn’t interested in the infamous Cui Jiangjing. Her lashes dropped imdiately, and her face flushed as she bit her lip, "Even so, it was you who asked Mr. Cui, so I still want to thank you. Do you have ti lately? If you’re free, I’d like to invite you to dinner."
Fu Yi seed to glance casually toward the corner.
Jiang Nuan pinched her palm fiercely, the sting causing her hand to throb with pain. Her lips had turned pale, but she stubbornly lifted her chin, her thin peach-blossom eyes coldly open, forcing herself to stare directly at the man entering through the door.
She wouldn’t back down!
Why should she back down!
Five years ago, she had shalessly pestered him, but her love was straightforward, and her defeat was graceful; when she finally left him, she didn’t make a scene. She didn’t owe him; if anything, he owed her.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, his tone still gentle, but his rejection very clear, "I appreciate your kindness, but let’s skip the dinner."
Xu Qingrong wanted to ask why, but felt it would be too undignified to voice it. She forced a smile, maintaining the grace of a socialite, and said disappointedly, "Alright, I know you’ve been busy lately. Let’s talk when you’re free."
Fu Yi, "I probably won’t be free anyti soon."
Xu Qingrong felt a bit awkward, not knowing where to place her hands and feet, unable to understand why he had to be so final with his words.
Fortunately, at this mont, the director of the neurology departnt at Kangfei Hospital chid in to smooth things over, "Mr. Fu, I have an empty seat here, why don’t you sit here?"
Xu Qingrong’s mind spun and she realized she had almost missed an opportunity, hastily picking up her bag, saying, "Fu Yi, sit next to ."
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