Qiao Xi glanced up at him and moved her phone back in front of her, "Mm, it’s alright."
Shen Dang watched her with a hint of amusent as she acted all haughty, "Teacher Qiao, as long as you’re satisfied."
At the sa ti.
Qiao Zhenbin opened the first WeChat ssage.
After listening to the voice ssage, Qiao Zhenbin’s face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
A coal truck passing by him might not even recognize him.
The next voice ssage automatically played—
As he listened to Shen Dang’s lazy voice, Qiao Zhenbin’s hatred peaked, and, unable to contain his anger, he took it out on his phone again.
The phone, smashed against the ground, shattered into pieces.
Qiao Nan’s body shuddered, "Daddy..."
When Daddy was angry, he’d smash his phone, but this was the brand new Apple she had just bought!
Wang Wen gently patted Qiao Nan’s hand to comfort her, "Husband, Ah Dang being able to have dinner with Xixi ans their relationship is no longer as it used to be. They are obviously trying to hide the truth. I’ve said it before: the land grab incident must be related to Xixi. Do you believe now?"
Wang Wen didn’t forget to add fuel to the fire at this mont.
She sighed and added, "I don’t know how Xixi could have beco like this, elbows always turned outwards. Even if she’s married off, she should be siding with you, her father, first. What a misfortune for the family."
Qiao Zhenbin’s face was gloomy, "Perhaps you’re right, she might have found out about that matter."
Wang Wen’s face instantly filled with panic, "Really? What are we going to do now?"
Qiao Nan was utterly confused, "Mom, what are you talking about?"
What was this secret that she couldn’t be privy to?
Qiao Zhenbin’s phone rang; it was a call from President Rong of Huarong Real Estate.
Qiao Zhenbin turned and walked upstairs.
Qiao Nan grasped Wang Wen’s hand and inquired, "Mom, what exactly are you and Dad playing at this cryptic ga?"
Wang Wen just smiled, "They’re old stories, not important. Our family’s little princess should just be happy."
Qiao Nan smiled obediently, "Mhm! I know Mom and Dad love the most."
In contrast, Qiao Xi was nothing.
...
With no one disturbing her, Qiao Xi finished her dinner in peace.
She leisurely wiped the corners of her lips, "Grandpa didn’t seem to call for a video chat today."
Shen Dang casually glanced at her, "Hmm, he just wanted to catch us off guard."
Qiao Xi didn’t argue.
She also felt that it was indeed sothing Old Master Shen would do.
Qiao Xi tossed the napkin aside, "Are you done eating? If you are, we can leave, right?"
After leaving Tan Garden, they got into the car.
During dinner, Shen Dang drank almost a whole bottle of red wine by himself.
In the enclosed space of the car, Qiao Xi could sll the scent of alcohol.
The aroma triggered forbidden fragnts in her mind, as if she could still clearly perceive the sensation of his kiss.
Realizing what she was thinking, Qiao Xi’s entire being seed to go numb, and she even felt a bit flushed.
She rolled down the window for so air.
Shen Dang, who only wore a thin shirt, felt the cold wind rushing in.
He glanced at Qiao Xi, "Teacher Qiao, take a look at ."
Any thoughts Qiao Xi had entertained were imdiately banished, and she wondered what nonsense Boss Shen was up to now.
She remained motionless, "I’m not looking."
What’s there to look at in you?
"Why not look?" Shen Dang chuckled lazily, "How would you know I’m suffering if you don’t look?"
Hearing this, Qiao Xi couldn’t help but glance over, "Boss Shen, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Qiao Xi thought it was absurd—either Shen Dang was drunk.
"You’re dressed quite warmly."
Shen Dang’s voice was soft and faint.
Qiao Xi looked down at herself. It wasn’t that warm.
She lifted her phoenix eyes, and saw Shen Dang’s arm propped under his chin, looking at her. Seeing that she hadn’t caught on, he reminded her, "It’s December now, Teacher Qiao. You’re dressed warmly and might not feel cold, but look at . Do you think I’m cold?"
His arrogance was showing.
Qiao Xi exhaled, closed the window, and said irritably, "If you’re cold, just say so."
Why beat around the bush with such sarcasm and not speak plainly? Will speaking normally kill you?
It’s just that she found him quite baffling.
How could soone be like this?
"Thank you, Teacher Qiao, for sparing from suffering," Shen Dang spoke, his tongue touching the corner of his mouth as he smiled leisurely.
Qiao Xi: "..."
She genuinely didn’t want to deal with him anymore, such a weirdo!
"Giggles..." Assistant Gao in the front seat couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Oh Lord!
Who knew holding back his laughter would be so tough, almost twitching with the effort.
He really didn’t want to laugh!
But who could have imagined that President Shen and the boss would be so adorably funny in private!
God, it was killing him with laughter—and with adoration!
The sudden laughter was quite abrupt. Shen Dang and Qiao Xi both lifted their eyes to glance at Assistant Gao.
What was he laughing at?
Assistant Gao felt the piercing cold of their stares as if they were knives.
Qiao Xi narrowed her eyes coldly, "Is it funny?"
"Sorry, I saw a joke. My apologies for disturbing you. I’ll raise the partition."
Assistant Gao narrowly escaped.
Qiao Xi huffed and turned to look out the car window.
Shen Dang asked her, "Are you angry?"
Qiao Xi didn’t even spare him a glance.
Returning to Yingyue Bay, Qiao Xi went straight to the second floor and into her room, locking the door behind her.
She wouldn’t go down to the first floor tonight, no matter what!
Qiao Xi walked out to the balcony and called Chen Jiayan.
"Xixi, is sothing the matter so late at night?"
Qiao Xi’s cool voice mingled with the wind as it traveled, equally distant and cold, "Last ti we were seen by Shen Dang at Tan Garden, he knows about what we’re doing in secret."
Qiao Xi hadn’t expected to be exposed to Shen Dang.
Chen Jiayan, recalling Shen Dang’s gaze last ti, knew Shen Dang would investigate him.
"Will he speak about it? With the shares we hold so far, we can’t shake Qiao’s."
"He won’t let Qiao Zhenbin hear about this."
Qiao Xi subconsciously trusted Shen Dang’s character.
"Having shares that can’t compete with Qiao Zhenbin’s is useless to us."
Qiao Xi had no desire to control Qiao’s; she wasn’t cut out for business. She just didn’t want Qiao Zhenbin to have it easy.
Why should Wang Wen live so comfortably in a big villa, enjoying dividends from Qiao’s, while they thrived?
Did they ever think of the woman buried deep underground?
The night grew deep, reflecting the darkness in Qiao Xi’s eyes—she wouldn’t let them have it easy!
"Xixi, it will take ti," said Chen Jiayan.
"I know, I’m not rushing you," exhaled Qiao Xi softly, "as long as Qiao Zhenbin doesn’t find out, it’s fine."
"Don’t worry, Qiao Zhenbin won’t suspect ."
"Mhm."
"Get so rest."
"Brother," Xixi called him, "good night."
"Good night."
Qiao Xi leaned against the balcony, feeling the breeze and not feeling cold at all.
After all these years, her heart had long turned cold.
Now, she only had Chen Jiayan as her true family.
The next day.
Qiao Xi took the initiative to contact Mo Qing and Director Mo.
Qiao Xi went straight to the point, "Director Mo, Le Entertainnt asked to introduce you to two newcors."
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