"I don’t like sitting too close to the front. Just thinking about all the people sitting behind and having to constantly be mindful of my posture," Lin Ruochun kicked her legs, freeing the dress hem trapped under her feet, and frowned as she uttered the last word: "Annoying."
Qin Xiang saw this, raised his hand to press down on her legs, "Alright, alright, stop kicking around, just sit tight."
Saying that, he squatted down and carefully adjusted Lin Ruochun’s evening gown, arranging the part trailing on the ground into a blooming flower shape, which looked a hundred tis better than the ssy dumpling shape Lin Ruochun had previously ford.
Wen Qiao’s elbow rested on the armrest of the chair, her hand made a fist to support her temple, and she tilted her head, leisurely watching Qin Xiang and Lin Ruochun, speaking slowly, "President Qin, you’re quite skilled at this, haven’t you straightened many won’s gowns before?"
As soon as these words were out, Wen Qiao imdiately received an eye-dagger from Qin Xiang.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Don’t think that just because Old Fu has your back, you can spread false rumors and tarnish my reputation."
Lin Ruochun’s hand involuntarily clenched the skirt fabric, and she pulled her feet back a bit, not letting Qin Xiang continue adjusting her dress, "I think Wen Qiao is quite right, you’re indeed quite adept at this task."
Qin Xiang was almost amused to anger by Lin Ruochun’s remark.
Task? Adept?
She made it sound like he was so unscrupulous person doing inappropriate things in so disreputable place.
"Adept, my foot! Aren’t you a grown person with so autonomy? Just because she said sothing, you think it’s true?" Qin Xiang grabbed her ankle through the dress, lifted it, and pulled out the dress hem she was stepping on, "You think any random woman can make humble myself to adjust her clothes?"
With these words, he lifted his head, forcefully locking eyes with Lin Ruochun.
Lin Ruochun’s heart skipped a beat, and sowhat flustered, she shifted her gaze, turning to look at Wen Qiao, who was giving her a aningful look. Her panic worsened, and she lowered her head again, eting Qin Xiang’s gaze once more.
"..."
Why were they both staring at her!
Was she gold or sothing?
Not knowing whether to look up or down, Lin Ruochun could only lower her head further, staring at her hands resting on her lap.
A beam of light flashed over, and the diamond bracelet on her wrist reflected spots of light.
Oh.
This bracelet was also a gift from Qin Xiang.
Qin Xiang stubbornly stared at Lin Ruochun, as if he needed an answer from her. Seeing her silent, he applied so force, squeezing her ankle.
Lin Ruochun raised her eyelids to look at him, "Oh" she said, "Got it."
"....."
Her calm and unruffled answer left Qin Xiang unsure of what to say.
After looking at Lin Ruochun for a bit longer, Qin Xiang stood up, returned to his seat, and after a while, turned to look at Lin Ruochun again, moved his lips but ultimately said nothing, turning his head back to focus on so point ahead.
Wen Qiao looked at the two awkward people beside her, silently laughing to herself.
The two awkward creatures huddled together were just too cute.
She nudged Lin Ruochun’s arm and beckoned to her.
Lin Ruochun paused for two seconds, craning her neck to lean closer, "What is it?"
"What’s going on between you two now?"
"What, what’s going on." Lin Ruochun’s eyelashes fluttered, "Nothing is going on."
Wen Qiao scrutinized Lin Ruochun’s face closely, nodded, "Alright, then I didn’t ask."
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