"Want to try?"
At this mont, Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes carried a seductive charm, making Song Song subconsciously swallow. Was this man seducing her?
In the public eye, under the clear sky, and at his good brother’s wedding?
Seeing the woman’s surprised expression, Xiao Jinghuai’s gaze shimred slightly, and he couldn’t help but want to carry her to a secluded place, press her beneath him, and ravage her hard, so she’d know not to tease him, and to let her know just how wicked he could be—
"Uh, no, I don’t want to..." Song Song very honestly admitted.
Xiao Jinghuai knew she wouldn’t dare. He leaned to her ear, deliberately tempting her, "Song Song, do you want a wedding like this?"
"..." As a girl, of course Song Song liked it, but she knew now wasn’t the right ti. "I don’t want it for now. I’ll tell you when I do."
With that, she thought he would say "okay" as he often did. Unexpectedly, he said, "Can I kiss you now?"
"Ah!"
Just as she was about to make a sound, her lips were seamlessly blocked by the man. Song Song pushed a few tis, but to no avail and was forced to entangle lips and tongues with him—
From afar, a woman saw this scene and clenched her fists tightly. She didn’t understand why?
Why would Xiao Jinghuai prefer to be intimate with an ugly man rather than accept her?
All this ti, in the hospital, she was diligently taking care of that old woman, hoping to earn a bit of his attention or praise, only to get nothing in return.
From birth, she was a favored child, even if the Qiao Family fell, and her father went missing, she wasn’t crushed, and managed to carve out a place in the entertainnt circle.
How could she not be good enough for Xiao Jinghuai—
In what way wasn’t she enough?
Qiao Yu was seething with jealousy, so she didn’t notice a man standing beside her, a strikingly handso man with sinister eyes.
The man wore a black hat, with strands of silver peeking out from underneath, like stars in the dark.
"Miss, are you angry?"
The man’s voice was low, like fine wine.
Qiao Yu quickly ca to her senses. As a public figure, she shouldn’t show too much emotion. She looked at the man beside her, stunned at first sight by his beauty—
That face, indescribable, beyond words; she could only say that if he entered the entertainnt industry, he would beco a national idol within a day.
He could completely live off his looks.
"You are..." Qiao Yu’s eyes probed, "I don’t seem to know you."
The man smiled slightly, gentlemanly taking her hand and kissing it near his lips, "That’s alright, now we’re acquainted, aren’t we? My surna is Mu."
"Oh, Mr. Mu—"
Qiao Yu racked her brain for any notable families with the surna Mu in Qing City, but it seed there weren’t any.
So, he must be from out of town?
The man smiled, "May I ask your na, miss?"
"I, I’m Qiao Yu." She blushed uncontrollably.
No woman could resist such a stunningly handso man, "Mr. Mu, what’s your full na?"
She thought she only needed his full na to figure out his background.
"Mu Zanting, beautiful miss, please rember my na, because soon enough... we’ll et again."
With that, the man suddenly vanished like the wind, leaving Qiao Yu dumbfounded.
Qiao Yu stood there for a long ti, feeling a sense of unreality. Was it all an illusion?
She lowered her eyes and saw a rose in her hand, appearing unknowingly—
Fragrant, beautiful, just like the man earlier.
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