Ma Bin saw this scene and simply shifted his gaze indifferently, not showing the slightest intention of stepping forward to stop it. Beside him, Wang Han smiled softly, projecting an inexplicable air of refinent and grace.
Qiao Xiaren had seen sleazy people before, but never anyone this sleazy.
Unable to bear it anymore, Zhong Qing stepped forward, trying to pull that crazy woman off Lu Xi. But Chen i was clearly a lunatic in a fight, attacking anyone in sight.
"Stop it, all of you!"
A calm voice rang out from behind, making Chen i inexplicably shudder. She turned her head and looked behind her, her gaze falling on Qiao Xiaren.
This young woman seed composed and cold, but there was an indescribable aura about her that made it hard for Chen i to find her words.
Qiao Xiaren reached out and pulled Lu Xi away from Chen i’s hands, stepping directly in front of Zhong Qing to shield her. "I really didn’t know—since when did mistresses beco such a trend? Forget about not being treated like rats crossing the street; instead, they’re strutting around brazenly in front of the main wife?"
"Who... who are you?" Chen i was struck by Qiao Xiaren’s cold-colored eyes and instinctively bit her lip as her fists slowly clenched.
Seeing soone standing up for Lu Xi, Wang Han’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. "Miss, this seems like a private matter in our family, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ddle."
"You must be one of her custors, huh? Deciding to butt in without even knowing the identity of the people involved? Young lady, you’re beautiful, but your brain is as hopeless as a pig’s head."
Standing by the door, Ma Bin delivered his cold sarcasm. Initially, he hadn’t caught sight of Qiao Xiaren’s face until she stepped forward to defend Lu Xi, allowing him a better look.
The onlookers didn’t crowd too close, and Qiao Xiaren was inside the shop blocking their view, so they didn’t recognize her.
But Wang Han recognized her now.
Qiao Xiaren.
Though she was part of the model world, matters in the entertainnt circles often intertwined with the model scene. Wang Han had always hoped to transition from the model industry to acting soday.
Wang Han couldn’t help but wonder—how did Lu Xi even know Qiao Xiaren? And now she’s stepping up to defend her?
Qiao Xiaren herself wasn’t much to worry about, but her connection with Si Limo had long been the talk of the circle. Wang Han wasn’t sure if she could afford to provoke her.
However, Wang Han realized sothing else—due to the sensitive nature of the Si Family’s involvent in national political and military affairs, Qiao Xiaren couldn’t possibly be foolish enough to make a big deal about sothing this trivial.
She wasn’t officially a daughter-in-law of the Si Family yet. Qiao Xiaren wouldn’t be stupid enough to jeopardize the thin, positive impression she had earned with Si Limo’s parents over such an insignificant matter.
As Wang Han’s gaze lingered on Qiao Xiaren, Qiao Xiaren was contemplating the aning behind Ma Bin’s words. This Ma Bin really thought he was sothing, flaunting his so-called "second-generation rich" status.
Did he actually believe his background was that impressive?
Qiao Xiaren had so insight into the Ma Family’s situation, thanks to a ti when the Ma Family shalessly sought Qiao Lin’s help with an issue and ntioned it casually at the dinner table.
The Ma Family relied on the pharmaceutical industry to sustain their family empire. Yet sohow, they produced this son who wanted to beco an actor. Left with no other choice, they reluctantly indulged his wish.
And once he entered the entertainnt industry, who knows what kind of dumb luck he ran into—getting tangled up with Lu Xi, riding on her popularity to make a na for himself. But sleazy n like him only ever used the sa couple of tricks: sweet-talking and deceit.
"It’s true this has nothing to do with , but you’ve dragged my friends into it." Qiao Xiaren glanced at the implicated Zhong Qing and smirked coldly. "If I stood aside and did nothing, then left with her like a coward, where would that leave my dignity?"
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