Just after the jostling action, Qiao Xiaren naturally didn’t notice that her hand had gotten a tiny cut. It was probably scratched accidentally by Chen i’s fingernail when she lunged forward.
"Does it hurt? How do you end up getting injured just from going out for a while?"
Honestly, she hadn’t even realized it until he ntioned it. Only then did she notice the tiny scratch on her hand. Qiao Xiaren glanced at him with a bit of exasperation: "How is this considered an injury? It’s just a little scrape."
He held her hand, and his cool lips lightly brushed against the back of it. The intimate gesture was completely natural, as if they were a couple deeply in love for years.
The madam was montarily at a loss for words, while Wang Yi deduced just from her expression: Injury!
Unwittingly, those present were fed a generous serving of PDA.
Mona’s face darkened, though she didn’t step forward to say anything. She understood that in monts like this, making a petty remark wouldn’t help her—on the contrary, it might give the madam a bad impression of her.
Chen i instinctively shrank to the side, wishing desperately that the person who had just strutted forward to flaunt her arrogance wasn’t herself. No wonder Wang Han had been pulling her back earlier—clearly, she must have known about Qiao Xiaren’s identity all along.
She knew the identity but didn’t reveal it—almost got killed!
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s my fault for dragging you into this," Lu Xi said, her face full of guilt. Thankfully, nothing serious happened. Otherwise, she truly wouldn’t be able to atone even a thousand deaths.
"It’s fine," Gu Xiaobai suddenly spoke up. "n like him aren’t worth holding onto. The more you’re unwilling to let go, the more you’re the one who gets hurt in the end."
Her words were brief yet pointed, though Gu Xiaobai didn’t believe that she could completely make Lu Xi see the truth.
If she didn’t say anything, though, she’d feel uneasy.
Lu Xi nodded, as if she was starting to reassess the issue herself.
Ever since Si Limo appeared, Carly’s gaze hadn’t left him, following him with a vacant expression. "I thought... I thought you’d never marry anyone, never fall in love with any woman."
Qiao Xiaren heard this and chuckled faintly: "From a certain point of view, that’s not entirely wrong. He truly doesn’t love any woman—he only loves ."
Carly shifted her gaze down from his chin and saw the woman leaning lazily against his shoulder. She didn’t appear angry at all, nor did she show any deeper emotion.
For the first ti, Carly encountered such a girl. Her words were clearly ambiguous, even hinting at so romantic history between them—a normal girl would’ve already brimd with suspicion and started sulking.
Girls are, by nature, delicate and prone to getting worked up over their boyfriends. But this Qiao Xiaren clearly doesn’t play by the usual rules? If Princess Carly were to type this question into S Country’s internet forums, she might receive this response: "The woman you’re seeing is probably a fake one." (ˉ▽ˉ;)...
"Your na is Qiao Xiaren, right?" Carly paused. "My na is Carly. You’ve probably already heard of —I’m the Princess of C Country, and I suppose I also count as your romantic rival."
Such an introduction nearly made Qiao Xiaren burst into laughter.
She leaned lazily against him, resting her head back on his shoulder as she stared at his finely-chiseled chin: "You really do know how to stir up trouble for ."
"I’m not here to cause trouble for you," he said, pinching her chin lightly and laughing. "I’ve co to make you jealous. The air here seems saturated with the sll of vinegar."
"I don’t like drinking vinegar. I’d rather go ho and rest."
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