Actually, it’s quite normal for Song ngshi to beco like this. She’s four years older than Sisi, turning thirty-six this year, and having given birth to two children, her mood hasn’t been great, leading to hormonal imbalance and a changed figure, which is quite normal.
It’s just that compared to Sisi and Shangguan, her changes are a lot more dramatic.
"So it’s Song ngshi, quite a coincidence," Sisi said with a smile as she greeted Song ngshi. Although she wasn’t really close friends or besties with Song ngshi, so many years have passed, and everyone has married and had children, there’s no need to dwell on trivial past matters.
Song ngshi felt an unusual bitterness in her heart, not expecting He Sisi to still be as youthful and pretty as a young girl. Books say won cared for by n live more beautifully; it seems He Sisi has been living very happily these years.
Looking at herself, others can surely tell she’s a failed woman not adored by her husband, right?
For a mont, Song ngshi felt sowhat disheartened. She forced a smile as she greeted Sisi, "It is quite a coincidence. I didn’t expect you to co all the way here to play?"
Sisi raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "Didn’t Tang Qiubai tell you? My husband works here; he’s in T City for several months every year."
Song ngshi’s smile beca more forced, and she said dryly, "Really? Qiubai probably forgot?"
Yet, the bitterness in her heart spread like dissolved tea, from the heart to the surroundings, bitter at the tip of her tongue.
How many days has it been since Tang Qiubai last talked to her properly? Even lying in the sa bed, the tis can be counted on one hand. This trip was at the children’s request, and Tang Qiubai brought her out, but as soon as they reached the seaside, he went off to be with friends, without a care for her and the children. It wasn’t until the kids started fighting that he ca over once, only to scold her, without a kind word.
Song ngshi glanced again at Sisi, and ironically, couldn’t even muster a shred of jealousy.
Sotis the gap between people is so wide that even jealousy lacks the courage. Song ngshi was feeling exactly this way.
Song ngshi had neither the intention nor interest to have a deep conversation with Sisi. She smiled at Sisi and planned to take her children under their own sun umbrella. The more she stood with Sisi, the more hurt she felt.
"Sisi, are you here to play too?" Noticing his wife chatting with a beauty in beachwear from afar, Tang Qiubai recognized an acquaintance and naturally walked over.
Tang Qiubai looked at Sisi with appreciation in his eyes and then disdainfully at Song ngshi. Although his gaze was subtle, Song ngshi, becoming increasingly sensitive, could clearly feel it. Her heart was already numb but still pricked a bit.
Sisi also sensed Tang Qiubai’s disdain for Song ngshi, slightly furrowing her brows. Although she didn’t like Song ngshi, she detested Tang Qiubai even more.
In a past life, Tang Qiubai wronged Tian Zhaodi; in this life, he’s still a lecherous pig. Though he and Song ngshi are married, it seems their marriage is probably just in na?
Otherwise, why would Song ngshi be so miserable?
Speaking of it, she sowhat missed the acerbic Song ngshi from college; though not very likable, she was full of life. Unlike the woman before her now, worn out, like a flower hit by frost.
Wilted all over, devoid of color!
Sisi nodded, greeted Tang Qiubai, and didn’t want to talk to such a vile and black-hearted man. After saying a few polite words to Song ngshi, she turned to leave.
Just then, another male voice rang out, "Mr. Tang won’t introduce the beauty to ?"
A thirty-sothing man appeared beside Tang Qiubai, handso with exposed muscular tension full of wildness, complented by his cold and hard deanor, very eye-catching.
Sisi, however, sensed this man’s dislike for her. Although he pretended to be very interested in her beauty, Sisi could feel it deep down.
The man had malevolence, and it was directed towards her.
Sisi raised her guard, puzzled about who this man could be.
She reckoned she hadn’t interacted with this man before.
Tang Qiubai knew his partner as ruthless and aware of the couple’s peculiar hobby. Seeing the man possibly captivated by Sisi’s beauty gave him a bizarre thrill.
"Mr. Gongqi, this is my friend Miss He Sisi. Sisi, this is Mr. Miyazaki from R Country," Tang Qiubai said.
"Please call Mrs. Tian. We’re not that familiar! Besides, I have no interest in eting your friend, Mr. Tang, so don’t overstep," Sisi said coldly.
At this mont, Tian Xinhua saw Sisi being besieged by the man and hurried over, with Mo Liu and Shangguan following suit.
Mo Liu appeared surprised on seeing the transford Song ngshi but rely raised his eyebrows slightly, not excessively shocked, politely greeting Song ngshi, which sowhat alleviated her discomfort.
But seeing these forr classmates still as beautiful as ever intensified her bitterness and made her feel more inferior.
"What happened, Ah Nan?" Tian Xinhua walked over, putting his arm around Sisi’s shoulder, marking his territory. Although he didn’t know Miyazaki, the man’s gaze towards Sisi made him uncomfortable.
And as for Tang Qiubai, he just nodded, not even bothering to acknowledge him. Since they’re no longer friends, there was no need to engage.
"Nothing, just that Mr. Tang’s friend wants to et , but I’m not interested," Sisi said calmly.
Tian Xinhua gave Tang Qiubai a cold look, sneering inside. It seed Tang Qiubai wasn’t a decent guy; even his friends were of such character, wanting to et Ah Nan?
Perhaps the underlying intentions are elsewhere?
Tang Qiubai, oh Tang Qiubai, initially considering giving you a bit of face for the late Tang Tieshan, but you reject it, so don’t bla , Tian Xinhua, for being ruthless.
"Ah Nan, no need to bother with irrelevant people, let’s go," Tian Xinhua said disparagingly, glancing at Miyazaki and Tang Qiubai, shaking both to their cores.
"Mm!"
Sisi quietly responded, being led away by Tian Xinhua.
Mo Liu and the others followed along, but then an exaggerated female voice called out, sounding like a duck’s quack, an R Country duck nonetheless.
"Mo Sang, I really didn’t expect us to et on this beautiful beach, oh, is this what your country calls being fated to et across a thousand miles?"
With those flamboyant words, a middle-aged woman dressed ostentatiously appeared floating out from behind Mr. Gongqi.
Indeed, floating, as this woman truly resembled a ghost!
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