Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Many people commented:
I Am A Gorgeous Lady—Mr. Nian, if I go after you, will you give me a chance?
A powerful fortune teller—Please give me a dozen men like this.
Call Me Sister—I’m flying to Xia City to pursue Mr. Nian.
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There were over 6,000 comments under that post. Luosang learned that many people were jealous of her. However, she wasn’t happy at all. Now so many people knew, Jiang Qifei must know about it, too.
Once she started thinking about that, she got a call from Jiang Qifei. “Xu Luosang, is this your way of breaking up with Nian Junting?” Jiang Qifei said sarcastically. “It’s so interesting. I guess you just don’t want the evidence.”
“I’ve been cruel enough to him. I didn’t expect him to do this.” Luosang smiled bitterly. What she had been worrying about had now come true. “It’s never easy to end a relationship between two people.”
“The cruelest way is the way I told you, but you aren’t willing to do it. Are you breaking up now? Or are you falling in love again? Have you been fooling me? Are you buying time?” said Jiang Qifei impatiently. “Do you want the evidence or not? Maybe I should burn it.”
Luosang clenched her teeth and said coldly, “If you burn it, your daughter will never have a chance to get back together with Nian Junting.”
“Yeah, the worst thing that may happen to my daughter is that she might not be able to get back together with her ex-boyfriend, but your father might spend the rest of his life in prison.” Jiang Qifei didn’t take Luosang’s threat seriously at all. “Go and tell Nian Junting about this if you want. However, that evidence is just a small thing. No matter how powerful he is, he won’t be able to find it.”
Luosang struggled for a while but yielded at last. “I’m hiding in my apartment now. I’m not going to see him. Give me some more time,” she said.
“Next Monday, you must make him give up on you completely.” After saying that, Jiang Qifei ended the call.
Luosang dropped her phone, walked to the balcony, and looked down. Suddenly, she found a familiar off-road car parked by the building. Nian Junting was leaning on the car, looking up.
She hurriedly stepped backward. Her heart raced. Had he spent the whole night there? Had he just arrived? It was raining out there. Why didn’t he hold up an umbrella?
Luosang squatted on the balcony and buried her head in her arms. He was really driving her crazy.
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Nian Junting stayed there until three pm. Xiao Si called him. “Where are you? You haven’t come to work in two days. Just come over here. We need your signature. It’s urgent.”
“You sign it. I’m not in the mood,” said Nian Junting blandly. “I’m standing downstairs at Luosang’s. She didn’t come out today.”
Xiao Si gasped. “Sister Lan said that you didn’t come home last night. You didn’t spend the whole night there, did you?”
“I did.”
“You’re such a psycho.” Xiao Si could scarcely believe it. “It’s raining out there now, okay? Have you been standing outside the whole time?”
“Yes, I’m torturing myself to make her change her mind.”
“You won. Just come back now. This finance project needs to be signed by you, the CEO of the company. You can play Don Juan, but don’t harm the interests of the entire company.” Xiao Si sighed.
“Alright.” Hearing that, Nian Junting glanced at Luosang’s window helplessly, then turned and got into the car.
The door of the CEO’s private elevator in Shengting opened. Nian Junting walked out toward his office. Suddenly, he saw Lu Kang sitting behind his desk. Qiao Xue looked around, then quickly and stealthily put a square box that was clearly a gift in his hands.
