Jun Yexuan smiled, “Not interfering with who she befriends is respecting her. But that guy’s taking it so far that if I do nothing, I’d be known as a worthless wretch.”
Then, he ordered, “Drive your car over.”
The driver did as told.
Qiao Qing and Yi Qinghan were in a stand still when suddenly the car drove by.
Through the window, Jun Yexuan’s deviously graceful face was revealed, “You want to buy a cup? Get on. Tell me what style you like and you can buy as many as you’d like. I’ll pay.”
Then, he looked over to Qiao Qing, “Qingqing, get on. We’ll give him a ride.”
He spoke as if Qiao Qing and him were together.
Then, he gently coughed, “I’m not following you. My company is close by and running into you is a coincidence.”
After he spoke, Jun Yexuan’s heart began to thump. He thought, even if Qiao Qing wasn’t angry, there was no way she would get in his car.
Unexpectedly, the car door opened. The cold aura that belonged to Qiao Qing snuck inside.
Qiao Qing came to sit by him and said softly to Yi Qinghan, “Don’t you want to buy a cup? Come in.”
Jun Yexuan’s entire body froze up. In disbelief, he stared at Qiao Qing’s side profile and his heart thumped faster and faster.
The expression on Yi Qinghan’s face froze. Then, he understood and smiled. He stuck his hand inside and patted Qiao Qing’s head, “Congratulations, young lady.”
After leaving behind this mysterious statement, Yi Qinghan placed his hands in his pockets and left cooly.
Qiao Qing was wondering what he meant by that when she was pulled into a hug.
Jun Yexuan’s voice was quivering, “You are accepting me, is that right?”
Qiao Qing found it hard to breathe under his arms. He pushed him away, “You’re overthinking this.”
Jun Yexuan said firmly, “You are finally accepting me!”
Qiao Qing ignored him and turned to leave. However, Jun Yexuan grabbed onto her wrist, “I won’t ask anymore. Let’s go home.”
Qiao Qing was silent for a while and then asked out of the blue, “Do you know Yin Shiqiong?”
Jun Yexuan’s delicate brows shook a bit, “What is that?”
Qiao Qing, “…”
Mu Jinghang, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, laughed out loud, “Bro, your memory sure is bad. Yin Shiqiong is the ‘most beautiful author in the Capital City’. She came onto you before and tried to seduce you.”
“I remember you rejected her heartlessly. You also said something along the lines of ‘if Feng Ci was here, I might spare her a gaze. But a worthless author like you only hurts my eyes.’ You infuriated that girl.”
Qiao Qing mumbled, “Feng Ci…”
Mu Jinghang cursed on the inside. In front of Jun Yexuan’s man-eating stare, he explained, “Qingqing, Qingqing, don’t mind that. My third bro didn’t mean he liked Feng Ci. Oh no, I mean, he likes Feng Ci, but not that way. He just admires her like fans admire their idols.”
“Plus, one of the three books authored by Feng Ci is a business war story. He said, ‘for this author to write a business war as exciting as this must mean he’s a balding old man who’s retired after years of slaving in the corporate life’.”
Qiao Qing, “…”
Mu Jinghang continued, “Also, that detective story. What a whimsical plot! It hurt my brain to read it. I had to read it eight times to understand it. Whoever wrote it must have balded after it was done!”
Qiao Qing, “…”
“What I mean is!” Mu Jinghang finally concluded, “My third brother refused to look at a girl as young and beautiful as Yin Shiqiong, why would he like a balding old man?”
Qiao Qing, “…”
Mu Jinghang scratched his head, “Third brother, do you feel like the inside of this car is getting cold?”
