Chapter 361: Chapter 361

The idea popped into Ning Wan’s mind, and she felt very disdainful. Anyone could fall in love with her, but this man never would.

Probably just because the child she miscarried was his, and he was acting out of guilt.

With this thought, Ning Wan’s expression grew even colder.

Xi Mohan, facing Ning Wan’s anger, seemed indifferent. His expression unchanged, he glanced at the unfinished cake on the table, frowned slightly, and said directly, "Your body hasn’t fully recovered yet. Eating too much cake is not good for you."

"What I eat is none of your business!" Ning Wan grew angrier, slamming her cup down on the table with such force that it not only made a ’bang’ sound but also caused water to splash out. Yet she seemed not to notice and continued coldly, "Xi Mohan, can you please stop interfering with my life? I’ve already repaid whatever I owed you when I lost the child. Do you need me to give you my life before you’ll be satisfied?"

Upon hearing her words, the man’s complexion suddenly darkened, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "When the time comes, I will naturally let you go. For now, you must stay by my side."

"When? How long will that be?" Ning Wan still had a cold expression, her heart filled with rage she couldn’t vent, making her feel terribly uncomfortable.

Damn it, she felt like smashing the cup on this man’s head.

Xi Mohan didn’t speak. With slightly pursed lips and an impassive face, he sat back down on the sofa and got ready to continue working.

Ning Wan, "..." was even angrier, despising most of all this man’s impenetrable demeanor, as if anything she said was completely pointless, unbelievable!

Internally seething with rage but realising she was no match for this man, she lay down, pulled the blanket over herself, turned her back to him and closed her eyes to sleep.

The man raised his eyes to watch Ning Wan for a moment, his thin lips slightly pursed, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he lowered his head to type on the keyboard, making a deliberate effort to keep his movements and noise as quiet as possible.

When Song Qiao returned to the villa, it was just in time for dinner. The man had been sitting on the couch in the living room, with financial news playing on the TV in front of him.

Chen Ma, seeing Song Qiao return, immediately went to offer her slippers at her feet, smiling, "Madam, you’re back?"

Hearing the voice, Lu Jingchen glanced over at her, but quickly diverted his gaze, returning his attention to the TV.

Song Qiao pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, gave an affirmative hum, changed her shoes, placed her handbag to the side, and walked towards the living room. A servant quickly brought her a glass of water, which she took a sip of before handing it back to the servant.

Chen Ma seemed to sense the tension between Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen. Her eyes shifted, but she didn’t say anything and told Song Qiao, "Madam, please wait a few more minutes. I will immediately have the dishes served. Dinner is almost ready."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Chen Ma."

Chen Ma smiled and then stepped back.

Song Qiao walked over to the couch, about to sit down, when she noticed a fruit basket and some gifts on the table, which made her pause and ask reflexively, "Did we have visitors today?"

Lu Jingchen didn’t take his eyes off the TV, nor looked at Song Qiao, just hummed in response, then said, "Zuo Yuqing was here."

Hearing Lu Jingchen mention Zuo Yuqing, Song Qiao stiffened for a moment but quickly regained her composure, responding indifferently with an "Oh," and then addressed Lu Jingchen, "Let’s eat."

However, the man didn’t get up. Still sitting, he looked up at Song Qiao and asked directly, "Did you ask Zuo Yuqing to come here?" Follow current novels on n0velfire.net

Song Qiao, about to head to the dining room, froze mid-step. Her mind went blank for a brief moment before quickly returning to normal, and she admitted, "Yes, I asked her to come to the villa to keep you company..."

"To keep me company?" Lu Jingchen mused over the words, as a surge of anger filled him, and he laughed in rage, "Who told you to call her here? Song Qiao, what right do you have to ask her to come?"

Startled by Lu Jingchen’s fury, Song Qiao shrank back, clearly not expecting such a fierce response. But then she quickly processed his words, ’what right do you have to ask her to come’, and her complexion turned pale. She looked at the man in front of her in a daze, her lips moved, but she couldn’t utter a single word.