Chapter 579: Chapter 579

Watching the man gradually approaching her, Ning Wan subconsciously wanted to escape, only to find that she had nowhere to retreat to, and even under the man’s gaze, there was nowhere to hide.

Ning Wan’s face had lost all its color, that fear spreading from inside her became clearer with the man’s approach. Yet her face still bore a faint mockery as she coldly said, "Mr. Xi, I don’t think we’re very familiar!"

She and Xi Mohan... were they acquainted?

Perhaps they had been in the past, but after her hopes had been brutally dashed by this man, they were no longer familiar to each other.

Although it hadn’t reached the point of loathing, it certainly had come to the point where it was best to be strangers upon meeting.

Xi Mohan, looking at Ning Wan in front of him, did not respond to her words. He raised his hand to her shoulder, pinning her in place, his thin lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at her for a while, watching the little woman go from stubbornly looking up to embarrassingly lowering her head, and couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.

The strong scent of the man enveloped her. Ning Wan lowered her head, unable to see the man’s face but could imagine his expression when laughing. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to guess how he saw her and spoke again, "Mr. Xi, you and I have been unrelated for many years. I’m not going to ask you to repay what you owe me. After all, I was foolish back then. Now, please leave this place..."

Ning Wan hadn’t finished her sentence when the man directly raised his hand to lift her chin, forcing her to face him. His thin lips parted slightly, "Wanwan, have you forgotten what to call me? Come on, call me Brother Mohan..."

When Ning Wan heard this voice, her face stiffened as she gave a cold laugh in response, "Xi Mohan, do you have no shame?"

This title struck her heart like sharp needles, causing such pain that she couldn’t help but cramp.

Yet, when the man had callously spoken those words to her back then, she had already sworn never to use that title again.

Not waiting for the man to speak, Ning Wan’s slender fingers started to peel off his hand from her shoulder, one by one. Her eyes fixed on him, filled with undeniable scorn as she said, "Xi Mohan, have you forgotten the words you said to me all those years ago? Never needing to see each other in a lifetime, the next encounter as if strangers..."

The man’s face remained unchanged, as if he had never spoken those words, his profound eyes still fixated on her.

Seeing the man’s lack of reaction, Ning Wan laughed out of pure frustration, and with a mixture of coldness and mockery, she said, "Fine by me, I feel the same way now. So please get lost, and don’t show up before me again. You should go accompany Ning Yan’er... Now the Ning Family is hers. No, I should say—the Ning Family now belongs to you two!"

Xi Mohan watched the woman in front of him who had been orbiting him for over a decade. As she peeled his hand from her shoulder, he finally spoke in a tone neither too cold nor too hot, "Do you hate me?"

"Shouldn’t I hate you?" Ning Wan still smiled, her smile becoming even more mocking, her face colder by a few degrees, "Back then, for Ning Yan’er’s sake, you drove me out of my own home. I couldn’t even attend my mother’s funeral when she passed away. Yan’er angered my father until his heart condition relapsed, yet you took her out of the country to avoid the consequences...Xi Mohan, do you think I should not hate you? Or do you think I am so magnanimous that I would just smile away all that you and Ning Yan’er did?"

The man maintained his unfazed expression, his face still displaying that mild smile.

Sighting the man’s smile made Ning Wan feel as if her hairs were standing on end.

In the next second, the man only after some time faintly said, "Wanwan, for the sake of your father having a good second half of his life in the Ning Family, be a good girl!"

"Are you threatening me?" Ning Wan’s face turned cold, her eyes filled with a chill.

Xi Mohan reached out again and took hold of her chin, lowering his head to place a kiss on her lips, his voice slightly hoarse, "Wanwan, you can take it that way if you want, but remember, if you don’t behave, it won’t be you who suffers in the end, it will be your father!"

Hearing his words, Ning Wan laughed, her face showing deep and harsh mockery, "Xi Mohan, aside from threatening me, what else can you do? You used the same threat four years ago, and now you plan to use the same method? Aren’t you afraid that Ning Yan’er will find out about your little secrets? Or do you mean that if Ning Yan’er learns about it and wants you to get rid of me, you will get rid of me?"

The man’s gaze remained on her, his presence so overwhelming that it couldn’t be ignored, his low and slightly sensual voice speaking almost laughingly, "No, Yan’er wouldn’t do that!"

Ning Wan’s expression changed, but the man had already leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss, his dark eyes as deep as a whirlpool, his slender eyes staring unblinkingly at her. When his thin lips parted, they carried a slight teasing smile, "Wanwan, take out the key and open the door, alright?"

That day, Song Qiao thoroughly checked the villa and started to slowly plan what kind of curtains and coffee table to change to. After proposing her suggestions to Lu Jingchen, the man directly nodded in agreement with her methods and decided to go out to buy furniture together the next day.

After dinner and a bath that night, inside the study on the second floor, Song Qiao, dressed in pajamas, sat on the sofa biting her pen and slightly furrowed her brows as she looked at the planning sheet in her hands, clearly encountering a problem.

When Lu Jingchen entered the study with a glass of milk, he saw the girl’s fair and plump feet directly resting on the floor, which made him frown and his voice sank a bit, "Song Qiao!"

Startled by the sudden voice, Song Qiao nearly jumped up from the sofa. Looking up, she saw the man with a gloomy face walking in, which made her heart skip a beat, and she responded a little slowly, "What’s wrong?"

Lu Jingchen strode in, placing the milk glass on the table, his expression still not very pleasant as he spoke sternly, "Didn’t I tell you not to go barefoot? Where are your shoes?"

In the afternoon, Song Qiao was pressed by Lu Jingchen to take a nap, and upon waking, she hadn’t put on shoes before running into the bathroom, resulting in a reprimand from Lu Jingchen. She originally thought she remembered, but here she was, mere hours later, repeating it.

Song Qiao looked around and belatedly remembered she had felt it more comfortable to step on the floor barefoot, so she left her shoes in the bedroom. Seeing the man’s indifferent expression, she explained, "I didn’t wear them just now, the shoes should be in the bedroom!"

"So you came to the study barefoot?"

Song Qiao paused, nodded, and it took her several seconds to raise her hand and swear, "I won’t do it again next time!"

Lu Jingchen’s face was still a bit unsightly, but he handed over the glass of milk he was holding to her, "Drink the milk first!"

"Oh!" Song Qiao obediently voiced out and took the milk.

However, just as she finished the milk, the glass was immediately taken away by the man and put on the table. Before she could react, Song Qiao felt herself being lifted in a horizontal carry, instinctively clinging onto the man’s clothes, with a still unsettled expression on her face, "Lu Jingchen, what on earth are you doing?"

"Carrying you back to sleep!" Lu Jingchen glanced indifferently at the woman in his arms and lifted his feet toward the bedroom.

Only after he settled the woman down on the master bedroom’s large bed and seated her properly did he speak indifferently, "I have to go out tonight for something and might come back very late, behave~ go to sleep first!"

Song Qiao then noticed that the man was not wearing a bathrobe, but a white shirt and black trousers, and smelled of shower gel, clearly ready to head out after a bath.

Song Qiao didn’t argue with him, simply snuggled obediently into the quilt, and rather like a lazy cat, spoke with a soft and warm voice, "You go then, remember to turn off the light and close the door when you leave, I don’t want to get up again!"

Lu Jingchen chuckled, bent down to prop his hand beside her, and lowered his head to place a kiss on her lips before speaking gently, "Sleep well, I’m off!"

Only after both the light and door of the bedroom were successively shut did Song Qiao, who had been slightly closing her eyes, open them, a strange emotion emerging in her heart, and it was some time before she closed her eyes again to sleep.

In Night City’s second-floor VIP room for awhile, when Lu Jingchen arrived, the private room already had several people, among them Lin Musen and Gu Xicheng, as well as some girls specially arranged by Night City.

Lu Jingchen scanned the room and headed straight to a man in a suit sitting in a corner of the private room, sitting down beside him. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽

Xi Mohan, seeing Lu Jingchen sitting next to him, calmly pressed on the lighter, the pale blue flame instantly lighting the cigarette in his hand. He took a drag, and the tobacco-flavored white smoke slowly exhaled from beneath his nose. Flicking ash off with his finger, he spoke, "You here? I thought you were planning to stay home with your new bride and not come!"

Lu Jingchen, hearing Xi Mohan’s somewhat sarcastic voice, was unfazed and smiled faintly, "Likewise, but... I was under the impression that you were going to spend the night over at Ning Wan’s place before coming. What, after abstaining for a few years, once you’re back, you didn’t even go home after landing but went straight to her place and forced yourself on her, are you truly in love with her?"