Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 65 You're asking for it.
Xiao Jiayang was speechless for a moment after being rebuked.

He had never seen Nan Wu like this before; her mouth was slurring like a gong, sharp, arrogant, and domineering.

Seeing that her eyes were red, he softened his tone, "I was just worried. You didn't even tell me where you went. Okay, Xiaowu, don't be sad. I'll talk to you nicely next time!"

Nan Wu struggled to break free from him, feeling wronged. "You always do this, and I don't always have to forgive you. I've eaten, I've accepted the gift, and I have other things to do, so I'm leaving now!"

"No, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, listen to me..." Xiao Jiayang slowly withdrew Er Kang's hand, his gaze turning elsewhere as if deep in thought.

Could it be that he's just overthinking things?

Only after getting into her car did Nanwu's tense back finally relax completely.

She had to give herself a pat on the back for her acting skills just now; judging from Xiao Jiayang's expression, he had most likely been fooled.

Today's trip to the Xiao family was full of twists and turns, but fortunately we escaped danger.

Just then, Nan Dongxue received a phone call.

"Where are you? Why aren't you back yet?" Nan Dongxue asked coldly.

Nan Wu glanced at the historic plaque above the Xiao family's gate, which read "Xiao Residence" in flowing, majestic calligraphy.

"Why are you here for dinner at the Xiao family's house?"

Upon hearing that he was in the Xiao family, Nan Dongxue immediately changed his tone, "So you're in the Xiao family. Not bad, not bad. We should get to know the elders of the Xiao family better. Please give my regards to Old Master Xiao and the other branches of the family next time. Who knows, our Nan family might need some of them in the future."

Nan Wu ignored his obsequious expression and said, "I'm hanging up now!"

"Hey, wait a minute! Don't wander off after you finish eating. Come home early if you have nothing to do. Dad needs to see you!"

the other side.

Qian Ke'er waited for a full hour in the secluded courtyard where Xiao Shen lived.

"Didn't Brother Shen come back early? Why isn't he here yet?" she questioned the maid who brought the fruit.

"Well... I'm not too sure either. Maybe she went to see the old man. If Miss Qian is getting impatient, why don't you call Fourth Master and ask?"

Qian Ke'er was already impatient, and because she hadn't seen Xiao Shen, she was already furious. Now she had found a scapegoat: "How dare you order me around!"

"Miss!" Musa hurriedly pressed down on her hand that was gripping the teacup and shook her head.

Qian Ke'er realized what was happening belatedly, but her anger hadn't subsided. She said fiercely, "Useless thing, get out!"

The maid retreated tremblingly.

Just then, I bumped into the protagonist at the door. "Fourth Master!"

Xiao Shen glanced at the maid's tearful face and waved her away.

"Brother Shen, you're finally back! I've been waiting for so long!" Upon seeing Xiao Shen, Qian Ke'er seemed to return to normal after her period, displaying the liveliness and friendliness that a young girl should have.

Xiao Shen didn't even glance at her, brushed past her and sat down in the retro-style leather sofa, crossing his long legs and casually picking up a magazine. "I already told you I was late, why did you have to come?"

Qian Ke'er was about to take his hand when she missed. She froze for a few seconds before pulling back, a charming smile on her face, and plopped down on the armrest of the sofa next to Xiao Shen.

"Brother Shen, I've been here for so long and you haven't contacted me at all. Did I offend you somehow? Tell me, and I'll change!"

Qian Ke'er is cruel and domineering in public, but in front of Xiao Shen she is like a shy little girl. She is willing to put aside her pride in front of the person she likes.

Xiao Shen tilted his head, his brows furrowed slightly as he raised a finger at her, "What are you saying? Miss Qian, I can't accept this!"

With a cigarette between his lips and his hands instinctively reaching into his pockets, Qian Ke'er grabbed the lighter from the coffee table and lit Xiao Shen's cigarette herself. "Brother Shen, you deserve it, you absolutely deserve it!"

Knowing Xiao Shen's personality—difficult to talk to and difficult to approach—Qian Ke'er's eyes darted around. "Brother Shen, I haven't been to the mall much since I came here. Grandpa Xiao said you have good taste and wants you to take me to pick out a few things. Do you have time? Don't worry, it won't take long!" Xiao Shen exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke billowing around him like a high-quality filter, making him appear even more handsome, dashing, and exuding an air of nobility.

Qian Ke'er stared blankly, lost in thought.

How could anyone not love a man like that? It's just a pity that no one but her is worthy to stand by his side.

"it is good!"

I thought Xiao Shen would refuse cleanly and decisively like last time, but to my surprise, he actually agreed.

Qian Ke'er was overjoyed, "That's great, Brother Shen, you're so kind! Brother Shen, you..."

"I have other things to take care of, you can do as you please!" After saying that, he stubbed out half of his cigarette and walked away without waiting for Qian Ke'er's reply.

Qian Ke'er chased after him for a few steps, opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"Miss, Fourth Master is really disrespectful. He's like this every time we meet. He should feel honored that you came to see him in person. He's so ungrateful!"

Musa couldn't stand it anymore. She thought that Qian Ke'er was a love-obsessed person behind the scenes. But when she thought about it carefully, wasn't she the same way?
Qian Ke'er was happy, and her fierceness lessened considerably. Even the tea tasted sweet. "Brother Shen agreed to go shopping with me, which shows that he treats me differently. He just looks too unapproachable, but I don't care about that!"

"By the way, Musa, hurry up and contact Salon to pick out an outfit for me to go shopping with Brother Shen tomorrow. I want him to see how beautiful I am!"

"Yes!"

Several unfamiliar sports cars were parked outside the Nan family's gate. Although they weren't top-of-the-line, they were still brands that only the wealthy could afford.

The courtyard was brightly lit and extremely noisy.

Nanwu's car slowly drove in, and from a distance, one could see the birthday party venue set up in the center of the courtyard.

There were flowers, dining tables and chairs, flashing neon lights, a musician playing the violin in the middle, and foreign chefs demonstrating their Western culinary skills.

Handsome men and beautiful women, clinking glasses.

"Rou Rou, you look absolutely stunning today, like a princess, no one can compare!"

"This dress is so beautiful! Which shop did you get it custom-made? It must have been expensive, right?"

"Your mother looks so young and elegant; she has the air of someone from a wealthy family!"

Jiang Rourou was surrounded by people, enjoying the praise and envy.

She enjoys this feeling of being high and mighty, which greatly satisfies her vanity.

Nan Wu scoffed and walked straight toward the main building without glancing to the side.

"Sister!" Jiang Rourou, with her sharp eyes, spotted her.

Everyone's eyes turned to look at them.

Jiang Rourou began her performance, "Sister, have you eaten? The Western chef Dad hired is quite good, why don't you come and try some?"

She affectionately took Nan Wu's hand, her smile warm, creating the illusion of a harmonious sisterly relationship.

Nanwu never held back her annoyance, regardless of the occasion or time, and she never hid it. She would confront her when necessary and deal with her when she needed to.

Jiang Rourou was lightly brushed aside by her. "Sorry, I have social anxiety!"

Jiang Rourou gritted her teeth, remaining steadfast, "It's okay, they're all my friends, so naturally they're my sister's friends too. We'll get to know each other better after a couple of times!"

Nan Wu suddenly leaned closer, arms crossed, a forced smile on her face, "Are you looking for a beating?"

(End of this chapter)