Cold-hearted
664 Words
"Mom, don't you want to ask me about..." Even though she felt
disappointed, Xia Qiao couldn't help but try to probe, hoping Zhang Qin would give her a sliver of hope. "Oh, don't worry. I'll take good care of Grandma! I'm going to visit her today and even bought her favorite abalone pastry! Mom is busy right now, so I'll hang up for now!"
Xia Qiao pursed her lips, about to speak when she heard Xia
Mo er s whiny voice faintly on the other end: "Mom! I told you not to answer the phone, look at your nails."
In that instant, Xia Qiao s heart felt as cold as iron.
After pushing her into the fire, her mother and sister were happily going for manicures? They weren' t at all concerned about what she might face in the Pei family.
Just like in the past years, she, their daughter, was always dispensable.
"Mom, remember to visit Grandma. If she asks about me, just say I'm busy with school and don't have time. I'm hanging up now."
Xia Qiao put her phone away. raising her arm to cover her eyes, trying to prevent the heavy tears from falling.
Last night was her first time.
She woke up this morning already sore all over, and after helping Pei Lichuan bathe, she was exhausted, her eyelids so heavy she could barely keep them open.
After wiping away her tears, Xia Qiao fell into a drowsy sleep.
Outside the mansion, the iron gate creaked open slightly, and a
Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove in, coming to a stop at the front gate.
Soon, the car door opened, and a tall man stepped out. He had slicked-back hair, gold-rimmed glasses, a stern face, and an aura of cold severity!
Anyone who looked at him would surely think he was a very serious person!
He hadn't walked far when a
rumbling sound came from behind. A bright red, flashy sports car had already parked beside the
Rolls-Royce. "Hi, Shen Anbei!"
A man, equally tall, emerged from the sports car. He was dressed in casual wear, handsome with a head of golden curls, looking very
stylish and rebellious.
"Mm." The man called Shen Anbei responded indifferently, not
turning his head as he entered the building.
"Hey! Wait for me!"Fu Cheng quickly followed, laughing as he put an arm around Shen Anbei's shoulder, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Don' t always keep a straight face: you' ll scare the ladies away!"
"None of your business!" Shen Anbei pushed his hand away and pressed the elevator button. Fu Cheng pouted in boredom, "You're only thirty, but you live like you're seventy or eighty. It' s exhausting!"
As he spoke, the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival.
The basement of the mansion was an entertainment area, complete with games, KTV, and a cinema. As soon as they exited the
elevator, they saw Pei Lichuan drinking alone in frustration.
"Our groom is sulking early in the morning. Who made you unhappy?" Fu Cheng said, hands in his
pockets, sitting down on the sofa next to Pei Lichuan with his legs crossed, looking quite provoking. Pei Lichuan gave him a sidelong glance, saying nothing, and poured more vodka into his glass, downing it in one go.
Fu Cheng shrug ged, "Did Xia Mo' er upset you?"
"Don t mention her!" Pei
Lichuan s brows furrowed deeply. He gripped the glass tightly,
slamming it onto the table.
His voice was laced with sarcasm and an unreadable coldness.
Fu Cheng shrugged, pouring drinks for himself and Shen Anbei, and boldly said, "Lichuan, don' t get mad! It was your wedding night last night, didn t you... um, um, um..." The man made suggestive faces, his eyes full of innuendo.
Mentioning this made Pei Lichuan want to strangle Xia Qiao! Just thinking about how he was forced into bed with that woman made him feel a surge of humiliation.
Pei Lichuan's mood darkened significantly, glaring at Fu Cheng fiercely, "Boring!"
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