Ao Qian stared at Song Xiwei for a long while before finally speaking: "What...what are you going to do?"

He didn't quite understand.

He found Song Xiwei's smile so beautiful that he focused all his attention on it, ignoring what she actually meant.

"Xiao Zhuang has made the arrangements. If you really want to go, I'll take you with me later. But, do you want to ask about Miss Ruoliao?"

"What does it have to do with her?"

Aoqian's face was full of displeasure.

Song Xiwei said, "She'll be bored staying here alone. Besides, she's your fiancée after all..."

"Song Xiwei, we're going to take care of serious business!" Aoqian reminded her in a deep voice.

Song Xiwei corrected, "It's important business, but it's not very strict. Bringing Ruoliao along won't have any impact..."

"You keep talking nonsense! Song Xiwei, you're always looking for something better than what you have! You have Xiao Zhuang as your little tagalong, but you still have your eyes on others!" Aoqian's anger was so intense that he could no longer contain himself.

Song Xiwei was speechless. Look at what this guy is saying.

She calmed herself down and asked, "Are you jealous?"

Ao Qian's expression changed drastically. Under Song Xiwei's gaze, he felt extremely uncomfortable, turned his face away, and even stammered, "I, I, I just..."

“You’ve really misunderstood, Young Master. I have absolutely no improper thoughts about Miss Ruoliao,” Song Xiwei explained.

Aoqian was stunned for a moment, and after seemingly realizing that Song Xiwei's jealousy was not the same as his understanding of jealousy, he regained his composure.

"Young Master, I really have no improper thoughts about your fiancée." Ao Qian remained silent, and Song Xiwei, fearing that it would create a rift between the two, repeated herself to Ao Qian.

This time, Ao Qian spoke, his tone unreadable, "Oh."

"Then, shall you go and call Miss Ruoliao?" Song Xiwei pointed in the direction of Aoqian's room.

Aoqian's face suddenly darkened again. "Song Xiwei, are you never going to stop!"

Song Xi coughed slightly, "I just feel that it's not good to leave that young lady there alone, especially since she came all this way for you..."

"Ha, you just said you had no improper thoughts about her, but now you're the one showing compassion for her alone. Song Xiwei, can I really trust you?" Ao Qian stared at Song Xiwei with a sinister look, on the verge of exploding with rage.

Song Xiwei quickly changed her tune, "Of course you can trust me, Young Master. I'm your best partner!"

Ao Qian was furious and wished he could pry open Song Xiwei's head to see what was inside.

Along the way, Aoqian was seething with anger until he followed Song Xiwei out of the back mountain of Fengbo Valley.

Many people have already gathered.

Xiao Zhuang was handing out number plates in a very professional manner.

Upon seeing Song Xiwei arrive, Xiao Zhuang hurried over and excitedly explained the current situation to her.

Song Xiwei praised Xiao Zhuang a few times.

Aoqian glanced at the long queue. He was smart and immediately figured out what Song Xiwei was up to.

But considering his anger hadn't subsided and Song Xiwei's attitude was bad, he didn't want to talk to her.

Song Xiwei ignored Aoqian and went straight over to chat with those people.

As Aoqian's coughing grew louder and louder, even Xiao Zhuang couldn't stand it anymore. She tugged at Song Xiwei's sleeve and said, "Why is that young master coughing like that? Don't let him cause any more trouble!"

Song Xiwei glanced back at Aoqian, who hurriedly turned his head to the side.

Song Xi lowered her voice and explained to Xiao Zhuang, "He thinks I have improper thoughts about his fiancée, so he's throwing a tantrum at me. I just haven't figured out how to coax him yet!"