Sheng Changxiu glanced at Ning Qiluo who had come out.

She stood at the doorway, watching her take Jiang Yingchi's hand. Was that anger on her face? Or jealousy? But Qi Luo, you give me whatever I want. If I want Jiang Yingchi, will you give it to me too?

Thinking of this, Sheng Changxiu slowly curved his lips into a smile, lowering his eyelids: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

After saying that, she loosened her grip on Jiang Yingchi's sleeve.

Actually, it was Jiang Yingchi who withdrew her hand first, but after her words, the atmosphere changed.

Ning Qiluo stood at the door, her head throbbing, her heart pounding—a feeling of utter distress. She didn't flinch; instead, she stepped forward, pulled Jiang Yingchi aside, and said to Sheng Changxiu, "Don't even think about taking my man!"

"Qi Luo, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Sheng Changxiu seemed to only then realize that Ning Qiluo was also there, and her expression showed a slight surprise.

Jiang Yingchi withdrew his hand, only then realizing that Ning Qiluo had come out. He didn't know if she would misunderstand, but he could explain. However, her reaction surprised him, bringing him even more joy.

This means he is her property.

Ning Qiluo thus shielded Jiang Yingchi from direct contact with Sheng Changxiu, saying, "Unfortunately, because you wouldn't appear here for no reason."

“Yes, I certainly wouldn’t be here for no reason.” Sheng Changxiu’s eyes shifted. “I’m here for Mr. Jiang. I’m here to return an item to Mr. Jiang that he accidentally left with me last time.”

After Sheng Changxiu finished speaking, Ning Qiluo's face turned dark.

When did Jiang Yingchi and Sheng Changxiu become so close?

They even left the items with Sheng Changxiu.

Most importantly, Sheng Changxiu actually delivered it back personally!

She didn't immediately turn around to question Jiang Yingchi, but instead retorted to Sheng Changxiu: "You must be mistaken, he didn't leave any items with you."

"Oh? You misremembered?" Sheng Changxiu looked at Jiang Yingchi behind Ning Qiluo, a slight smile in his eyes. "Why don't you let Mr. Jiang recall for himself?"

Ning Qiluo turned around abruptly to look at Jiang Yingchi.

His expression seemed to be one of disbelief; had he really been involved with Sheng Changxiu?

Jiang Yingchi felt utterly innocent under that gaze, yet she offered no explanation, only offering a single reminder: "Do you believe her?"

Ning Qiluo was completely at a loss.

She didn't need to believe Sheng Changxiu's words, but the way Sheng Changxiu sounded like they were really close, so Ning Qiluo couldn't help but overthink things.

At this moment, Sheng Changxiu said slowly with a smile, "Qi Luo, I haven't seen you in so long. Come here, shall we talk?"

Ning Qiluo turned around and looked at the face she hated so much. In her heart, she felt a thousand and one reasons not to get close to her, and she didn't even want to talk to her.

But when she saw Sheng Changxiu adjust her skirt, revealing half of her leg, she took a deep breath and walked towards her anyway.

Without Sheng Changxiu needing to say anything, she squatted down in front of her.

That way, she would have to look up at her.

It had been more than two years since I last saw Sheng Changxiu. Her smile was still so gentle, and every word she said was still irresistible to her, because if she refused her, the guilt would suffocate her.

"Qi Luo".

Sheng Changxiu reached out and took Ning Qiluo's hand.

Holding hands like this makes the two seem very close: "What's between Mr. Jiang and me is actually nothing, don't overthink it."