Qiao Qiao got up and walked to Le Yao's side, reaching out to pinch her cheek: "Baby, you still don't quite understand the earnest hopes of parents, especially those who urge their children to get married. You're practically like Tang Sanzang! Old Qiao and his wife can't urge their son, so they can only mess with me, their daughter."
Le Yao twitched the corner of her mouth, and suddenly remembered her own parents, who started nagging her to find a boyfriend as soon as she started working.
"That bastard Lu Min'an brought his parents to my house and acted all wronged, asking me to take responsibility." Qiao Qiao gritted her teeth. "He acted like a woman. If we weren't evenly matched in martial arts, I would have really wanted to beat him up."
"You're equally skilled, so why should you get away with it?" Le Yao couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I think it's probably a conspiracy of his."
Qiao Qiao's eyes widened instantly, and she suddenly hugged Le Yao tightly: "Baby, you reminded me! I didn't even think of that." If she had thought of that earlier, why would she have been so conflicted? Even if it ended in a draw, she would still have gone to beat that bastard up.
"Because women in love have basically negative IQs."
"I'm not in a relationship." Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes, but then turned around and went to the closet to find clothes. "However, I won't let that bastard get away with this." She pulled out a set of sportswear and, without caring about Le Yao, took off her pajamas and put it on. "You go back first, and we'll talk when I'm done with my revenge."
"Do you need my help?"
"Honey, who can you beat?"
"I..." Le Yao wanted to say, do you think this kind of problem can be solved by fighting? Besides, she said she would help, not that she would fight. We live in a civilized society, and we need to win people over with virtue.
"Honey, I appreciate your kindness, but wait until you've trained for another two years and can fight me to a draw before you help me." Qiao Qiao patted Le Yao's face. "I'm leaving." Then she walked away triumphantly.
Le Yao: ...
In the end, she could only hurry downstairs and ask Lü Aijun to follow her, telling him to call her if anything happened.
Although she didn't think Qiaoqiao would be in any danger, she was still worried.
After Lü Aijun and his men followed in their car, she said goodbye to Aunt Ling and left Qiaoqiao's villa. However, as soon as she reached the gate of her own villa, she saw a person leaning against the wall and was taken aback: "Nangong Jue? What are you doing here? Are you going to become buddies with the street lamp?"
Nangong Jue's lips twitched. He had given up. He would never expect to hear anything nice from this woman. His face immediately showed a helpless, aggrieved, and sad expression: "I said I was going to pick you up. Why didn't you wait for me?"
Le Yao was taken aback, then remembered what the other person had said earlier, and couldn't help but slap her forehead: "I forgot."
“Forget…” Nangong Jue took a deep breath. “Alan, can’t you care about me a little more?” As he spoke, he glanced sourly at Qiao Qiao’s villa. He never imagined that one day, on his way to win back his wife, the woman would become his biggest rival in love.
Nobody would believe me if I told them.
"How can I care?" Le Yao frowned. "Don't forget, we're already divorced."
Nangong Jue felt a lump in his throat; the divorce felt like a tattered rag, almost giving him a heart attack: "I told you, I'm pursuing you."
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