But she just wanted to ask, to finally settle those unspoken questions, those answers that had always troubled her, on this very day. She wanted to know where his bottom line was, and where her escape route lay.
But would she really dare to hear the answer? If it were Xiang Qi, would she have the courage to face it? She thought about it and still didn't. So she pretended to be calm and took a sip of lemon juice: "I was just asking casually. You don't have to answer."
Murong Xiao put down his knife and fork, unusually serious: "Why would you ask such a question?"
Xiang Jin's face paled for a moment, then she gave a bitter smile. See? She'd made a fool of herself.
"Between you and her, there is no choice between you two."
"Because of you, Xiang Jin is one of a kind."
With a clatter, the fork in his hand fell to the ground. Xiang Jin stared at him blankly, her eyes momentarily lost in thought.
Did she hear correctly? Murong Xiao said she was unique. Shouldn't the unique one be Xiang Qi? Wasn't the person he liked Xiang Qi? Or perhaps he had fallen for someone else and didn't like Xiang Qi anymore?
It should be the latter, which is more likely.
After all, when has a man like him ever lacked women?
But recently I haven't seen him flirting with any socialites, nor have I seen any clues. At most, he just argues with me and gives me the silent treatment.
There were no waiters in the room, so he got up, took a knife and fork, and handed them to her. Seeing her dazed expression, he leaned down and pecked her lips: "What are you daydreaming about? Eat."
"Oh." In that instant, she seemed to see the tenderness in his eyes.
Xiang Jin, head down, was momentarily dazed when he saw him place the cut steak onto his plate.
Suddenly, she remembered that he had cooked vegetable porridge for her, stood up for her in the warehouse, and protected her even as Murong Xiao when she didn't know he was Jia Nian... He didn't hesitate to take her to meet his parents and reveal her identity to the public...
She also remembered that he said he would tell her something when he returned to China, but too many things happened afterward, and it never came to fruition.
A tiny answer was beginning to emerge in her mind, but she quickly suppressed it, thinking, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."
How could Murong Xiao possibly like her?
She wouldn't allow herself to have such thoughts. Once a person has delusions, they will have desires and demands, and when reality doesn't meet those desires, resentment and hatred will arise.
She would rather have never had it than suffer the pain it caused her.
After dinner, Murong Xiao took care of his work at the hotel. He didn't mention leaving, and neither did Xiang Jin.
They seemed to be in tacit agreement, neither of them wanting to spoil the atmosphere.
Bored out of her mind, Xiang Jin started browsing Weibo.
As soon as I opened the app, I saw the #hot# headline on Toutiao.
Xiang Jin clicked on the link with a gossip-loving attitude, wondering which celebrity's house had collapsed. She saw a pinned Weibo post.
Murong Xiao: No.
No, what do you mean no? Looking at the 80,000+ comments and reposts in less than an hour, Xiang Jin marveled at the speed at which netizens could gossip, and then belatedly realized what he had replied.
He was responding to the trending topic, no.
Xiang Qi is not Mrs. Murong.
The fox-like eyes were fixed on the word "no," and even though they were getting a little sore from staring at it for so long, the fox-like eyes refused to look away.
I noticed he replied to Weibo while he was eating. So, he was on his phone then just to post on Weibo? He's not usually one to respond to these things, and his Weibo posts are ridiculously clean; his recent posts are only reposts related to major collaborations.
But he deliberately posted about it on Weibo.
Perhaps it was for the sake of stabilizing Fengrong's stock price, but his actions still warmed her heart and gave her a feeling of being cherished.
The comments from netizens were also quite interesting:
"Hahahaha, do Xiang Qi's fans have any shame? Just now they were clamoring for Fang Xinman to apologize, hahaha, the funniest news of the year, bar none."
"Exactly! Lord Xiao personally stepped in to refute the rumors. That shows how much he likes Mrs. Murong. My god, I'm so envious of that woman!"
"She married a rich, devoted, and handsome man. What kind of good fortune did she accumulate in her past lives? Can I switch places with her for a couple of days?"
"It's just a political marriage, she's just an old hag, what's so great about her!"
"Exactly, A-Qi is much prettier than her!"
"Master Xiao only clarified the rumors for Feng Rong's sake. These people just can't see the situation clearly. He loves our A Qi in his heart! One day he will marry our A Qi."
"Xiang Qi is a mistress, Xiang Qi is a mistress, Xiang Qi is a mistress..."
…………
Just as everyone was enjoying the spectacle, someone in the comments section exclaimed, "My God, Old Master Murong posted on Weibo! What kind of commotion is this today!"
Old Master Murong, Murong Shan?
Xiang Jin quickly left the comments section and went to the old man's Weibo homepage.
Murong Shan's Weibo post was also very simple. Both grandfather and grandson were concise and to the point: "The weather is getting better, and cats and dogs are coming out to play. Fish need to take good care of themselves."
Then a picture of a goldfish was added.
"Hahaha, I can't laugh anymore! The old man is indirectly saying that some Tom, Dick, and Harry are shameless and talking nonsense."
"So Xiang Qi is just a nobody in the old man's eyes, hahaha, how can she still save face as the number one talented woman? She actually tried to ride on Mrs. Murong's coattails, shameless."
"What nonsense are you talking about upstairs? You run Lenovo, right? Did the old man specifically name anyone? What makes you think he's Aqi?"
"Some people are just like sour grapes."
Am I the only one curious about who the old man's "fish" is?
…………
Xiang Jin was watching with great interest when a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. Murong Xiao, who had finished his work, walked up behind her and patted her head: "What are you looking at? You seem so happy."
Xiang Jin handed over the phone.
"The old man is in a good mood, he actually thought of posting on Weibo." But it should be the butler typing and the old man dictating, as they always do.
Just then, Xiang Jin's phone rang; it was an unknown number.
She quickly answered the phone, and the voice on the other end was gentle and warm: "Ah Jin? I am the butler of the Murong family. You can also call me Rong Shun."
"Hello, Grandpa Rongshun." Xiang Jin still remembered him. He was the butler who had spoken up for him the last time she visited the Murong family. He must be someone that Murong Shan trusted.
"Hello. The old man saw the news online, but he's too embarrassed to admit it, so I'm calling to let you know."
"Don't take those rumors to heart. The old man will call and scold his grandson. You are his wife, no one can bully you. You two should take good care of yourselves and come back to have meals with the old man more often."
Then a fierce voice came from the other end: "What are you eating for? Who wants to eat with them? If you're so capable, then never come back."
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