Chapter 87 Becoming His Legally Wives
On the note, there was an address and a mobile phone number written in untidy handwriting.
The coordinates are Sioux City.
An Ning frowned slightly. This was indeed Song Xiaoyu's handwriting. When they lived together, she often joked that her handwriting looked like a worm practicing martial arts.
The address in Sucheng...should be her new address after she moved.
That......
"Sister Chen." An Ning looked up at the woman in front of her, "Besides this, do you have anything else?"
"No more." Sister Chen pointed to the envelope in her hand and said, "When she moved out, she cleaned the house and left this envelope on the coffee table. She called me and told me to put it away and give it to you when she has the chance."
Didn’t Song Xiaoyu leave the divorce certificate to her?
An Ning looked at the note in her hand. Could it be that Xiaoyu left the address so that she could find her and get the divorce certificate back in person?
That should be the case.
After putting the note away, An Ning chatted with Sister Chen for a few more minutes. Not long after, Sister Chen received a phone call and left.
An Ning then took out the note again, took out her cell phone and dialed the number on it.
The moment she dialed the phone, she couldn't help but feel excited.
I haven't seen Xiaoyu for a few years. Contacting her again seemed to bring back memories of the time when I lived with her and went out to work early and came back late.
"beep--"
There was a dialing sound coming from the phone.
At this moment, An Ning's eyes, which were unintentionally looking out the window, suddenly froze.
Through the huge glass of the coffee shop, she saw a shiny black luxury car parked across the street outside the window.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and slender figure came out of the car.
Unlike his usual suits and ties, the black casual clothes made his cool temperament look more relaxed.
His profile when he got off the car was straight and tall, with particularly prominent brow bones and nose bones. Even across the street, one could see the depth of his facial features.
Everyone passing by on the street cast admiring glances at him.
Just standing there, you can't take your eyes off it because it's so beautiful.
An Ning's heart seemed to skip a beat and kept pounding.
It’s Lu Xiyan!
She stared at his slender figure, her heart seeming to jump out of her throat.
But the next second, her breath stopped and her boiling blood gradually cooled down.
Following Lu Xiyan out of the car was a slender and graceful figure, wearing a light-colored long skirt, long straight hair down to the waist, and a beautiful face.
Her white fingertips rested lightly on the man's arm, and she smiled as she looked up at him.
An Ning's fingertips were cold, and the hand holding the phone couldn't help but tighten.
Cheng Wanwan held his arm affectionately, and the two of them behaved very intimately, and their figures walking together were particularly well-matched.
Two figures walked towards the high-end and luxurious building opposite. An Ning looked up and saw a high-end wedding dress customization store.
Her throat felt like it was being strangled, making it hard for her to breathe. An Ning's eyes were filled with sadness, and she tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to flow.
Even though Lu Qinghe said their engagement was fake, An Ning was still extremely jealous.
I clearly have no right to be jealous, but I feel so uncomfortable that I can't breathe.
"Are you sick? You called me and didn't say anything!"
An Ning finally reacted when she heard a loud grumbling voice on the phone. She looked back at the phone screen. The call had already lasted for dozens of seconds...
"I told you I'll pay you back when the time comes. I, Song Xiaoyu, keep my word. Don't call me like that again! Otherwise, you won't get a single cent!"
The other party finished speaking in a loud voice and was about to hang up the phone immediately.
"Little fish!"
An Ning quickly spoke, her voice trembling, "Xiao Yu, I'm An Ning."
She couldn't have mistaken Song Xiaoyu's voice. It was Song Xiaoyu on the other end of the phone. She finally got through to her!
An Ning thought that the other party would also be excited when hearing her voice, but she didn't expect that -
"Who?" The other party paused and asked coldly, "What was your name?"
"Xiaoyu, I'm An Ning." An Ning said softly, "I'm the An Ning who has lived with you in Xiyuan Village since we were young."
"Oh." The other party said in a cold and nonchalant tone, "I don't remember much. What's wrong?"
"Xiaoyu...you really don't remember me?"
An Ning didn't think that the other party would really forget her. After all, they grew up together, and the days when they supported and accompanied each other after graduation were so profound.
"Oh!"
A sneer came from the other end of the phone, "I remember now. It's An Ning who left without a word back then. How come you remember me now after being gone for a few years?"
"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry..."
An Ning apologized softly, "If possible, can we meet?"
The other party hesitated for a few seconds, "Are you in Jining?"
"Back to Jinghai." An Ning asked softly, "How about you, are you in Sucheng?"
"I'm in Jinghai too."
An Ning's eyes were filled with surprise. "My mom said that your family moved to Sucheng. What are you—"
Before An Ning could finish her words, she was interrupted by the other party who gave her an address. Song Xiaoyu quickly said, "I'm free at 7pm."
After hanging up the phone, An Ning stared at the dialed number with a frown.
Xiaoyu has been in Jinghai all the time?
......
After taking the measurements, Cheng Wanwan communicated with the designer about her needs for the dress. When she turned around, she saw a man in casual clothes standing by the window, with his head slightly lowered, as if looking at his phone.
The smile on her lips froze, and Cheng Wanwan felt unhappy.
They said they were here to customize a dress together, but since arriving here, Lu Xiyan has hardly expressed any opinions. He just said, "As long as you like it."
No matter what kind of dress she chose and asked him if it looked good, he would just say "hmm" indifferently and let her choose.
Although she was very unhappy, Cheng Wanwan told herself that Xiyan's willingness to accompany her proved that their relationship had taken a step forward.
It didn't matter that he was cold. As long as everything went well, she could marry him and become his legitimate wife.
It won’t be too late for her to worry about these things after she gets married.
"Xi Yan."
Cheng Wanwan walked over with a smile and asked, "I've already discussed this with the designer. Do you have anything else to add?"
Lu Xiyan's eyes were always on the screen, which displayed a message sent a few minutes ago.
[I heard your mother was not feeling well. Is she feeling better today?]
His cold eyes stared at the message, his fingers falling on the keyboard and then withdrawing.
"Xi Yan?"
Seeing that he didn't seem to hear her, Cheng Wanwan shouted again.
Hearing footsteps, Lu Xiyan came back to his senses and turned around, "Hmm? Nothing to add, just do as you like."
Glancing at the lit screen in his hand, Cheng Wanwan's smile persisted. She stepped forward and straightened his collar with a friendly gesture, "Then I can help you pick out your suit style too?"
"Yeah." Lu Xiyan took a step back, put away his phone, and avoided her intimate behavior.
Cheng Wanwan curled the corners of her mouth and saw the conspicuous "7" on his screen.
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