Confrontation
"uncle."
Xu Zhiyan came back to his senses and walked over with a smile on his face. "Xiaoqiao, you're here. Uncle was too busy at work and forgot to tell you. Did I delay you for anything?"
"No."
"That's good. Why are you wearing white? Didn't your uncle prepare black clothes for you?" Xu Zhiyan looked around the banquet and said gently, "Go change."
After saying this, his face turned cold and he scolded the assistant following behind him, "How do you do things? Didn't you tell the young master what the requirements were today? Go get another black suit for the young master to change into."
The assistant behind him looked a little panicked and said, "Yes."
Xu Qiao watched him perform coldly, then stopped his assistant who was about to get his clothes and said indifferently, "Uncle, what day is today? Have you forgotten?"
What day is today?
At this time, the assistant whispered from behind, "Mr. Xu."
Xu Zhiyan turned his head and there was a rage in his eyes that he couldn't hide. "What's the matter?"
The assistant flinched. "It's your turn to speak."
Xu Zhiyan's eyes narrowed, then relaxed again, "I understand."
"Xiaoqiao, uncle is leaving first." Xu Zhiyan pretended to be relieved and patted Xu Qiao's shoulder. "You've grown so tall without me noticing. If I hadn't died so early, I don't know how relieved I would be to see you like this."
Then he patted Xu Qiao's shoulder vigorously again, adjusted his attire as the host of the banquet, and walked past Xu Qiao with a smile on his face.
"......" Xu Qiao turned his back to him and endured it. The time was not right yet.
Looking at Xu Qiao's back as he left the banquet, Xie's father gave Xie Yunchao a look.
Xie Yunchao was very impatient in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. While no one was paying attention to the speech on the stage, he also walked out.
The sound of water trickling from the end of the corridor came. Xie Yun rolled his eyes and walked over. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Xu Qiao bending over the sink with his head lowered. His face was covered with crystal clear water droplets that had not yet dried. They gathered along the skin texture and gathered at the jawline, then fell to the ground drop by drop with a crisp sound of "pa".
The two looked at each other in the mirror, and neither of them spoke first.
Xu Qiao stood up straight, picked up a few pieces of paper from the side and wiped the water stains on his face, threw the paper ball into the trash can and prepared to leave.
"..." Xu Qiao glanced at the arm that blocked his way, his expression calm and indifferent, completely failing to show his previous loss of composure in front of the mirror. "Is there something wrong?"
"Something's up, of course it's up." Xie Yunzhao slowly withdrew his hand from the air, then leaned his whole body against the wall. He lowered his head and sneered, "My father asked me to be friends with you."
"But unfortunately, I... don't really want to make friends with people I don't know well." He shrugged.
Xu Qiao stood there, his brows furrowed as he listened to this. "So?"
Ignoring Xu Qiao's indifferent attitude, Xie Yun took a step forward with a cheeky smile on his face.
"——I'll teach you how to pursue Song Yu, and you and I can pretend to be friends. How about that?"
"Bang!"
Xie Yunchao was slammed against the hard wall. His collar was tightly grasped, almost suffocating him. He raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender, tilted his head and pulled a faint smile, "...Ahem...buddy, don't be so violent...Xiaoyu doesn't like this..."
Xu Qiao stared at him, his eyes as deep and piercing as ten thousand years of ice, "Shut up."
"People like you don't deserve to be with her."
The shackles around his throat were loosened, and he inhaled deep gulps of cool air, causing him to cough. The sound of footsteps by his ears grew farther and farther away. Xie Yunchao lowered his head and covered his bruised throat, his voice hoarse and panting, "...Fuck...this motherless lunatic..."
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