Duan Jiaxu's mood was extremely complicated at this moment.
He looked at Song Jiao who was sitting opposite him. This woman not only didn't care who he was with, but she could even say those words in such a relaxed tone.
An inexplicable panic welled up in his heart. Could it be that his previous stimulation method had the opposite effect?
Song Jiao seemed to be unaware of his inner struggle. She ate breakfast quietly, and every movement seemed so elegant and calm.
After eating and drinking her fill, she slowly raised her head, a hint of teasing in her clear eyes, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"
She paused and continued, "Bringing women back is fine, but can you find some good-looking ones? Or ones that look somewhat similar to me? Bringing back these slutty bitches, if you don't feel disgusted, I do."
When the woman heard this, her face instantly turned ugly.
She stood up suddenly and slammed her hands on the table. "Who are you calling disgusting?" Her voice was sharp and piercing, breaking the silence of the restaurant.
However, Song Jiao didn't even raise her eyelids, and just spat out a few words coldly: "Standing in the toilet without taking a shit. If Jia Xu really likes you, what does it have to do with me? In the final analysis, you are the one who is disliked!"
"How dare you..." The woman wanted to continue to refute in frustration, but was interrupted by a crisp slap.
It was Duan Jiaxu who made the move. His face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a coldness. "Who gave you the right to say such things about her?"
The woman was stunned. She covered her cheeks and looked at Duan Jiaxu in disbelief.
Duan Jiaxu didn't give her any chance to explain and directly ordered the bodyguard behind him: "Get out of here now! Don't show up in front of me again, or I will let you know what it means to live a life worse than death!"
The bodyguards quickly stepped forward and carried the woman out.
During the entire process, Duan Jiaxu didn't even look at her again.
Seeing this scene, a flash of sarcasm passed through Song Jiao's eyes.
She scoffed softly, "Tsk, you were so affectionate last night, and you're sending him away today?"
Duan Jiaxu turned to look at her, his eyes revealing a bit of helplessness and warning, "Qianjiu, don't go too far!" Although he likes Qianjiu, it doesn't mean that she can act recklessly.
However, Song Jiao did not take his warning to heart.
She looked up at him and smiled even more wantonly, "What if I say no?" There was a hint of provocation and unwillingness to admit defeat in her voice.
Duan Jiaxu was very angry. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
However, when he saw Song Jiao's nonchalant expression, all his rationality collapsed in an instant. He stood up suddenly and turned away.
Song Jiao looked at his back, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.
In the afternoon, sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light into Song Jiao's room.
She lay lazily on the bed, stretching her body like an elegant cat.
The soft big bed gently wrapped her, making her feel extremely comfortable and at ease.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, enjoying this rare moment of peace.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, breaking the moment of silence.
Then came Qian Yueqian's familiar and slightly excited voice: "Jiujiu, are you there?"
Song Jiao stood up gracefully and walked towards the door. She opened the door and saw Qian Yueqian's smiling face.
Qian Yueqian stood at the door, her eyes flashing with envy, and she kept looking at everything around her.
As soon as she entered the door, she was shocked by the luxuriously decorated villa.
Elegant furniture, exquisite furnishings and spacious space all demonstrate the luxury and taste of this villa.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that this was indeed a villa area for the rich.
Compared to the luxury here, the environment she lived in before was like another world.
She once thought she had lived a good life, but now she truly realized that it was poverty that limited her imagination.
Song Jiao looked at Qian Yueqian's surprised expression, and a hint of teasing flashed in her eyes.
She smiled and invited Qian Yueqian to come in and sit down, then asked casually, "How is it? My home is nice, right?"
Qian Yueqian nodded and exclaimed, "That's amazing! I never thought that a person could live in such a luxurious place."
Song Jiao smiled faintly, "Then why don't you stay with me? I'm really too bored alone!"
Qian Yueqian agreed without hesitation to live in such a place.
They say that those who are close to water get the moon first, so shouldn't this be arranged? Then let her feel confident.
"Jiaojiao, you are so lucky! It's really enviable that you can marry a man like Duan Jiaxu!" Qian Yueqian couldn't help but sigh as soon as she entered the door.
Song Jiao smiled faintly and said nothing.
She knew that Qian Yueqian came to her not just to say these compliments.
Sure enough, Qian Yueqian paused and continued, "Jiujiu, can you introduce me to a man like Duan Jiaxu? I also want to find a good man to marry."
Song Jiao was slightly stunned, but then a sly smile appeared on her lips, and she said briskly, "Then I'm going to ask Jia Xu if he has any single good brothers and introduce one to you!"
There was a hint of mischief in her words, as if opening a door to a new world for Qian Yueqian.
When Qian Yueqian heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she saw the dawn of hope.
However, the radiance was fleeting, and her eyes dimmed again. She whispered with some inferiority, "But I'm worried that I might not be able to do it. I'm not even as pretty as you!"
Seeing this, Song Jiao felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.
But she quickly concealed her emotions and gently comforted him, "Don't underestimate yourself. You've always told me you're very beautiful!"
Her voice was soft and firm, as if it had a magical power that made Qian Yueqian raise her head involuntarily, and hope rekindled in her eyes.
"Really?" Although Qian Yueqian asked a rhetorical question, the surprise and expectation in her tone were obvious.
Song Jiao smiled and nodded, deciding to strike while the iron was hot. "How could I possibly lie to you? Come, I'll show you my closet. Let's dress up and make you a stunning beauty!"
As she spoke, she stood up and pulled Qian Yueqian towards her cloakroom.
As the door opened, a dazzling array of clothing and accessories came into view. Song Jiao proudly displayed her collection, while Qian Yueqian was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, dazzled by the sight.
The laughter of the two echoed in the cloakroom, as if adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to this luxurious space.
Qian Yueqian was extremely envious of this scene, and other thoughts quietly arose in her heart.
If Qianjiu can do it, why can't I?
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