"No way!" Luo Qiao declined at once.
She had lived here since she was a child. This building held all of her childhood memories. Even the tree at the front door was planted by her and her late Grandma. So there was no way she was leaving!
And it was likely for this same reason that her father had sold him the villa.
Ming Siran raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you planning on staying here with me then?"
Luo Qiao, "…"
Seconds later, she exploded out in fury, "Only a dog would want to stay with you!" No wait, that didn't sound right. Immediately she corrected herself, "I'm not going to live with a dog!"
Ming Siran, "…"
Her WeChat was chiming non-stop. When Luo Qiao glanced at it, she saw there were messages from Mu Lan. She clicked into them.
Mu Lan: Is Daddy Financier there? Is Daddy Financier there? Is Daddy Financier there?
Luo Qiao burst out laughing. She walked into the living room and sat on the sofa before typing out the reply: Daddy's here.
Immediately a video call came from the girl.
The moment she picked up the call, Mu Lan's arrogant laughter floated through as she said, "Babe, do you know everyone in the entertainment circle is feeling like they've been slapped in the face by you? Especially that Zhang Lingling - she was the first celebrity to insult you on Weibo when the whole episode happened. She's now deleted that blog and has even gone as far as to say that one look and she knew you were the daughter of a wealthy family, so well brought up… even dogs are not as good at boot licking hahahaha…"
Luo Qiao laughed, and after that offered an apology, "I'm sorry Mu Lan, I didn't hide it from you on purpose."
Mu Lan said with a wave of her hand, "Aye! Between sisters, what's the big deal! I don't care."
Luo Qiao sighed in relief. She was worried that Mu Lan would start avoiding her over this matter.
As Luo Qiao got onto her feet, Mu Lan caught a glimpse of the house and her eyes widened in shock. "F*ck me, what sort of magical house is that? Do your family members play golf in the living room?"
Mu Lan's description amused Luo Qiao so much that she started laughing. Then the two of them started chatting about everything.
Until fifteen minutes later, when she spotted the man walking out of the dining room into the living room…
Ming Siran picked up his car key. The well-cut suit brought out his tall and trim physique and made him look exceptionally exquisite. He slightly tilted his head towards her and said in a relaxed drawl, "I'm going to work. Have a good think about whether you want to stay here with me."
Luo Qiao pursed her lips tightly.
The chattering Mu Lan suddenly stopped talking. Then she exclaimed in surprise, "Qiao Qiao, you have a boyfriend?!"
Luo Qiao immediately rolled her eyes and replied, "What sort of joke is that? Even if I were on the brink of death, even if I had to throw myself off the building, I wouldn't be dating him!"
With a hand in his trouser pockets, Ming Siran glanced at her indifferently. After a moment, he reached out to open the door, then left without any show of emotions.
After he was gone, Luo Qiao went upstairs and took a look around, and then did the same downstairs.
Her father had sold the villa with everything in it to Ming Siran. Even her bag and accessories were still hanging in the cloakroom, untouched.
This cunning old man!
She mumbled a few words of complaint and took her clothes out of the suitcase. Then she walked into the guest bathroom.
This was her home and she was using the guest bathroom! Luo Qiao thought angrily as she slammed her items on the counter. Where was the justice!
After a shower, she walked out drying her hair and at the same time picked up her cell phone to glance through the news.
Although it had been a few hours since she exposed her own identity, the news was still gaining momentum on the internet. A few of the marketing accounts that were slamming her excessively earlier on were now playing dead. Out of those who had ridiculed her, some had gone silent, some shamelessly said that it was all a misunderstanding, and others, instead of apologizing, continued to berate her.
As she scrolled through the news, Luo Qiao's expression was slightly icy. When she was a low-ranked actress with no money and no authority, she could only tolerate the slamming. In the end, a low-ranked actress without any reputation or backing would always be in the wrong, no matter how much she tried to explain herself. But now she had the clout to counterattack, why shouldn't she?