Luo Qiao lifted her chin and said, "Who cares if she's an employee, it's you whom I don't wish to see."
"Oh? Why don't you wish to see me?"
"Which woman would wish to see her ex-boyfriend around all the time?"
"…"
Ming Siran then replied unhurriedly, "Well then I don't really mind if you made me your current boyfriend."
What? Ridiculous!
"Big brother, stop dreaming! That's impossible!"
Raising an eyebrow, Ming Siran only said, "Hmm, that sounds pretty good, call me that once more?"
Luo Qiao was speechless. There was a reason why she referred to him as a beast!
Ming Siran smiled as he lowered his head and said in his deep voice, "I'm going to make dinner now. Come and help me."
"No way!"
He didn't force her.
Luo Qiao fumed in her room for a while and suddenly realized something was wrong.
Immediately she rushed downstairs and yelled, "Hey! Ming Siran, return my passbooks!"
…
Downstairs, Ming Siran was chopping up the vegetables with his sleeves rolled up. From afar, there was a noble quality about him, his every movement was elegant.
However…
Extending her hand, Luo Qiao demanded loftily, "Return my passbooks."
He said without looking up, "Get it yourself."
Luo Qiao knew that he had shoved them into his trouser pockets. She tried to keep her cool but still turned a bright scarlet. "Ming Siran, why are you so shameless?"
Ming Siran, "?"
He raised an eyebrow and said, "It's fine if you don't want them back."
"…" Luo Qiao walked over, ready to search his pocket. The man drawled, "Don't touch what you're not supposed to."
"For heaven's sake, Ming Siran!"
A smirk was his only reply.
…
Mu Lan's life hadn't been too bad lately.
The live-stream that gave exposure to her stunning face brought her some fame. Dimpled Sister was now her label and she now had a stable of growing fans. They came looking for her to act in a decent IP serial, it left her grinning from ear to ear.
On this particular day, Luo Qiao made a date with Su Ying and picked up Mu Lan on the way to dinner.
Mu Lan ran her hand over Luo Qiao's vehicle and gulped, "You got a new car?"
Luo Qiao looked straight ahead and said casually, "It belongs to someone else."
"Who?"
"The die-hard ex-boyfriend."
Mu Lan was stumped. The two definitely had more going on. So she turned to greet Su Ying, "You must be Miss Su Ying? Sister, you're awesome! You're my idol!"
Su Ying laughed and said, "You're exaggerating, I'm no idol!"
"You kicked the scumbag and tore the b*tch down, of course you're my idol! Oh, has Gu Xiang been looking for you?"
Luo Qiao was amazed at Mu Lan's directness and shot Su Ying an apologetic look. But Su Ying didn't seem to mind and replied, "He looks for me every day, but I can't be bothered with him."
"So what's with him and Zhang Lingling?"
"He said he had never slept with her but it makes no difference. He had an affair anyway."
"Bah, disgusting!"
"That's right, disgusting!"
Luo Qiao listened to the two going back and forth and shook her head helplessly.
While the three women were happily on their way to dinner, the netizens were indulging in a discussion about Mu Lan's clothing.
One of the netizens had posted:
My god, the Dimpled Sister who had shot to fame a few days ago was wearing an imitation… I'm disillusioned…
The comments below:
[????]
[It cannot be…]
[… True enough, I knew that would be a reversal.]
[Fame for a few days… ah, this is too funny.]
[Blog owner do you have proof? Don't talk rubbish if you don't.]
The blog owner replied that last comment: There's no need for proof, if anything she's wearing is real, have you any idea how much that would cost?
The Weibo post quickly gained popularity, within half an hour there were more than 2000 comments.
Hot comment: [I've just checked the price. Enough said, I hate Dimpled Sister forever. Waves goodbye.]