Chapter 1371: Chapter 732: Mo Han and Yan’er Arc - Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er Are Together
Seeing Auntie Li standing there anxiously waiting for them again, Ning Wan couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. In fact, she hadn’t told Auntie Li about moving out; she only mentioned stepping out for a bit.
Auntie Li must have been very worried since she hadn’t come back for so long.
As soon as the car stopped, the man beside her seemed to sense it too. His previously closed eyes suddenly opened, still drowsy from just waking up, with weariness lingering on his handsome face.
Xi Mohan didn’t even glance at Ning Wan, softly uttering two words, "Get out."
After saying that, he didn’t wait for her, immediately pushing open his side and getting out first.
Ning Wan watched Xi Mohan’s back, her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. She didn’t want to get out, but Auntie Li had already opened the car door for her.
Seeing Ning Wan sitting safely inside, Auntie Li couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Her tone carried a bit of reproach mixed with more worry, "Miss Ning Wan, you’re finally back, where did you go? I’ve been worried for so long, even thought something happened to you. If it weren’t for Sir, I would have called the police."
Looking at Auntie Li, Ning Wan forced a smile of slight embarrassment, "Sorry, Auntie Li, for worrying you."
Auntie Li waved her hand, immediately saying, "It’s good that you’re back, as long as you’re back. You probably haven’t had dinner yet, I’ve made some dishes you like."
Originally, Ning Wan wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but the next second she heard Auntie Li say, "Sir hasn’t eaten dinner yet either. Secretary Xu said he missed lunch due to an international conference; Miss Ning Wan, join him for some dinner."
Ning Wan furrowed her brow, not expecting this. Her gaze fell on the retreating silhouette almost out of sight. After thinking, she nodded, "Okay."
...
Sitting across from Xi Mohan at the dining table again, Ning Wan’s heart was no longer as calm as it used to be. Just when she was thinking of an excuse to tell Xi Mohan she didn’t want to live there anymore, Xi Mohan seemed to notice her thoughts.
Holding a knife and fork, his gaze settled on her, and he asked indifferently, "Do you really want to move out?"
Ning Wan was startled at first, then instinctively nodded her head.
Xi Mohan’s face showed little expression, a look of indifference. In her nervousness, he finally spoke, "You can move out, but I have a condition."
"What condition?"
"Stay here for another month."
Ning Wan was taken aback with shock, taking several seconds to react, instinctively asking, "That’s it?"
The man’s deep gaze fell on her face, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it was more like a smirk as he said, "Or do you want to stay longer?"
Ning Wan’s expression changed slightly, and she instinctively shook her head.
Yet, her reaction made the man’s face darken immediately; he put down his knife and fork, stood up, looked at her, and said, "A month later, even if you don’t want to move out, I won’t want you to stay here anymore."
After saying that, he turned and left the dining room.
Ning Wan watched Xi Mohan’s back, feeling an inexplicable pain in her heart. She looked down at the barely touched Western-style meal and pursed her lips without saying anything.
Moving out is moving out; she didn’t want to stay here anymore anyway.
Coming back this time was only because this man brought her back; otherwise, she’d be living with Song Qiao.
...
Half a month later, news about Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er being together flooded everywhere, even entertainment news channels often reported Xi Mohan attending banquets and business events with Ning Yan’er, and because of this, their relationship stayed within the top ten searches on Weibo long-term.
Sitting in the classroom, Ning Wan looked at the news on her phone, her small face expressionless, as if she wasn’t affected at all. Yet only she knew how much her heart hurt at this moment.
Everyone thought Xi Mohan and Ning Yan’er being together was natural, yet she was the only one who found it impossible.
But those photos in the news were real, each showing the two of them together, and Ning Yan’er holding Xi Mohan’s arm with a charming smile while talking to him were indeed true.
Closing her eyes tightly, Ning Wan forced herself to suppress the pain inside, yet the bulging veins on her hand gripping the phone revealed her emotions.
"Wanwan..."
At that moment, a voice called out to her.
Ning Wan looked up, seeing Song Qiao walking towards her with a backpack. She was initially taken aback, then quickly put her phone away, forcing a smile, "Qiaoqiao, you’re here... let’s go to the snack street."
Song Qiao had already noticed her looking at her phone and naturally noticed her expression too. Stopping in her tracks, she asked, "Did you see the news?"
Ning Wan paused the hand holding her backpack, a bit of desolation surfacing in her eyes, forcing a smile, "Yeah, I saw it."
"Wanwan, are you okay?"
"Qiaoqiao, I’m fine." Ning Wan forced a smile again, pretending to be relaxed as she said, "Why wouldn’t I be okay? I’ve long made myself stop liking that man Xi Mohan. Whoever he’s with now is none of my business."
It was just that him being with Ning Yan’er made her feel even worse.
She attributed her discomfort to the fact that Ning Yan’er was her nemesis; she would rather Xi Mohan be with another woman than with Ning Yan’er.
But now, Xi Mohan had chosen Ning Yan’er...
She felt very upset, extremely upset.
But what could she do about it?
Xi Mohan had rarely returned to the villa this week, and even when he did, it was when she was asleep. Before she woke up, he had already left, so she hadn’t seen him at all this week.
And even if she saw him, what could she say?
Song Qiao looked at Ning Wan, worry evident in her eyes, "Wanwan, if there’s no possibility between you and Xi Mohan, it’s better to withdraw sooner rather than later."
Ning Wan nodded, "I understand."
Song Qiao, "... Do you really understand?"
But this time, she didn’t ask more questions, choosing to believe her instead.
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