Chapter 120
Qingcheng, inside a coffee shop.
"What? You said Mr. Gu took Shang Bao to the company?" Zhou Ziyou understood, "So you came alone."
"Yes, let them stay there for a while." Shang Xi put down her bag and sat down.
Sister Dao propped her chin, staring at Shang Xi.
Shang Xi wore a bun hairstyle, a gray-brown leather jacket, a leather skirt, and knee-high boots. After sitting down, she took off her jacket, revealing a white V-neck top, exposing her slender, fair neck and exquisite collarbone. She smiled, "Sister Dao, is there something on my face?"
Sister Dao raised her eyebrows and curved her lips, "I'm wondering, who is this stunning beauty that has captured my heart."
Zhou Ziyou said, "Putting other things aside, Sang Xi is indeed beautiful. Otherwise, how could she have enchanted Mr. Gu, right?" She winked suggestively at Shang Xi.
"Last time when talking to reporters, how did you put it? Oh yes, it was an accident before, but now it's true love."
"As soon as I arrived, you two started teasing me?" Shang Xi pretended to be angry and glared at her two friends.
Zhou Ziyou held her phone like a microphone and brought it close to Shang Xi's face, "Let me interview you, since you're about to go home, what's Sang Xi's state of mind?"
Shang Xi was silent for a second, pursing her lips, "A sense of relief." Then, she smiled, her eyes curving, "Happy."
"Congratulations to our Sang Xi for going home!"
"Congratulations!"
Sister Dao leaned back, "It's the day after tomorrow, right? We'll come to pick you up and take you home."
"I don't have many belongings, I can bring them with me."
"Who's talking about bringing your stuff?" Sister Dao said, "We're your family from your maiden home, understand? Don't let Mr. Gu think our Sang Xi has no one behind her back."
Uh...
Why does something feel off...?
"Um, do I have an in-law family?" Shang Xi asked.
Zhou Ziyou scoffed, "Don't worry about those details. Whether you have an in-law family or not, we're the ones from your maiden home."
"Okay!" Shang Xi thought about it and felt it made sense. When her friends came to pick her up, if Gu Wen changed his mind, he would have to think twice.
Sister Dao said, "I'll call for a hundred cars to line up at the gates of Nanfeng Courtyard, to make a scene for you."
"That... that's not necessary, Sister Dao." Shang Xi laughed dryly, "Isn't that a bit exaggerated? Too high-profile?"
Why does it sound like she's getting married? She's just leaving Nanfeng Courtyard, not getting married. Imagining the scene, it seemed like a clash between rival gangs.
If it provoked the lone wolf's fury, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
"Although the thought of it is kind of cool," Zhou Ziyou sipped her coffee slowly, "But Sister Dao, are you really not leaving the country the next day?"
Sister Dao curved her lips and hummed, "Ziyou, when will your brain become smarter?"
"What do you mean?"
Sister Dao tilted her chin towards Shang Xi, "Who does Mr. Gu like now? Whose maiden family are we?"
"Mr. Gu is probably thinking about how to please us now."
Zhou Ziyou paused, then murmured, "Oh, that might be true." The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, "I guess one day Mr. Gu will find me himself and arrogantly throw a card at me, 'You're Shang Xi's friend, right? Help me out.'"
"Then, standing on the shoulders of a giant, I'll tilt my head and say, 'Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would betray my friend for money?'"
Zhou Ziyou became increasingly amused by her own imagination, laughing out loud, "I'll tell Mr. Gu very seriously, 'Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're rich!' Hahahahahahaha! Mr. Gu's expression would be priceless!"
Sister Dao twitched the corner of her mouth, "Not to mention your outdated storyline, but if that day really comes, Ziyou, are you sure you won't take the money?"
Zhou Ziyou grinned at Shang Xi, "Sister, I'll rely on you to get rich."
Shang Xi took a sip of her coffee, "What, your comic book business went bankrupt again?"
Zhou Ziyou clutched her chest dramatically, "Sister, that stings."
Suddenly, her tone became serious, "Honestly, Shang Xi, do you have feelings for Mr. Gu?"
Shang Xi's expression was indifferent, "Of course not."
"Really no feelings?" Sister Dao asked as well.
Shang Xi lowered her gaze, took a sip of coffee, "Really none."
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