Chapter 13
“Haiz, since you like your old man that much, we won’t say anything more. We wish you happiness. But I don’t know if you’re really happy living in an environment where you deceive yourself.” An Qiao pretended to be nonchalant and continued to mock Ning Sheng in various ways.
Ning Sheng laughed at this. She had always been upright and beautiful, when she smiled it reminded people of a flower in a meadow. But between the picturesque eyebrows, it was contempt and disregard for the two.
“I’m very happy. I’ll be even happier if I had not met the both of you.” Ning Sheng waved her hand, gesturing for the two of them to not disturb her shopping.
“You’re just lying to yourself. Take your old man with you for the rest of your life. After he dies, you’ll feel sad when you live as a widow.” An Qiao held Gu Zhi Qi’s hand and said angrily.
“My husband is very outstanding.” Ning Sheng said.
She looked at the bed not far away and pointed her head toward it, “I’m here to buy a bed today. My husband has… Well, he has expectations in the bedroom. Our current bed can’t support it, so I came over today to look for a stronger bed.”
Even though what she said did not match the truth, she just did not want to see An Qiao’s smug face.
“Heh, you think I’ll believe you?” An Qiao snorted coldly.
“Did I beg you to believe me?” Ning Sheng asked.
“I’ve heard from our classmates that your mother sold you for 20 thousand to an old man. You will probably be a widow in the near future. I don’t believe anything you are saying now. What a slap to the face, lying that your husband is tall and handsome.” An Qiao deliberately raised her eyebrows.
In fact, An Qiao had no intention of shopping in this area. She had only come to mock Ning Sheng and show off her current life.
“Am I considered very old?” A cold and arrogant voice spoke.
Lu Chu Yao had walked over to Ning Sheng’s side.
His cold and handsome side profile was sharp and well-defined.
An Qiao was stunned when she saw Lu Chu Yao’s face and proceeded to reveal an infatuated expression.
The man was simply divine and should be placed on the most exquisite display stage in the Art Gallery. She had never seen such a good-looking man.
Wait a minute.
This man was Ning Sheng’s husband?
No, it shouldn’t be! Should it not be an old man who was about to die?
“Not old, not old at all,” Ning Sheng pulled Lu Chu Yao’s arm over intimately. It was obvious Ning Sheng was possessive and wanted to claim her man.
Both An Qiao and Gu Zhi Qi was shocked at how the situation had turned out.
“Ning Sheng, is this your husband?” An Qiao asked with slight denial in her heart. Impossible, she thought.
Ning Sheng nodded.
“It seems like you’ve abandoned an old man and chosen a pretty boy instead,” An Qiao smiled and asked Gu Zhi Qi, “Isn’t it?”
When Lu Chu Yao heard this, he lifted his eyelids and gave a slight smile.
“Sheng Sheng, are these people your friends?” He asked, and Ning Sheng shook her head and denied. These people weren’t her friends.
Lu Chu Yao came to an understanding, his eyes turned so dark it scared people and he sneered, “As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn’t bark. I finally witness what it means today. Next time stay away from these two if you see them. I’m afraid they will hurt you.”
Lu Chu Yao had not looked at them once since the beginning of the conversation.
“What did you say?” Gu Zhi Qi asked coldly.
For a moment, the atmosphere was tense. It was like the two men were challenging each other in their headspace.
The manager who had been watching them for a long time wanted to stop them from fighting but just as he was about to approach them, his phone rang. He glanced at the number and quickly picked up.