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Chapter 312: 210 Fifth Master: A man’s mouth, a lying ghost (2 updates)

During the year-end festivities, most people have the rare chance to indulge in their free time, eating, drinking, and playing to their heart’s content.

Ever since Tang Wan found out that if Qi Zeyan didn’t slick back his hair, his hairstyle would essentially be the same as Mongkey’s, she just couldn’t look him straight in the eye.

“What’s the matter? You’ve been staring at me,” Qi Zeyan asked, puzzled.

If she had been single and not seeing Jiang Jinsang, he might have thought her gaze was filled with affection, but Qi Zeyan found it odd; why on earth was she staring at him!

“Nothing,” Tang Wan coughed.

“Right, Xiaoruan went back, right?” Qi Zeyan suddenly seemed to remember Ruan Mengxi.

“Yeah, Xiaowu and I sent her back. It’s already the 29th, and many people have taken off for the holiday. She left a bit late.”

Tang Wan reckoned that by mentioning this, Qi Zeyan might show some extra concern for Ruan Mengxi, since if it weren’t for having to accompany him to the event, she could have returned to Pingjiang last weekend.

But Qi Zeyan simply tossed her a sentence:

“The days she was delayed from going home because of work, we paid her overtime, and she also received transportation compensation.”

Tang Wan gave a wry smile:

If a man doesn’t love you, he’s truly as hard as iron.

But, on second thought, it was quite normal for Qi Zeyan not to like Ruan Mengxi and to treat her just like any other employee without offering any false hopes or lingering regrets – certainly much better than those who took advantage of their position, inviting young ladies to “sit” at their house and ending up going straight up the stairs.

Qi Zeyan’s way of handling things was faultless; it was just that Ruan Mengxi’s enthusiasm might have been misplaced.

In fact, Tang Wan had gently suggested to her that this relationship might not bear fruit.

Ruan Mengxi didn’t seem to care: “I’ve loved, I’ve pursued, and that’s enough as long as there are no regrets. The world hardly ever presents just the right kind of love, and no one is obliged to reciprocate just because you have feelings for them.”

Since she was open-minded about it, Tang Wan didn’t say much more.

It was just that her gaze, wandering, landed on the man on the other side, who was talking to Jiang Jinsang.

The man from Hexi, perhaps accustomed to the sight of blood, had a harshness in his eyes.

Jiang Yanting was cold and stern, but this man was even more daunting.

Beijing folks always viewed the Jiang Family from North Sichuan as notorious. Looking at it now, the Hexi family was no less forbidding; it was just that their historical merits earned them respect.

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After a group of people had dinner and some drinks together, it got quite late, and by then, gently falling snow had started draping the outdoors.

“It’s past eleven, and it’s snowing; Beijing is almost like a ghost town now, and finding a designated driver won’t be easy. Why don’t you all just stay here for the night?” Qi Zeyan, who was recently being pushed by his family to get married, didn’t want to go home and suggested that everyone stay.

“I still have to go back; I don’t feel at ease about the kids,” said Shen Zhixian, who had childcare responsibilities and couldn’t be as spontaneous as Qi Zeyan.

“I didn’t drink, I’ll take her home,” said Jiang Yanting.

“What about you, Xiaowu? You guys have to stay and keep me company, right? Otherwise, I’ll be all by myself,” Qi Zeyan raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Jinsang looked at Tang Wan, “Wanwan, what do you think?”

“You guys don’t have kids, why go back? Come on, I’ll get you both a double room.”

Before Tang Wan could refuse, someone had already swiftly gone to get a room for them.

Later, when Qi Zeyan returned to his own room, he cursed under his breath:

Even if Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan stayed, they wouldn’t share a room with him; he was still going to be alone! But he might have ended up making the wedding dress for Jiang Jinsang, helping along his good fortune.

In fact, when Qi Zeyan went to book the room, there were no double rooms left, only twin rooms.

By the time Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang got to the room, they found it was just a very ordinary guest room, nothing special.

Once they entered the room and closed the door, it seemed like the whole world contained just the two of them. Maybe because they’d drunk a bit, Tang Wan felt her throat burn dry and slightly sore, so she twisted open a bottle of mineral water to soothe it.