My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 117 What Do You Mean Calling Me a Scumbag?

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 What Do You Mean Calling Me a Scumbag?

"Pretending to forget also avoided a lot of embarrassment."

"It’s normal for men and women to struggle with suppressing their desires; human nature, greed, and lust are unavoidable."

"But an adult should use absolute rationality to suppress emotions that shouldn’t be there."

"Play-acting."

"Drawing the line at the right time."

Qiao Xi kept reminding herself not to fall for Boss Shen’s attractive looks.

Shen Dang nodded, "That was quick."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Was he saying she joined the crew quickly or that their divorce was fast?

Sensible, Qiao Xi didn’t ask any more questions.

They drove all the way back to Yingyue Bay without any communication between them.

Shen Dang parked the car in front of the villa, and Qiao Xi opened the door and got out.

Shen Dang didn’t bother parking the car properly; he unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand and pushed open the car door with the other.

Qiao Xi had just entered the passcode and opened the door when Shen Dang followed her in.

Back in the familiar environment, all the things in her subconscious that she had forgotten quickly resurfaced.

Emotions are the hardest to control.

Qiao Xi sighed softly and bent down to change her shoes.

Shen Dang glanced at her and changed his shoes too.

The entrance was only so big; even though there was still space, with Shen Dang’s tall and long-legged figure, Qiao Xi always felt a bit cramped.

Just as Qiao Xi changed her shoes and was about to head to the living room, her wrist was seized.

The warm touch made Qiao Xi feel as if she had been burned by a hot iron.

Qiao Xi lifted her eyelids and met Shen Dang’s gaze.

His eyes were silent and deep, yet seemed to swirl with emotions she couldn’t see through.

Qiao Xi felt that the man before her was shrouded in mist, and she didn’t know whether dispersing the mist would reveal danger or poison.

But it was definitely not good.

Qiao Xi struggled but couldn’t pull her hand free, her eyebrows knit tightly: "What are you doing?"

Shen Dang’s thin lips parted slightly: "Let’s talk."

His demeanor was as indifferent as ever, but it made Qiao Xi feel trapped in a tight space.

It was oppressive.

Qiao Xi’s back was pressed against the wall.

"What is there to talk about?" Qiao Xi’s eyes slightly lifted at the corners: "Is there anything left for us to talk about?"

Shen Dang met Qiao Xi’s typically cold and aloof eyes, which now held a wariness towards him.

Shen Dang tugged at his thin lips: "How can there be nothing to talk about? I think there’s a lot we could talk about."

"Fine," Qiao Xi agreed calmly, nodding, "Just let go of me first."

Qiao Xi felt like something was staring at her, her skin raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

Shen Dang narrowed his eyes: "What if you run away after I let go?"

She wasn’t exactly incapable of something like that.

Qiao Xi almost laughed at his words but knew it wasn’t the time.

"Shen Dang, when did you become such a scoundrel?"

Qiao Xi’s pale and delicate jaw lifted slightly, exuding an air of disdain.

"Is that so?"

Shen Dang appeared unconcerned.

"If you say I’m a scoundrel, then I’m a scoundrel."

He’s been called a "dog of a man," so what are a couple of words more?

Boss Shen indicated this was no big deal.

Qiao Xi laughed coldly: "If you’re going to put it that way, then I’ve got nothing to say."

She tried to pull her hand away but still failed.

Her eyelids drooped, signaling him to let go with her eyes.

"Don’t run then."

Shen Dang uttered before finally loosening his grip.

As she turned around, Qiao Xi rubbed her wrist, which had been tightly grasped, and walked elegantly to the sofa to sit down.

With her hands crossed on her lap, Qiao Xi finally looked up: "You can start talking about whatever it is you wanted to discuss."

After speaking, she crossed her arms and looked at him coolly.

Shen Dang had read somewhere that crossing one’s arms reflects a psychological rejection of the outside world.

So, was she rejecting him now, or just his actions?

The words Shen Dang had intended to pour out suddenly lost their appeal.

His interest waned as he dropped his eyelids, his fingers rubbing his temples, before he laughed softly with a touch of mockery.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Has he gone mad?

Qiao Xi nearly bristled: "What are you laughing about?"

She was waiting for him to speak, and he was laughing!

Boss Shen was truly incomprehensible tonight.

"It just seems funny."

Qiao Xi could not help cursing: "Are you sick or something?"

"Maybe."

Qiao Xi: "..."

He admitted to being sick himself, what else could she say?

"I have a question for you, Teacher Qiao."

Shen Dang sat down opposite her, legs crossed, one hand resting on the sofa, posture relaxed and refined.

"First you say you want to talk, then you have a question to ask me; are you playing games with me?" Qiao Xi felt somewhat disgruntled.

How could this dog of a man be so fickle?

She’d made herself ready to talk, and this was the outcome?

"Let’s call it off for tonight, we can talk another time," Shen Dang smiled lazily, "Right now, I’m just curious about something."

Qiao Xi was utterly speechless.

She said impatiently: "Ask."

Shen Dang chuckled carelessly: "Teacher Qiao, when you call me a ’dog of a man,’ what exactly do you mean?"

The topic had shifted wildly.

Qiao Xi paused.

"Ah, did I? When have I ever called you a ’dog of a man’? Boss Shen, you need evidence to back up your claims."

Qiao Xi felt a bit guilty.

Deny it to death!

No, the main question was, how did he find out?

"You want evidence?" Shen Dang leaned back, propping his chin in his hand, his black eyes holding a hint of iciness.

"Without evidence, it’s defamation."

Shen Dang nodded indifferently: "I see."

Qiao Xi, as if her tail had been stepped on, shot back: "Don’t think that because you’re a big boss you can slander people willy-nilly!"

After all, he had no evidence.

Qiao Xi quietly exhaled.

Be confident, don’t falter!

"Okay," said Shen Dang, noticing her eyelashes flutter like little fans.

She’s nervous!

He added with a half-smile: "Don’t let me find evidence, Teacher Qiao."

Qiao Xi seemed to choke for a moment: "...You’re so boring, Shen Dang."

How could Boss Shen be so dull?

This wasn’t the Boss Shen she knew.

She could hardly stand to watch.

Yawning lazily, Qiao Xi covered her mouth: "Do you have anything else? If not, I’m going upstairs."

Shen Dang lifted his chin slightly: "As you wish."

Watching her walk away, he said faintly: "Goodnight."

Qiao Xi, without turning back, replied: "Goodnight."

In the following days, Shen Dang disappeared.

He didn’t appear before Qiao Xi.

And Qiao Xi didn’t inquire about Shen Dang’s whereabouts.

It was as if they returned to the days when they lived apart peacefully.

You don’t contact me; I won’t contact you.

Though they weren’t particularly well acquainted, there was an unspoken understanding between them regarding this matter.

Being away from Boss Shen, the male siren, ought to have been a relief, yet Qiao Xi felt an emptiness inside.

Emotions quietly formed and grew like vines in springtime, unstoppable in their burgeoning state.

The time for Qiao Xi to join the crew was approaching.

Qiao Xi had thought Shen Dang would keep playing the disappearing act, but Boss Shen took the initiative to call her.

Qiao Xi’s eyelids twitched.