My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 171: It’s a pity she didn’t get to sleep in his bed; they still can’t share a bed.

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: It’s a pity she didn’t get to sleep in his bed; they still can’t share a bed.

"Almost there, just a few more months until Xie Baola returns to Hai City."

"The ’Little Chili’ of Hai City’s upper crust, even the daughters of the high society dodge out of her way."

Bei Bei also saw the notice from the film set, she talked to Qiao Xi about changing her flight booking, and just as Qiao Xi was about to reply, her phone rang.

It was a call from Chen Jiayan.

Shen Dang subconsciously glanced at her phone and happened to see the two characters ’Jiayan.’

Tch, quite intimate.

Shen Dang instantly narrowed his dark eyes, showing a bit of threatening sharpness in his charming eyes.

He had almost forgotten that such a person existed.

Qiao Xi answered the call with a smile on her face, and took the initiative to say, "Brother Jiayuan, happy New Year."

Chen Jiayan’s voice was warm and always soothing, "Happy New Year, Xixi. Are you still filming outside?"

"Yeah, rushing the schedule."

Qiao Xi didn’t want to say she was currently at the Shen Family’s house.

"Take care of yourself when you’re alone out there."

"I will, and you take care of yourself too. Don’t always be busy with the company’s business, pay attention to your health regularly."

Chen Jiayan had started a tech company, and he was also covertly busy with the Qiao’s family business, which was undeniably hard work.

Chen Jiayan’s clear and pleasant laughter came through, "Let’s have dinner together when you’re back in Hai City, we’ll talk about the Qiao Family’s matters."

"Okay." Qiao Xi’s lips curved in a smile, "Should be able to finish in more than a month, I’ll contact you then."

After chatting for a while, the two hung up the phone.

Although they didn’t contact each other often, the affection of all these years hadn’t changed.

Shen Dang said with a playful smile, "You seem closer to this ’brother’ with no blood relation than to your sister Qiao Nan?"

She can’t even be bothered to note the word ’brother’; too much effort, is it?

Qiao Xi felt he was starting to speak sarcastically again.

"Let’s not mention ill-favored people during the New Year."

"Why didn’t you tell him you are in Hai City?"

Shen Dang had heard her speaking on the phone.

"No need." Qiao Xi’s voice was light and indifferent, "If he knew I was at the Shen’s house, it wouldn’t be easy for me to explain."

Shen Dang’s eyes suddenly sank a bit, looking at her with a hint of probing, "Are you afraid he’ll misunderstand?"

Qiao Xi looked at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes, "Misunderstand? He’s aware of our relationship."

A business marriage.

A plastic couple.

That’s the public’s perception of their relationship.

With it being like this, who else could misunderstand their relationship?

"Heh."

Shen Dang suddenly gave a cold chuckle.

Qiao Xi felt there was a mocking tone to his laughter.

What’s he mocking?

Was what she said incorrect?

Qiao Xi felt the topic should not continue any longer, predicting an argument might erupt soon.

She said directly, "You go rest first, I’ll stay here a little longer."

Shen Dang said nothing and, without any hesitation, stood up and left.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Truly inexplicable.

Qiao Xi even thought about sitting in front of the fireplace for the whole night.

She was dealing with messages on her phone, and time passed quickly; before she knew it, it was past eleven.

Qiao Xi steeled her resolve, but still headed upstairs.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she suddenly paused.

She had never stayed at the Shen Family’s house and had no idea which room was Shen Dang’s.

As she was pondering how to proceed, she saw Shen Dang’s figure.

He was lazily leaning against the stair railing, "I thought you were planning to bed down on the ground floor."

I would like that, sleeping on the ground floor would be better than sharing a room with you!

Qiao Xi silently grumbled to herself in her heart.

Then she heard Shen Dang’s voice drift over, "Room’s on the third floor, come up."

Shen Dang took his eyes off her and led the way upstairs.

Qiao Xi followed him silently.

Shen Dang pushed open the room door, and only after Qiao Xi stepped in did he follow, closing the door behind him.

As the sound of the door shutting echoed, Qiao Xi’s body also slightly tensed.

This was Shen Dang’s territory—

This realization abruptly invaded her mind.

This place was no Yingyue Bay; everything here was unfamiliar to her and laced with a wild, perilous allure.

Qiao Xi’s lips murmured several times, "I’ll go to another room."

"If you want to be discovered, then go."

Shen Dang spoke indifferently, then settled himself on the sofa.

Shen Dang’s room was large but sparsely furnished.

Qiao Xi looked out of the window and could still see the large snowflakes fluttering under the light.

She couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Shen Dang had a cigarette in his hand but didn’t light it, "I’ve already showered, you can shower if you want."

Qiao Xi didn’t live here, but there were even clothes for her here; Ran Jing had made ample preparations indeed.

Seeing Qiao Xi standing still, Shen Dang lazily glanced at her, "If you’re not going to shower, then just go to sleep."

"... Of course I’m showering!"

Qiao Xi nearly exploded at that comment; she grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Shen Dang chuckled to himself upon seeing this. Was he an animal?

The sound of running water soon filled the bathroom; he squinted towards the bathroom, and although he saw nothing, certain enchanting images unavoidably surfaced in his mind, making his throat feel dry.

He couldn’t think like that, too dangerous!

Shen Dang got up and went out to the balcony for a smoke.

The howling wind outside cooled him down considerably.

Qiao Xi stayed in the bathroom for an hour before coming out.

It was embarrassingly awkward; so awkward she wanted to just lie in the bathtub, not wanting to face Shen Dang.

This was their first time sharing a room.

When she could no longer bear to stay in the bathroom, Qiao Xi inhaled deeply and finally pulled open the door and stepped out.

After her shower, her fair face was tinged with pink, its delicate and cold beauty exposed.

Shen Dang was reclining against the headboard, half-seated; upon the noise, he cast his gaze downwards towards Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi was dressed conservatively, but under Shen Dang’s gaze, she still felt utterly exposed.

Her fingers tensed, her steps slightly sluggish as she moved towards the sofa.

Her lashes partly lowered, "I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight."

The sofa was neither big nor small, but enough for one person; Qiao Xi would rather sleep on the sofa than lie in the same bed with him.

That felt like crossing a line.

They weren’t at such an intimate stage yet.

And crossing the line implies danger.

Shen Dang turned and laughed lightly, "You’ll sleep on the sofa?"

Qiao Xi unconsciously licked her lips, "Is there a problem?"

Shen Dang’s gaze flit across her lips, his eyes deepening slightly, "With such a big bed, would sleeping there be too much for you?"

Qiao Xi: "..."

Qiao Xi felt Shen Dang was blatantly seducing her, short of beckoning her over with a crooked finger.

Qiao Xi curved her lips, half-smiling, "Do you think it’s appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed given our current relationship?"

"Oh, but no one else knows about our relationship."

He spoke airily.

"I know!"

She couldn’t deceive herself.

Shen Dang watched her for several seconds, "Tch," a long and meaningful sound, "That’s a pity then."

A pity what?

A pity she didn’t sleep on his bed, or that they couldn’t sleep together?

Qiao Xi could only stare at him blankly, "... Just talk properly!"