My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 235 I Don’t Believe a Single Word You Say

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 I Don’t Believe a Single Word You Say

Because he was numb, there were no expectations, so there were no fluctuations either.

But was that really the case?

He could have directed the knife tip toward strangers or enemies, so why did he aim it at relatives with whom he shared blood ties?

"Qiao Xi."

The man’s low, tranquil voice arose, pulling Qiao Xi back from a certain disengaged state.

Her tea-colored pupils followed the sound and turned towards him.

Shen Dang frowned as he snatched Qiao Xi’s phone away.

A trace of coldness flitted across his lips.

Qiao Xi stared blankly at Shen Dang, her eyeballs not moving.

Shen Dang hadn’t even pressed the phone to his ear before he heard Qiao Zhenbin’s furious voice: "Qiao Xi, you ungrateful wretch!"

"President Qiao."

A voice wrapped in a chilling menace reached his ears, muting everything around him, this voice somewhat familiar.

Upon realizing who was on the other end of the line, Qiao Zhenbin choked up as if someone had grabbed his throat, his voice came out slightly hoarse: "Shen, Shen Dang, how is it you?"

"How kind of President Qiao to remember my voice," Shen Dang replied with a cold sneer, his eyes mocking, sharp edge emerging: "Please do not call Xixi again. Xixi is now an artist in my company; let alone Qiao Nan, without my permission, nobody should try to climb the ladder using Xixi, understand?"

"I know President Qiao wants to make a comeback, but you should also see if there are people in Hai City willing to work with Qiao Zhenbin. I haven’t completely exterminated the Qiao Family yet—President Qiao should know what that means, and I hope this is the last time."

His voice was light but carried a strong warning.

Before Qiao Zhenbin could say anything—or perhaps Qiao Zhenbin dared not say anything—

Shen Dang hung up the phone and handed it back to Qiao Xi.

His cold, distant eyes softened as he looked at her.

Qiao Xi took the phone and set it down: "Why did you snatch my phone?"

"Want to solve this once and for all?" Shen Dang countered her.

Qiao Xi didn’t understand: "What do you mean?"

"Tell Qiao Zhenbin about Wang Wen’s matter, and he won’t bother you about Qiao Nan again."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Wasn’t Qiao Zhenbin a pitiful person? But wasn’t her mother also pitiful?

The matters of the heart were unclear over who was right or wrong, but Qiao Xi had never been able to let go of her mother’s death.

"Let’s eat first." Shen Dang’s deep voice casually rose, wrapped with a gentle tint: "We’ll talk after eating."

"Pour me some wine."

Qiao Xi extended her wine glass towards Shen Dang.

Shen Dang chuckled softly, pouring half a glass of wine into her glass: "Drink slowly."

After that, he murmured softly: "Ordering me around as if it’s only natural."

Qiao Xi considered her words and her actions, which did seem somewhat presumptive.

She held her chin up, bluffing slightly: "Then you could have chosen not to pour."

Shen Dang’s eyes twinkled with amusement: "It’s not like I’ve never poured before."

Qiao Xi frowned: "Then why mention it?"

"Okay, my mistake. I shouldn’t have said that."

Boss Shen admitted his fault quickly.

Qiao Xi huffed softly, throwing her head back and emptying the glass.

Shen Dang clicked his tongue: "Binge drinking can easily lead to drunkenness."

Qiao Xi lifted the soup bowl in front of her: "Then I’ll just have some pigeon soup to balance it out."

Shen Dang: "..."

The two of them slowly finished the meal over more than an hour.

Shen Dang, who naturally had a good capacity for alcohol, ended up finishing a bottle of red wine between them.

Qiao Xi even wanted to open another bottle, but there was none left at home, after all, she did not keep a private stash of alcohol at home like Boss Shen.

Qiao Xi felt herself drunken, yet her consciousness remained clear, only her steps were somewhat unsteady.

It seemed that no matter how much she drank, she couldn’t enhance her alcohol tolerance.

Qiao Xi conceded.

She got up and sat on the living room sofa which sank down a notch as she leaned sideways, her arm resting on the sofa arm to support her head, then she saw the man approaching from afar until a dark shadow enveloped her.

Qiao Xi raised her head, the corners of her lips curling slightly: "Shen Dang, it’s getting late, you should head back soon."

Shen Dang had just cleared the dinner table, and upon seeing this, he thrust his hands into his pockets, clicking his tongue in a languid manner: "I’ve had some drinks, I can’t drive. Do you want Uncle police to arrest me for a chat at the station?"

Qiao Xi gathered her thoughts: "Are you counting that little red wine as drunk driving?"

"Any amount of alcohol counts. Or would you go out late at night to bail me out if I were taken in?"

"...Then you could call Assistant Gao or your driver to pick you up."

Qiao Xi thought he was exaggerating matters.

Shen Dang eyed her, a matter-of-fact expression on his face: "You are drunk, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone."

Thus he stayed to look after her.

The excuse was perfect.

Qiao Xi smiled languidly, her delicate, cold features suddenly becoming lively.

Her face, flushed with the slight inebriation from the wine, bloomed like a peach blossom in bud, tender and fresh.

Shen Dang eagerly anticipated the blossoming, sure to be stunning.

Qiao Xi shook her head: "I am not drunk, very sober."

Shen Dang scoffed: "A drunk never admits they’re drunk."

Qiao Xi was speechless: "Don’t wrongly accuse me, don’t I know if I’m drunk?"

She urged: "Quick, call your assistant."

"My phone’s out of battery," Shen Dang somewhat innocently replied.

Qiao Xi pulled out her phone: "Then use my phone to call."

"I don’t remember the number."

Qiao Xi propped her face with her hand, her eyes slightly scrunching as she scrutinized him: "...Are you serious?"

But given his positioning now, Qiao Xi couldn’t see him clearly, his exceptionally handsome facial contours shrouded in dim lighting.

Shen Dang felt she looked like a dazed goose at the moment: "Who remembers other people’s numbers these days?"

Qiao Xi was left speechless.

"Then charge your phone for a while."

Shen Dang shrugged: "You don’t have a compatible charger here, how am I supposed to charge it?"

Their argument reached a stalemate.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Qiao Xi lifted her slightly hazy eyes: "You aren’t perhaps thinking..."

Shen Dang naturally continued her thought: "Lend me your sofa for tonight, I am too drunk to walk."

Shen Dang moved and sat on the sofa.

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

Shen Dang dared not sit too close.

But people are always greedy, having once entered her domain, naturally, he did not want to leave.

Moreover, it was she who brought up drinking.

Qiao Xi turned to look at him, now closer, the lighting bright, and she saw a man whose beauty could disrupt nations, seemingly radiating a gentle halo under the light.

Damn! Shen Dang, this demon!

Qiao Xi diverted her gaze: "Then I’ll call you a ride now."

Shen Dang: "..."

Why did the world have to have such a thing as ride-shares?

"My car ran out of gas," Shen Dang hastily said.

Qiao Xi paused, then coldly chuckled towards him: "I don’t believe a word you say."

Shen Dang: "?"