My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 70 Don’t Try to Harm Me

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Don’t Try to Harm Me

After all, they’re still husband and wife, right?

"How could that be possible!"

Qiao Xi didn’t even think before she denied it.

Does Shen Dang have that much free time?

Moreover, Shen Dang probably doesn’t even know when her birthday is.

Su Tutu huffed and puffed, annoyed, "Anything is possible!"

Qiao Xi felt a bit helpless, "Shen Dang and I aren’t that close; why would he celebrate my birthday for me? You’re overthinking it."

Tomorrow I’ll return to Hai City, and we’ll get a divorce. After that, we’ll have nothing to do with each other at all.

The contract marriage will turn straight into strangers.

But Su Tutu just wouldn’t believe it; she trusted her instincts, "You sound so certain; be careful not to get slapped in the face."

Boss Shen doesn’t seem like the kind who is cold-hearted and ruthless.

A male god, a goddess — isn’t it simple for sparks to fly when they collide?

Qiao Xi curved her lips into a smile, lazily saying, "Let’s make a bet then."

Su Tutu laughed, "You’re on!"

Scared? Her?

Qiao Xi wrapped up her filming in the afternoon, and only when she returned to the hotel did she go to get the gift Su Tutu had sent.

Once in her room, she unpacked the gift. Inside the box was a piece of clothing that looked rather strange.

Curiously, Qiao Xi took it out and shook it, realizing that the few patches of fabric could hardly cover anything where it mattered.

What on earth is this?

Qiao Xi’s face turned beet red.

"Su Tutu!"

She was close to grinding her teeth.

Qiao Xi "snap" closed the lid with a flick of her wrist, disdainfully tossing the box under the coffee table, wishing not to look at it.

She waved her hand, fanning herself, "What kind of crappy gift is this?"

After grumbling, Qiao Xi finished off the water from a cup on the table, which somewhat cooled the heat on her face.

Her phone vibrated next to her.

Qiao Xi reached for the phone; her good friend had sent a message: [Baby, happy birthday, the gift is sent to your house, remember to check.]

Qiao Xi replied with a kissy-face emoji.

See, she still had a sister who was a normal person.

Bei Bei came into her room, holding a small box: "Sister Xi, happy birthday!"

"Thank you."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Bei Bei went to open the door and paused when she saw who was there: "Teacher Qin?"

Qin Mo smiled warmly, like a breath of spring: "Bei Bei, is Qiao Xi in?"

"Yes."

"This is for her. Can you pass it to her for me?"

"This..." Bei Bei dared not accept it, "Maybe you should tell Sister Xi directly."

Qin Mo politely asked with a smile, "Are you going to the wrap party together?"

Bei Bei glanced covertly at Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi shook her head.

She didn’t want to get entangled with Qin Mo once she left the drama team.

Snatching at wits, Bei Bei found an excuse: "It’s not necessary, Teacher Qin, our ride is already here."

"Then I’ll see you at the wrap party."

Qin Mo dipped his head, a layer of disappointment hidden in his eyes.

Bei Bei closed the door and returned, "Sister Xi, Teacher Qin, he..."

Qiao Xi lifted her eyelids slightly and smiled faintly, "Right, we should leave now."

Everyone worked together on the drama for four months and had grown somewhat close.

Qiao Xi wasn’t good with alcohol and nobody forced her, so amidst the cheerful wrap party, there was an undertone of sadness with the imminent parting.

The moon waxes and wanes, meetings accompany goodbyes — such are the normal rhythms of life.

Some people only appear in your life for a moment, while very few will walk with you until the end.

Because it is so, there are invariably regrets.

When the wrap party ended at eight o’clock, Director Ye reserved a large private karaoke room for all the actors to sing.

Qiao Xi initially didn’t want to go, but Director Ye said it was also for her birthday celebration; she could only agree to go along with everyone.

Inside the noisy karaoke room, nobody paid attention to one corner.

Qin Mo handed Qiao Xi the gift he had prepared, anxious that she would refuse, he quickly said with earnest, "Qiao Xi, happy birthday, as friends, I truly wish you a smooth and successful career."

Qiao Xi paused, accepted the gift, and offered a cool smile, "Thank you, I wish the same for you."

She wasn’t particularly sensitive to romantic feelings, but she had noticed some of Qin Mo’s intentions.

Even if she were single, she wouldn’t want a romantic relationship, let alone her being married.

There’s no need to spell out some things; adults should know when it’s best to stop before going too far.

"No need to thank me; we’re friends, right? I hope there’s a chance to work with you again."

"Yes."

Qiao Xi smiled at him.

"Teacher Qin, come on over here!"

Someone was calling Qin Mo. He looked at Qiao Xi once more before turning away to join the others, "Coming!"

"Teacher Qiao, how about singing a song?" someone asked her.

Qiao Xi waved her hand, her smile appearing particularly cool and detached under the lights, "No thanks, you guys sing."

"Is it true what they say online? That you can’t sing?"

"What nonsense," someone knowledgeable replied, "Teacher Qiao released an album when she first started her career."

"Wow, really? Then you should sing one for us."

"Yeah, we’d love to hear you live."

Qiao Xi lifted her gaze to the ones speaking, a spark of light seemed to pass through her eyes, "That’s exactly why I can’t sing."

"Why?"

Qiao Xi appeared to ponder for a moment, "I’m afraid if I sing too well, and you all keep asking me to perform, what shall I do?"

She, too, had her moments of jest, and it made her seem less ethereal and more amicable and real.

This contrast made her quite likable among the drama team members.

It was only after spending time with her that they realized she wasn’t as others had said on the internet.

Qiao Xi sat alone in the corner, her quietness contrasting sharply with the surrounding clamor, giving her an air of serene detachment.

Occasionally, the light flickered on her face, highlighting her fair side profile, from forehead to chin, with perfect delicate beauty, and her hair tied back behind her ears, glossy like satin, accentuating her stunning appearance.

A beauty plucked right from a painting.

Qiao Xi’s phone vibrated a few times.

She checked her messages; the Shen family had each sent her a red envelope without planning it.

[Aunt Shen: Xixi, happy birthday, make sure to accept the red envelope, it’s all our sincere thoughts.]

Qiao Xi took a deep breath; it would be hard to decline, but accepting didn’t feel right either.

Finally, fearing to reveal the truth before the elders, Qiao Xi accepted the red envelopes and transferred them all to Shen Dang.

Shen Dang sent over a question mark.

Qiao Xi explained: [These red envelopes are from Grandpa and your parents; I can’t accept them.]

[Scoundrel: And I can accept them? You want to force me to do such unfilial things?]

One could feel Boss Shen’s mocking tone even through the screen.

But was it as serious as he made out?

Shen Dang directly refunded the money Qiao Xi had transferred to him and added: [Don’t try to harm me.]

Was this man suffering from some kind of persecution complex?

The lights in the private room suddenly dimmed. Qiao Xi was startled, only to see staff pushing in a multi-tiered fruit cake.

Everyone cheered in unison, "Teacher Qiao, happy birthday!"

Qiao Xi joined everyone in the birthday song, made a wish, blew out the candles, and then cut and shared the cake with everyone.

Bei Bei approached with her phone, "Sister Xi, the caller with four 4’s is calling again!"