My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 71: Do You Want to Be on Tomorrow’s Headlines?

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Do You Want to Be on Tomorrow’s Headlines?

There wasn’t even a note with the number; was it because the number was memorized or because the person’s identity needed to be kept confidential?

Bei Bei thought it was probably both.

Qiao Xi smiled at everyone, "I’ll step out to take a call."

Before Qiao Xi closed the door, she could still hear someone speculating, "Could it be Teacher Qiao’s husband calling?"

Excellent, my friend, you’re really wasting your talent not being a paparazzi.

As soon as Qiao Xi answered the call, she heard Shen Dang’s lazy voice mingling with the wind, "Tch, took you long enough to answer."

Qiao Xi leaned against the railing, a trace of proud laziness in her tone, "What’s up?"

"Come down."

Qiao Xi frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

[Sisters, Boss Shen will probably come to celebrate your birthday, right?]

Suddenly, Su Tutu’s words from this morning popped into Qiao Xi’s mind.

No way, no way, could it be that Boss Shen really came to Jiang City to celebrate her birthday?

She could hardly believe it.

Shen Dang’s voice was calm, "Grandpa and Madam Shen asked me to personally bring a gift for you."

He emphasized the word "personally."

"Actually, you could have mailed the gift, there’s no need to go to all the trouble of coming here."

She knew what the elders were thinking, but couldn’t he be a bit more adaptable?

"I’m already here," Shen Dang was even more nonchalant, some innate laziness seeping through, "I must give them an explanation after all."

First thing in the morning, Grandpa and Madam Shen made it clear to him that he must deliver the gift and not let Xixi spend her birthday alone in a foreign place.

What else could he do?

Could he have ended their part in the drama early?

"But I’m not at the hotel, I’m out celebrating with the crew."

Tch.

Even if he didn’t come, she wouldn’t be alone on her birthday.

Shen Dang was a bit annoyed, "Fine, I’ll come find you now."

"No need."

"I’ll stop by the airport afterward."

Qiao Xi pressed her lips together, "Then come, let me know when you arrive."

Qiao Xi sent the club’s location to Shen Dang.

Within fifteen minutes, Shen Dang had arrived downstairs.

Qiao Xi poured a glass of wine for everyone, "My husband is here to pick me up, I have to leave first, you guys continue having fun."

"Ah? Your husband?"

"Teacher Qiao, why don’t you invite your husband up to join us?"

"Yeah, yeah, we all want to meet Teacher Qiao’s husband."

"Me too, me too!" Bei Bei echoed excitedly, would she finally meet that legendary big shot?

No wonder the number wasn’t noted, so it was Sister Xi’s husband!

"My husband is shy, maybe another time." Qiao Xi drained her glass of wine, picked up her bag, and left.

Bei Bei followed behind eagerly, giggling, "Sister Xi, I’ll leave with you!"

Qiao Xi knew what she was thinking.

She smiled slightly, "I’m going back to Hai City tomorrow; you don’t need to follow me."

Bei Bei looked disappointed.

She just wanted to meet Sister Xi’s husband!

Qiao Xi looked down to text Shen Dang, asking where he parked, not noticing Qin Mo had followed her out.

Shen Dang’s car was parked outside the club.

Of course, it wasn’t his own car; someone with his status as a big boss would always have a car arranged wherever he went.

There were many cars parked by the roadside, Qiao Xi checked each license plate.

"Looking for something?" Shen Dang had gotten out of the car at some point, his tall figure leaning against the car, his posture lazy and aristocratic.

She just looked so silly before.

Following the sound of his voice, Qiao Xi looked up and met Shen Dang’s eyes in mid-air.

Qiao Xi walked over to him, stopping a meter away, "Where’s the gift?"

Their shadows cast on the ground, the two stood a safe distance apart, yet their shadows were completely overlapping each other.

Indistinguishable.

It was already cool in Jiang City by November.

Shen Dang was dressed in trousers and a shirt with a black leather jacket over it, broad and handsome; he looked particularly bewitching in the night light.

His disaster-invoking handsome face held a faint, teasing smile.

Shen Dang curled his lip, "Get in the car first, do you want to make the headlines tomorrow? Because I sure don’t."

By the time he finished talking, what else could she say?

Qiao Xi directly opened the back seat door.

Shen Dang leaned over to hold her hand, stars twinkling in his dark eyes, "Sit in the front. Want me to play driver again, huh?"

His warm breath on her face, along with the scent of dark agarwood from his body, drifted into her nostrils, faint yet aloof.

That enticing upward inflection in his voice, though.

Qiao Xi just smiled, eyes curving, "I wouldn’t dare to order you around."

Shen Dang lifted his chin arrogantly, "Good that you don’t dare."

Qiao Xi didn’t argue with him and walked around to the passenger side to open the door.

Just like he said, she didn’t want to be in the news, especially with him.

Seeing her compliance, Shen Dang’s mouth quickly curved into an undefinable smile.

He got in the car, his gaze sweeping past the entrance of the club, noticing a figure quickly duck behind the door.

He raised an eyebrow and buckled his seatbelt, asking casually, "No one followed you out, right?"

Qiao Xi’s gaze drifted over, somewhat perplexed, "Did you see someone following me?"

Shen Dang leaned back in his seat, offhandedly, "No."

"Where’s the gift?"

Shen Dang stretched his arm to take the gift box from the back seat.

A delicate box, covered with layers of subtle patterns, likely containing a necklace or bracelet.

Qiao Xi looked up at him, serious, "I know I shouldn’t accept these things. After we divorce tomorrow, including the things Madam Shen bought me before, I will convert them to cash and give it to you." She wouldn’t take advantage of the Shen family.

Shen Dang’s finger tapping on the steering wheel paused, "Tomorrow?"

Qiao Xi nodded, "You’re not free tomorrow? I’ve finished filming today; I can go back to Hai City for the divorce."

Shen Dang tugged at his lip, "I’m free."

With that, she felt relieved, "Good."

"I’ll take you back first," Shen Dang said as he started the car.

Qiao Xi didn’t refuse, politely expressing her gratitude, "Thank you."

"Could you book me a return flight?" Shen Dang took his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Qiao Xi.

His phone’s screensaver was just the default system image. When Qiao Xi tried to open it, the phone was password-protected.

"Unlock it."

Why pass her the phone without unlocking it first?

Shen Dang glanced at her and stretched out his hand, his thumb pressing on the screen.

Qiao Xi hadn’t expected this move; she thought he would take the phone back to unlock it, so when she didn’t grip it firmly, the phone dropped onto her lap.

Both of them paused.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Xi looked at him, speechless.

Shen Dang didn’t notice her gaze and said indifferently, "I’m driving; hold on to it."

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and faced the phone screen towards him.

To avoid another incident, Shen Dang supported the phone with one hand and pressed his thumb on the screen, successfully unlocking it.

His fingers were over hers for a moment.

Their skin touched for a few seconds before they parted.

Her fingers were soft, gentle and boneless, a bit cold, stirring a strange sensation in his heart.

Shen Dang’s hand, once withdrawn, subconsciously rubbed together.

Qiao Xi: "..."

What was this weird feeling all about?