The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 109: You Can Ignore Those People

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: You Can Ignore Those People

Bai Chengxi lifted his glass and admitted proactively, "It was me who secretly used his phone to send a message while Mu Shuoqian was in the restroom. I didn’t expect that girl to actually come over. She’s really obedient."

"You’re in trouble. If Mu Shuoqian finds out, he might just withdraw the investment from your new play." Leng Shaoqing poured some more drinks and clinked glasses with him lightly, his mouth expressing pity but his face couldn’t hide the schadenfreude.

Bai Chengxi was certainly not afraid, "Relax, I’ve already deleted that message. He can’t confront me when there’s no evidence left."

"Haha, Old Bai, you really are shrewd."

"Please, call me Xiao Bai. And if you must use a nickname, call me ’Clever Xiao Bai’."

At this moment, Luo Shangqing, who hadn’t been speaking much, suddenly said, "Do you really think Mu Shuoqian is the kind of person you can easily scheme against?"

As soon as these words fell, Bai Chengxi and Leng Shaoqing looked at each other, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.

The server knocked on the door, nodded politely to everyone, and placed the bill on the coffee table. Bai Chengxi casually picked it up.

Although Xiangshan Club is owned by Leng Shaoqing, the group of brothers were not into free-loading, so they took turns paying the bill. This time, it happened to be Bai Chengxi’s turn.

He glanced at the bill and sensed something was off, so he asked the server, "Could there be a mistake? Why is it so expensive? Leng Shaoqing, are you running a rip-off business?"

Leng Shaoqing immediately glared at the server, demanding an explanation.

The server, calm and smiling, explained: "Young Master Qian took away two bottles of ’82 Lafite when he left just now."

Bai Chengxi: "...."

Suddenly, a despairing howl echoed from the room: "Fuck."

Mu Shuoqian tossed the two bottles of red wine into Gu Qili’s arms, and she could only obediently hold them, completely unaware of their value.

"You’ve been drinking; let me drive." She sensitively smelled the alcohol coming from him.

Mu Shuoqian gave her a look, silently placed the car keys in her palm, and they switched seats.

Gu Qili casually placed the two bottles of wine on the back seat.

On the road, he didn’t speak at all, sitting there like a delicate statue, with the streetlights unable to penetrate the darkness of his eyes.

His silence made her feel anxious, so she took the initiative to break the odd tranquility.

"Should I not have gone in to find you?"

She thought he was alone, but instead, she encountered a room full of young masters.

Mu Shuoqian took out a cigarette, lit it up, lowered the car window next to him, and started smoking slowly. Just when she thought he wouldn’t answer, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "You don’t need to bother with those people."

Gu Qili stuck out her tongue in her mind—probably the relationship needed to be reverted; who was she, who were they, it’s not certain yet who should be bothering with whom.

"I have an exam this week, can I not go to the old house?" His mood seemed okay now; a Mu Shuoqian who had been drinking usually wasn’t too harsh in his mannerisms but wasn’t exactly soft either.

He had finished his cigarette and looked at her inquisitively, "What exam?"

"The French Level 8 exam." Gu Qili answered honestly.

"Haven’t passed it yet?" His frowned brows clearly showed some dissatisfaction.

She didn’t understand what he was dissatisfied about. Whether she passed or not was her own business; what did it have to do with him, he should go and try the exam for himself.

Gu Qili forced a smile, "It’s my first time taking it!"

He lowered his head to check his phone and snorted lightly, "Which means, it’s not certain that you’ll pass?"