Chapter Thirty-Two: Would You Be Even Angrier

Xiaoxiao could clearly sense that Lin Shuo was angry. She opened her eyes and looked directly at him. “If I told you it wasn’t Xi Mintang, would you be even angrier?” Sure enough, Lin Shuo’s gaze flickered. Xiaoxiao spoke calmly, “You know what line of work I’m in now. To be honest, I’ve coached many blind dates, but my theories have never been tested on myself. Now there’s a decent opportunity—the other party, frankly, is a second-generation heir to a demolished property. He doesn’t have a job, but at least his family background is good.”

Before she could finish, Lin Shuo had already gripped her chin tightly, a cold smile curling at his lips. “Do you care about houses, cars, or other people’s opinions?”

Xiaoxiao tilted her head, neither humble nor arrogant. “I’m just an ordinary person. I like all the things you mentioned. But I don’t want a man who’s living off someone else.”

Lin Shuo understood, the icy edge in his demeanor softened a little. He nodded, saying, “Compared to him, the one surnamed Xi does seem much better.” Since that was the case, what harm was there in her meeting a few more of those ‘second-generation heirs’? His hand, having released her chin, gently brushed it, then he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She neither resisted nor responded, but he seemed quite satisfied, and after rising, even licked his lips with a hint of aftertaste. “I don’t like the taste of your lipstick today. That strawberry one you wore last time was much better.”

Mentioning that seductive evening, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but shiver, frozen in her rocking chair, uncertain what to do. Lin Shuo walked a few steps away, then stopped abruptly, turned back with a half-smile, his tone resolute. “That Xi fellow—stay away from him.”

She didn’t ask why, because he always had his reasons, always managed to justify himself, and she knew him all too well.

For several nights in a row, after dinner, Xiaoxiao would spend some time on the balcony. She would fold up the sun umbrella, look up, and see a sky full of stars, twinkling just like in children’s songs. These days, there weren’t many cities where stars were still visible. With a cup of iced tea in hand, she lay back in the rocking chair. The cicadas had been singing for nearly a month now, and the air carried a faint hint of summer. But people said that Kunming had no summer, and she thought that was reasonable—no matter how strong the sun, a single rain could bring winter.

“I didn’t take you for someone with such a romantic side.” Xiaoxiao was startled by the sudden voice, and her iced tea sloshed, spilling half a cup. Seeing it was Xi Mintang, she hurriedly wiped the messy tea stains from her clothes after her initial surprise.

“How did you get here?” She had not expected Xi Mintang’s sudden visit, but managed to maintain her usual courtesy.

“I drove,” he replied, making another dry joke.

“I mean, how did you know I live here?” Last time, she only let him drop her off at the alley entrance, so Xiaoxiao was puzzled.

“The road’s right under your nose,” he quipped, and Xiaoxiao paused for a moment before realizing he meant ‘mouth’—he must have simply asked someone. That made sense.

Xi Mintang walked over, picked up the half cup of iced tea from the table, and, without a word, drank it all in one gulp. He showed a satisfied expression, praising her tea-making skills. Xiaoxiao always responded warmly to his compliments, jokingly asked if he wanted another cup, and Xi Mintang did not refuse.

They enjoyed their time together, and Xiaoxiao even told Xi Mintang about the second-generation heir her family had introduced to her. His reaction puzzled her. Lin Shuo’s attitude at noon had been clear: whether she met him or not, it was hopeless. It seemed only by drawing these comparisons could Lin Shuo’s unparalleled qualities be highlighted.

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