CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 147 IS IT VERY PAINFUL (3)

"Sir, do you also like equestrian sports?" Shen Tingting spoke softly, not pretending to be gentle, yet her voice carried a barely concealed shyness.

Fu Nancheng remained silent, it was unclear if he even heard her speak.

Shen Tingting was not discouraged, standing beside him and gazing into the distance alongside him. After half a minute, she spoke again, "Do you favor the Trakehner horse or the Saddleback horse?"

This time, Fu Nancheng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he parted his thin lips to speak, "Saddleback."

Hearing this, Shen Tingting’s heart leapt with joy.

It seemed he truly liked equestrian sports too!

Fortunately, she had some understanding of equestrianism, otherwise, she would genuinely not know what to say to him at this moment.

Shen Tingting turned to look at the man and said warmly, "I think it’s the Trakehner horse, though it’s a warmblood, this one is a veteran of the field, winning many championships with its keen intuition!"

Shen Tingting spoke eloquently.

In fact, she too believed the Saddleback was more suited for competition, being a hot-blooded horse born for racing.

But she knew that if she agreed, the man beside her might not speak again.

Conversely, if her opinion contradicted his, she thought he would certainly not resist wanting to analyze his views with her, certainly not resist arguing back.

In this way, their conversation would multiply.

Through repeated exchanges, she would grow more familiar with him.

That was her goal.

Shen Tingting stood by, confidently waiting for him to speak.

But after a full two minutes, Fu Nancheng still showed no intention of discussing with her, remaining silent throughout.

This brought a flicker of disappointment to Shen Tingting’s eyes, how could he be so composed?

Aren’t men usually eager to show off their extensive knowledge and diverse interests at times like these?

After waiting for over another minute, Shen Tingting finally couldn’t resist speaking again, "Sir, why do you favor the Saddleback?"

This time, Fu Nancheng finally sparingly uttered two words: "Good looking."

And his gaze remained fixed on Qiao Mo, who was getting closer...

Because the person was good looking.

At this moment, Qiao Mo had basically mastered some horse riding techniques.

Although it was just simple riding, far from professional equestrian standards, she was already sweaty from riding and her face flushed, feeling exceptionally good.

The horse slowed down and gradually approached the stands.

She lifted her head and fell into a deep gaze, momentarily stunned.

He... why is he here?

Was she seeing things?

Qiao Mo looked with some distraction at Fu Nancheng on the stands, her hands gripping the reins, forgetting to react.

He was also watching her, saying nothing.

Standing beside Fu Nancheng, Shen Tingting also evidently noticed the pair’s gaze, her heart tightened, inexplicably unease washing over her, she moved a few steps closer to Fu Nancheng.

Only then did Qiao Mo notice Shen Tingting beside him, slightly losing her focus.

The two stood in the sunlight, the man in a suit looking exceptionally handsome, the woman elegant and graceful in her white dress; standing side by side, they seemed inexplicably harmonious.

Qiao Mo shifted her gaze calmly, without greeting, showing no expression, merely looking towards the track, as if he was a complete stranger.

Fu Nancheng’s face turned a shade darker, his thin lips pressed tightly, every cell radiating displeasure.