CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 187 COLD WAR (5)

After leaving Nanshan Villa, Qiao Mo walked along the mountain road.

This area is a villa district, sparsely populated. She walked without encountering a single person, only an occasional passing car.

The night was slightly cool. She didn’t know how long she’d been walking but had yet to come across a hotel.

She paused, hugging her arms, and looked back in the direction she came from.

She had walked quite far; from here she could see his villa brightly lit.

Qiao Mo chuckled self-deprecatingly. How could she expect a man like that to care about her well-being?

She sighed lightly, gathered her spirits, and continued walking for a long time.

It wasn’t until more than half an hour had passed that she finally encountered a very luxurious hotel.

She got a room, took a shower, and then flung herself onto the bed.

The person who wrote the letter, to him... must be important.

She tossed and turned for a long time, unable to sleep due to the unfamiliar room and atmosphere.

Early the next morning, before she could sleep deeply, her phone chimed with a message.

She glanced at it drowsily and tossed the phone aside.

She planned to sleep a bit longer but suddenly opened her eyes, furrowed her brows, got up, and picked up her phone again.

"Ten o’clock in the morning, Hilton Hotel, first floor."

Qiao Mo checked the time, it was eight o’clock, still plenty of time.

Yesterday she thought about Qiao Dehou’s matter and sent a message to Professor Han’s son, Han Zirui, hoping to arrange to meet him when he had time.

He hadn’t replied for a long time, and she hadn’t expected he would arrange to meet her today.

At ten o’clock, Qiao Mo arrived punctually on the first floor of the Hilton Hotel, where Han Zirui was already there.

Though they hadn’t intersected much before, Qiao Mo had seen him twice before, and she recognized him at a glance.

"Hello, Mr. Han."

The man in front of her wore a beige suit, bearing some of Professor Han’s elegance and style, yet with more sharpness and rigor, characteristic of a lawyer.

Fortunately, his sharpness and rigor were solely directed at the profession; personally, he was quite gentle.

"Just call me senior, I’m from the same school, we’ve met twice before," Han Zirui spoke warmly, ordered water for Qiao Mo, and studied the woman before him.

He had seen her several times, initially not paying much attention.

Yet his old man constantly talked about her, praising her endlessly, and he grew weary, naturally wanting to see the legendary Second Miss of the Qiao family, to see what extraordinary she possessed to earn such favoritism from his father.

But it was that time that he found her interesting.

He remembered it was after her senior graduation ceremony, this seemingly somewhat aloof woman inexplicably got drunk, chatted about life aspirations with a fish in a fish tank all night, and he only knew that fish died the next day, looking quite helpless.

Thinking of this, Han Zirui’s face broke into a smile, leaving Qiao Mo somewhat puzzled.

She was quite surprised that he remembered her.

The school had previously invited outstanding graduates for speeches, and Han Zirui was among them, but she assumed they had no interaction, and he wouldn’t remember.

Han Zirui inquired about Qiao Dehou’s situation, but despite knowing the process, Qiao Mo couldn’t withstand Han Zirui’s professional and penetrating questions, leading to not knowing many details of the critical points.

The two talked for about an hour, and at last, Han Zirui gently closed the notebook in his hand.