CHAPTER 651: CHAPTER 139: LU JINGCHEN AND ZUO YUQING ARE ALREADY IN THE PAST

Song Qiao paused in her step, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and after a moment, she chuckled lowly and looked towards the housemaid Chen, asking, "Are you saying Ning Yan’er is here to see me?"

Housemaid Chen was momentarily stunned and then smiled and nodded, saying, "Miss Ning came here when the master left. But the master said not to disturb you, so Miss Ning has been waiting downstairs for quite a while now."

As for Ning Yan’er, she has never taken a liking to her, partly because of Ning Wan, and on the other hand, there were aspects of Ning Yan’er herself that she disliked.

Now that Ning Yan’er had actually come to her door, this indeed aroused her curiosity, given that every time she encountered Ning Yan’er, they always seemed to take a displeasure in each other for various reasons.

Since Lu Jingchen left, she had been staying in the upstairs bedroom, and by her reckoning, she had been there for over half an hour already.

With the support of housemaid Chen, she descended to the living room. As soon as she stepped off the last stair, she looked up to see two women sitting on the living room sofa. Song Qiao’s brows raised slightly as she lightly glanced at the girl who appeared to be in her twenties sitting next to Ning Yan’er. This girl was quite pretty, with an oval-shaped face and features that exuded a natural beauty.

She looked somewhat familiar, but Song Qiao couldn’t recall where she had seen her before.

Her gaze shifted directly onto Ning Yan’er, who was wearing a long dress, and then she turned to housemaid Chen, saying, "Housemaid Chen, do we have any flower tea at home? Prepare a cup for me, please. I’m a bit thirsty."

"Of course, madam. I’ll go prepare the flower tea for you right now. Would you like to eat something as well?" Housemaid Chen nodded briskly and hurriedly agreed.

"No need."

Hearing Song Qiao’s voice, Ning Yan’er and the girl both looked over. Unlike Ning Yan’er’s calm demeanor, Song Qiao’s peripheral vision caught a flicker of resentment in the young woman’s eyes as she looked towards her.

Song Qiao’s brows furrowed slightly, but without revealing anything, she walked over with an unchanged expression and sat down on the sofa opposite them, straightening her back slightly. She still felt a tinge of pain, but her tone remained as normal, yet carried a trace of cool detachment, "Miss Ning, may I ask what brings you here to see me?"

After she finished speaking, Song Qiao felt that her tone was overly polite. In the end, she had not yet learned how to be a bad woman who speaks ill of others.

Ning Yan’er, looking at Song Qiao, couldn’t help but feel a sense of unfamiliarity. To be honest, in this world, she hated Ning Wan the most, second only to Song Qiao.

It wasn’t just because Ning Wan competed with her for Xi Mohan; it was also due to Ning Wan’s natural fearlessness and the confidence she exuded, along with her beautiful face, which often made Ning Yan’er feel inferior to Ning Wan.

As for hating Song Qiao - firstly, it was because Song Qiao was good friends with Ning Wan, leading to a collective dislike, and secondly, because Song Qiao’s personality was too expressive of her feelings, which made her even more detestable.

Recomposing her expression, Ning Yan’er lifted her hand to tuck a lock of hair that had fallen in front to behind her ear, her posture exuding laziness and allure. Her lips curved into a beautiful arc as she said, "Actually, I’m here today to talk to you about Ning Wan..." She paused, then without beating around the bush or looking away, she fixed her gaze directly on Song Qiao and asked point-blank, "Song Qiao, where is Ning Wan right now?"

Song Qiao was momentarily perplexed upon hearing her words, then felt an inexplicable urge to laugh. The feeling of amusement spread to her senses, making her actually laugh out loud. Her voice was gentle, but she answered directly with three words, "I don’t know."

Ning Yan’er clearly did not believe her and continued to gaze intently at her, enunciating each word with clarity and definite certainty, "Song Qiao, I know you know where she is. You are her best friend; how could you possibly not know where she is?"

As for Ning Wan, probably no one in the world had a better relationship with her than Song Qiao.

If Song Qiao didn’t know where Ning Wan was, then nobody in this world would.

Therefore, how could Song Qiao possibly not know her whereabouts? She had sent people to search nearly all of An City and couldn’t find any trace of Ning Wan; it was as if she had no idea where Ning Wan was hiding.

That’s why she came to Song Qiao impatiently, hoping to learn of her whereabouts.

Even though she knew, the chances of Song Qiao telling her were slim to none.

However, she must find Ning Wan and then send her far away from An City, so that she can’t appear in front of Xi Mohan again.

Chen’s mother promptly brought over a cup of flower tea. Song Qiao took it and held it in her hands to drink a sip; it tasted good. This flower tea was still what Ning Wan had brought back for her initially, saying a boy at school gave it to her while pursuing her.

At that time Song Qiao had even ridiculed that boy, questioning what kind of boy pursues a girl by giving flower tea. Don’t most people give roses or other truly valuable gifts?

No wonder that guy is single.

It was only after she tasted it that she realized this was no ordinary flower tea. This kind of flower tea isn’t available on the market yet—others who want it couldn’t even get it.

Ning Wan didn’t like to drink tea or coffee and such, so in the end, the one who enjoyed this fortune was herself.

She was still holding the cup in her hand, not very hot, her gaze turned toward Ning Yan’er across from her, with a light smile on her face looking very bland, "Miss Ning, with what you said, don’t you think that in this world, someone else knows better than I where Wanwan is hiding?"

Caught off guard by Song Qiao’s words, Ning Yan’er didn’t react for a moment and blurted out a single word, "Who?"

Song Qiao smiled faintly, her expression particularly cold, "Xi Mohan, of course."

The next second, Ning Yan’er’s expression on her face immediately changed, while Song Qiao still sat relaxed in the sofa, her posture somewhat lazy, her lips curled with a smile watching the woman’s hands slowly forming fists, her eyes carrying an indiscernible emotion.

However, before Ning Yan’er could speak, the girl who came with her could no longer contain her anger, suddenly slamming her hand on the table, stood up fiercely and stared at Song Qiao, coldly saying, "What nonsense are you spouting here? My cousin-in-law only loves my cousin, how could he have any entanglement with that slut Ning Wan?"

That girl still faced Song Qiao, filled with rage in her eyes, but she didn’t know why she was so angry as she spoke coldly, "Do you think I don’t understand the meaning behind your words? Are you implying that my cousin-in-law has hidden that slut Ning Wan away and is keeping her as a mistress?"

Song Qiao raised her eyebrows looking at the girl, her lips still bearing that shallow smile, her hands holding the delicate and pretty teacup, slowly feeling the heat radiating from the cup, laughing lightly and saying, "When did I say that it was Xi Mohan who hid Wanwan? And don’t you know? Usually, only a slut would call others a slut."

She never liked cursing at people, even rarely doing so from childhood to adulthood, but that doesn’t mean she really can’t curse. Sometimes it also depends on whether the other party has gone too far or stepped on her bottom line.

For her, Song Qiao, Ning Wan has been by her side through thick and thin over the years, sharing tears, laughter, and mischief. She didn’t know when exactly, but Ning Wan also became her bottom line.

"You..." The girl, infuriated by Song Qiao’s words, turned red and then pale, yet found no words to retort, and could only point at Song Qiao with her finger, glaring at her furiously as if wanting to poke a hole through her.

Song Qiao continued to smile, unfazed, "Little sister, don’t you know that pointing a finger at someone is a very impolite behavior? Didn’t your mother teach you that?"

"Song Qiao, my cousin is still a child, she didn’t mean to do it. I apologize to you on her behalf. The words she just said were not intentional," Ning Yan’er regained her usual composure, and after finishing, she looked at the girl next to her with a bit of displeasure, tugged on her clothes, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down, I didn’t bring you here today to cause a scene, sit still and don’t talk."

Song Qiao looked at the two opposite her but said nothing with a smile.

Still a child?

After sizing up Ning Yan’er’s cousin, Song Qiao couldn’t help but click her tongue inwardly. With that figure and that demeanor, where does she still look like a child?

She is clearly someone seasoned by society.

The girl sat down reluctantly but still found the time to glare at Song Qiao, murmuring, "Cousin, why do you speak so nicely to that woman? She clearly knows where that slut Ning Wan is, she just won’t tell you. I really don’t understand how brother Jingchen could fall for such a woman. Compared to sister Yuqing, it’s heaven and earth apart; brother Jingchen’s taste is really getting worse and worse."

Hearing the girl’s words, Song Qiao’s hand holding the teacup paused, feeling somewhat amused, and looked at the two cousin sisters across from her, speaking lightly, "I don’t know why Lu Jingchen married me. If you want to know, you could ask him, I’d like to know as well. But I think, if he didn’t like me, how could he possibly marry me? Don’t you think? Moreover, Lu Jingchen and Zuo Yuqing are a thing of the past. If you came here today wanting to speak on behalf of Zuo Yuqing and Lu Jingchen, I’m sorry... My husband is not at home."