Chapter 775

There was no expression on her face.

When Qiao Nainai came in, she smelled cigarette smoke, rolled her eyes, and was just about to scold someone when she noticed Qiao Muting was on the phone with Shu Xia, so she kept quiet.

They didn't talk for long before Qiao Muting hung up.

Turning back, he saw his grandmother glaring at him.

"Xia Xia was injured because of you, and now she's at home recuperating all by herself. Can't you spend more time talking to her? Aren't you afraid that one day Xia Xia will get fed up with you and not want you anymore?" Qiao Nainai felt there was a real possibility of that.

Anyone who gets to know Xia Xia will definitely like her.

What's more, Xia Xia is top-tier in terms of looks.

For those who don't know Xia Xia, her appearance alone is enough to make them lose their hearts.

This grandson of hers really makes people worry to death.

The corners of Qiao Muting's mouth twitched, "No one dares to snatch my wife."

"That's not necessarily true, you should be more careful," Qiao Nainai huffed.

She didn't think confidence was a bad thing before, but now she suddenly felt that sometimes being too confident is just excessive narcissism.

Qiao Nainai composed herself and smoothed her expression, "Let's go, there's a crowd waiting downstairs. I've felt like something hasn't been quite right since I got back this time; you should be careful yourself."

Qiao Muting lowered his eyes, "Mm."

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Shu Xia put her phone into her bag and walked toward the parking lot.

Because she had arrived in the afternoon, there were no spots left in the library parking lot, so she had parked near the museum not far away.

She needed to cross an underpass and walk for a few minutes.

After walking out of the underpass, she arrived at the parking lot, and just as she was about to get into the car, someone suddenly blocked her path.

A hand with meticulously manicured French-tipped nails gently stroked the car door handle.

"The car he gave you?"

The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with very fair skin, a heart-shaped face, beautiful phoenix eyes, and an intangible, noble temperament.

When she looked at Shu Xia, there was a hint of scrutiny in her gaze.

It was the kind of scrutiny from someone standing on high, looking down.

Judging by the tone of that question, did she know Qiao Muting? Shu Xia's expression was cold and indifferent, "Please move aside."

Xu Zihan's face suddenly turned cold, "I know Qiao Muting. I was the one who gave him this car back then; I didn't expect him to give it to you."

She thought she had seen wrong just now, but when she walked closer and saw the license plate number, she confirmed she hadn't.

She didn't expect that coming to the museum to donate two collection pieces would lead to running into the woman Qiao Muting was keeping.

For the past few years, there hadn't been any women around Qiao Muting, and even if women had thrown themselves at him, they hadn't ended up well.

But recently, some rumors had reached her ears while she was abroad.

They said there was a woman by Qiao Muting's side, that they had been seen entering restaurants and auction houses together, and even encountered by chance at shopping malls.

A photo of the two of them on a date at a movie theater had been taken by someone two days ago and sent to her.

She hadn't really believed the previous rumors when she heard them.

There were too many groundless, fake reports like that.

As a result, she was shocked when she saw the photo the day before yesterday.

In the photo, Qiao Muting's gaze toward Shu Xia was gentle and held a hint of undisguised affection.

It was the kind of look a man has for a woman he likes.

She had bought a plane ticket and flown back overnight, thinking of finding an opportunity to see Qiao Muting, but she hadn't expected to run into Shu Xia here today.

Letting someone else drive the car she gave him—Qiao Muting really knew how to be cruel.

Shu Xia was a bit surprised; she hadn't expected that the car she had casually driven out was actually a gift from someone else.

Her own car had been burned to a crisp, and she hadn't had time to buy a new one yet, so she had just picked one from the garage; this car didn't look too flashy, and it was the type a girl would like.