The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof-Chapter 129 - 130 Shameless_1

Chapter 129 -130 Shameless_1

“Alright then.”

There were aspects about this man that were stubborn to a point that gave her a headache, but after a thought, there was nothing wrong with walking the red carpet. Conveniently, Bu Gang did not have a partner to walk the red carpet with, so why not have the three of them walk it together?

Si Limo looked at her, noticing that she seemed to have lost a lot of weight compared to a few days ago. He acknowledged her tenacity and determination.

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Besides feeling both heart-aching and sympathetic, all he did was silently act as her rock. As long as she didn’t want to do it, no one could force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

“Xiaren, Xiaren!”

Seeing Xiaren was about to leave, Ye Mohan became frantic, banging against the car window incessantly, evidently having something to say to her.

Qiao Xiaren found the man annoying, not understanding why Ye Mohan was still pestering her. The bond from their childhood had long been eroded away, leaving hardly any energy left to hate.

As long as he did not provoke her voluntarily in this lifetime, she might even show mercy. But if he crossed her line again, then he can’t blame her for being ruthless!

Si Er thought this man had no decency and manners, didn’t know who raised him to be banging on a car window in public.

“Who is he?”

The complexion on Si Limo’s usually gentle face instantly darkened. Si Er couldn’t help but tremble, feeling an illusion of his young master being a jealous husband.

“Just a passerby I’m not really familiar with.” Qiao Xiaren unbuckled her seat belt, her face radiating cold vibes, “I’m sorry, Mr. Si, I will handle this man myself.”

Upon hearing the word ‘passerby’, Si Limo’s tense face relaxed somewhat, desperately holding back the urge to grasp her hand. Watching Qiao Xiaren step out of the car, he felt an unexpected sense of loss, as if something had suddenly been removed from his heart.

He didn’t know when his straightforward desires had changed, feeling increasingly entrapped like a moth to a flame.

Seeing Qiao Xiaren getting out of the car, Ye Mohan’s eyes lit up, reaching out his hand to touch her shoulder: “Xiaren.”

His arm was suddenly hit with intense pain. Ye Mohan’s pupils contracted sharply, and his hand fell limply by his side, unable to muster any strength.

He dumbly met Qiao Xiaren’s cold and shiny eyes. Those black eyes appeared boundless like a pitch-dark night, as if they could pierce through everything, somewhat evil and seductive, but mostly exuding an icy chill.

“Xiaren!” Shen Sichen hadn’t expected Qiao Xiaren would actually take action, promptly trying to dissuade her, “Xiaren, let’s talk things through calmly, no need for violence.”

Qiao Xiaren took a few steps back, her eyes scornfully fixed on a pale-faced Ye Mohan: “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands, it’s disgusting.”

“Xiaren, are you still blaming me and Anchu? I’ve already told you, what happened between us had nothing to do with Anchu, emotions can’t be forced. I hope you can forget the past. Nothing can ever happen between you and me.”

Ye Mohan attempted to school Qiao Xiaren on the right path, stubbornly assuming that she was still holding a grudge against him and Anchu.

“Heh heh…”

Xiaren sneered, cutting off what Ye Mohan wanted to say: “Aren’t you taking your own superiority a bit too seriously, Ye Mohan? Do you think your face is significant enough?”

“Don’t say one thing and mean another, I know you can’t forget me.” Ye Mohan’s eyes grew tender, “If it weren’t for Anchu, perhaps I really could…”

He abruptly stopped midway through his sentence. Qiao Xiaren only wanted to laugh upon hearing it. This kind of ambiguous statement undoubtedly served his intention to take advantage of her. Did he still consider her a naïve and foolish girl, whose heart could be easily swayed by a hint of ambiguity, and then willingly become his stepping stone?

To be shameless to such an extent was really incomprehensible.

She turned to look at Si Er standing on the side, suddenly walking over, lightly patting Si Er’s shoulder, all the while saying, “Ye Mohan, look at him – his face, his physique – this is what you call handsome. Now, look at yourself, emaciated, messy and greasy hair, rugged beard, and stinking all over, what about you could possibly attract me? You could be written off in a minute yet dare to play the love-struck routine in front of me?”