Afraid of being humble woman

  "Ah——" Her eyes suddenly felt hot, and Qiao Yunxue's heart skipped a beat. Clearly, she was only one step away from crossing the threshold of the wine house, but her legs seemed to have taken root, unable to move an inch.

  Rong Qian casually reached out and grabbed her hand, walking outside with her.

  His hand grasped her wrist, seemingly light but actually tight. Qiao Yunxue followed silently behind him. He seemed to know she couldn't walk fast and slowed down his pace, allowing her to just keep up.

  "Rong Qian..." He seemed to have done nothing for her, and the closest they had been so far was holding hands. She hadn't thought about how to be intimate with him or how to be a good wife to him, but she would often feel waves of emotion.

  That feeling is not particularly strong, always faint, but can't ignore its existence.

  Arriving at the parking lot, Rong Qian let go of her small hand, opened the car door for her, and calmly sat in the driver's seat, starting the Audi.

  Qiao Yunxue bent down and was about to get into the car when a bright light flashed by from the side. She turned her body around.

  A red Ferrari stopped beside her, and the noble Mrs. Luo got out of it and ran towards Qiao Yunxue.

  "Qiao Yunxue!" Su Qinglan was so angry that her teeth were chattering, "Why did you invite Shao Fan to Oil Painting Street? You don't have the ability to keep a man, but only the ability to harm men. Shao Fan was not unkind to you in the past, why do you hate him so much? Look at those villains on Oil Painting Street, they clearly want Shao Fan's life."

  Qiao Yunxue's face changed from disgust to calm, and finally to coldness: "Su Qinglan, I understand what you mean. You're saying that I'm not nice enough to Luo Shaoban, and I should be gentler with him, right?"

  "Heavens! You still dare to be gentle with him? What kind of woman are you? Stay away from him." Su Qinglan's voice was shrill and piercing, "He has been my husband for a year now. Why won't you let go?"

  "Wife, get in. It's too hot outside." Rong Qian opened the car door calmly and quietly, his voice not high or low, just loud enough for Su Qinglan to hear.

  "Oh?" Su Qinglan surprisingly ran over and saw Rong Qian through the glass...

  "Ah yo......" A very small cry, Su Qinglan took off running, rushing into the wine tower in a flash, without even turning her head.

  What a dramatic effect, Qiao Yunxue couldn't help but turn around again, looking at the rich young madam in silk cheongsam with suspicion, escaping so desperately, why did she change her face so quickly?

  There was only Rong Qian in the car. The man's face didn't have a fierce expression. Although he wasn't smiling, he didn't look scary either.

  Qiao Yunxue furrowed her brow, puzzled, did Su Qinglan know Rong Qian?...

  "Clouds and snow don't get angry."

  "I'm not angry." A man who can be infatuated with a mistress, can also be infatuated with another woman. Luo Shaofan is now able to maintain Su Qinglan, and in the future may also maintain another woman.

  Moreover, Su Qinglan had hired a private investigator to tail Luo Shaofeng. If the truth were to come out, Su Qinglan would not have a good life.

  Lu Shao Fan is not someone to be trifled with!

  Quietly getting into the Audi, Qiao Yunxue's face was gentle and her tone soft: "Rongqian, let's go home!"

  Not hearing any response, Qiao Yunxue turned around, her eyes scanning Rong Qian's pale face.

  He was too close to her. The man's warm breath almost enveloped her, and the scent of Gucci Pour Homme was faint, but she felt like she was about to be suffocated.

  Her eyes were deep and dark, gazing at her tightly pursed red lips. She leaned forward...

  "Rong Qian..." Qiao Yunxue murmured.

  Rong Qian wants to do something...