Chapter 185: Admitted It?
Within less than half an hour, Miao Qingqing arrived.
She wore a white blouse, a pair of black OL trousers, and black high heels. Her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, giving her an overall high-end and sophisticated air.
Most notably, today Miao Qingqing wasn’t wearing a stern expression, which made Song Xiaodong feel much more comfortable. He smiled and welcomed her in, saying, "You really are brave, knowing that I’m home alone, you still dare to come. Aren’t you afraid that I, this shameless guy, might just gobble you up?"
After slipping into house slippers, Miao Qingqing cocked her chin defiantly and said, "Hmph, as if you haven’t eaten before."
Song Xiaodong was taken aback, immediately grasping Miao Qingqing’s shoulders, and said, "Are you admitting that you were the one two years ago?"
"Ah ha... I never said that," Miao Qingqing turned her head away, her eyes slightly evasive.
Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "It’s rare, you’ve hidden it from me for so long, and you’re finally willing to admit it."
Miao Qingqing pulled his hands away and gave him a cold look, saying, "You’re overthinking it, I haven’t admitted anything. Oh, isn’t the house nice? You’re quite capable, kiddo." She began walking toward the living room.
Song Xiaodong followed behind, looking at Miao Qingqing’s back with a certain longing, his face still wearing a smile. The statement was already so clear that even if she tried to hide it, it was pointless. However, he didn’t keep pressing, but instead said with a grin, "Just average, it’s just a common house, nowhere near as grand as your Miao family’s mansion."
With her hands clasped behind her, Miao Qingqing looked around and commented, "Don’t mention those. That’s all my dad’s hard work, not mine. I didn’t buy it with my own money. Your place here, you bought it on your own strength."
Song Xiaodong, still smiling broadly, said, "Wow, it’s rare for Qingqing to think so highly of me, even complimenting me. That’s not like you at all. Are you sure you don’t have something to ask of me?"
"Really? Haven’t I ever complimented you before?" Miao Qingqing, still walking ahead, reached the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Song Xiaodong’s reflection in the glass.