Chapter 135: The Flames of Gossip Burn Bright

Chapter 135: The Flames of Gossip Burn Bright

Mu Qianqian asked so bluntly because something had come back to her.

Days ago, on the night they met, she and Wu Chen had been talking in the bar. Listening to him brag about his story of being trapped in a loop of the same day, she had tried to catch him out in the lie by asking whether he had slept with Su Qingying.

He said he had.

He had even rated Su Qingying’s looks a 9.5, and said that in all of Donghai the women whose beauty could stand beside hers could be counted on one hand—and then said Su Qingying had some kind of weakness.

When Mu Qianqian pressed, he would say no more.

A great deal had happened between them afterward, but of that story she had not believed a single word. Reliving one day for a thousand years? She had already exposed the lie.

Even now, remembering it again, she still did not believe the loop story.

But the part about sleeping with Su Qingying—that, she now felt, might well be true.

The last time she came to Wu Chen’s apartment, the place had been a mess. This time, from the moment she stepped in, she had noticed it was cleaned and spotless. The dirty clothes that had been strewn about were washed and hanging on the balcony. Even the sheets had been washed and hung on a temporary rack in the living room.

She had not thought much of it.

Her head had been full of her own troubles. She simply assumed Wu Chen had gotten around to tidying up, or hired a cleaning service.

Until Su Qingying appeared.

In that subtle, bizarre atmosphere, Su Qingying had gone first to the kitchen to set down the bags, then to the bedroom to change, and on coming out had gone straight to the balcony for the laundry—for all the world as though she had come home. So practiced about it that Mu Qianqian began to feel Su Qingying was the one who had washed those clothes in the first place.

She even took down the boxer briefs without hesitating, holding them in her hands without the faintest distaste.

Friends?

Friends did not behave like this.

At the question, Su Qingying’s raised hand paused on the hanger. Then she lowered it.

In fact, she had been waiting for Mu Qianqian to ask. There were things she could not raise first. Her relationship with Wu Chen was still a secret, and until she knew Mu Qianqian’s situation she absolutely could not expose it.

But!

She could tell perfectly well that there had to be something between Mu Qianqian and Wu Chen. A girl visiting a male friend’s home did not shower first, put on his robe, and leave her own clothes strewn about. That was not normal.

Standing on the balcony, Su Qingying paused, then turned to look at Mu Qianqian in the living room—and instead of answering, asked a question of her own.

“What about you?”

Mu Qianqian had asked whether she had slept with Wu Chen.

Su Qingying’s answer was: What about you?

She had not admitted it.

Nor had she denied it.

Mu Qianqian was stunned.

It was true.

It was actually true.

The daughter of Donghai’s richest man. Donghai’s foremost heiress. The woman everyone acknowledged as Donghai’s most perfect, its number-one beauty.

She was Wu Chen’s woman.

Mu Qianqian stood there dumbstruck, saying nothing.

“What about you?” Su Qingying asked again, and went on, “When did you and Wu Chen…?”

There seemed to be more inside the question than the words themselves.

Su Qingying had never looked into whether Wu Chen had other women, or how many. She did not much mind.

Because what she had with Wu Chen was not an ordinary relationship between a man and a woman to begin with.

Under those terms, what she would mind was anyone who made her feel threatened.

Put plainly, Mu Qianqian was not qualified to make her feel threatened.

She was a pretty young girl, nothing more.

At present, only Li Ruobing could make Su Qingying feel threatened—could make her fear that Wu Chen might be taken from her.

She had once mistaken Li Ruobing for the same kind of person she was. The misunderstanding had…