Shen Qingqing almost choked on her own saliva.
As soon as she made a sound, Ning Su gave her a displeased look. Shen Qingqing coughed softly and waved her hand, indicating for her to continue.
This woman is so superfluous!
Ning Su felt displeased and said softly to Fu Jingshu, "I'm saying this not to make you feel indebted to me. I just want you to know that I'm good to you because I love you."
"Finished?"
Ning Su was stunned and nodded, "Finished..."
Fu Jingshu checked the time, took Shen Qingqing's hand, and walked towards the door, deliberately avoiding any contact with Ning Su as they passed by her.
This extreme avoidance made Ning Su feel hurt, yet she was unwilling to let him leave just like that. She couldn't help but chase after him.
"Jingshu..."
Fu Jingshu suddenly stopped. Ning Su's heart leaped with joy.
He must have changed his mind!
Fu Jingshu turned around, his expressionless face and indifferent gaze fixed on her. "Miss Ning, please remember, this name can only be called by my wife."
Splash!
A basin of cold water was poured over her head.
Ning Su felt a chill rush from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, so cold that she couldn't speak.
Seeing Shen Qingqing in her peripheral vision, her loneliness turned into anger, and she vented it at her, "What are you looking at? As Jingshu's wife, you not only can't help him but also cause him trouble. Is this how you are as his wife?"
Shen Qingqing: "..."
"If you weren't so stupid, you wouldn't have let Mark trick you out of the painting, and we would have had to clean up the mess. You don't deserve Jingshu at all!"
Shen Qingqing's lips twitched. She didn't spare Ning Su any face, "What does this have to do with you?"
Ning Su choked, "Jingshu is my friend, of course, I have to help him!"
"That was your choice." Shen Qingqing paused, and couldn't help but add, "Also, did you misunderstand something? Who told you that Mark returned the painting to me because of you?"
Ning Su's eyes flickered. "No one told me. Besides me, no one can make Mark compromise!"
She herself was quite surprised. At that time, she just didn't want to see Fu Jingshu angry and wanted to please him, so she tried to negotiate with Mark. Of course, Mark disagreed at first, and she gave up.
Who knew that the next morning, he suddenly said he was willing to return it.
She asked for the reason, and Mark was vague.
But after thinking about it, she couldn't think of any reason other than herself that would make Mark willing to return the painting to Shen Qingqing!
She glanced at Shen Qingqing with a hint of condescension. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten this painting back at all. You should thank me!"
Looking at her confidence, if she hadn't heard Fu Jingshu explain the whole story just now, Shen Qingqing might have believed her.
"Miss Ning, actually, I didn't want to expose you, but I really can't stand your strange confidence. Have you ever thought that Mark returned the painting because of Jingshu?"
Ning Su's expression changed.
Shen Qingqing felt a little unbearable watching her. "Miss Ning, do you still think it was your credit?"
Ning Su's face kept changing, her lips trembling, and she tried to speak several times but finally swallowed her words. The moment she thought about how she had smugly tried to take credit,
while in reality, Fu Jingshu and Shen Qingqing knew the truth, she felt like a joke.
If there was a crack in the ground at that moment, she would have loved to crawl into it.
She no longer had the face to look at Fu Jingshu, even though his gaze was as indifferent as ever, as if he had never taken her seriously.
She covered her face and fled in disarray.
Shen Qingqing turned to Fu Jingshu, "Were we a bit too harsh?"
Fu Jingshu held her hand and walked towards the door. Feeling the wind outside, he took off his jacket and draped it over her. He said casually, "It's just the truth."
"It's getting cold, let's go back quickly."
He held his wife's hand, feeling a little displeased. If it weren't for Ning Su's sudden appearance and the wasted time, they wouldn't still be here.
Men are truly heartless.
Even when facing someone who liked him, he remained unmoved, even annoyed.
But Shen Qingqing didn't find him scary at all. Instead, she was happy and voluntarily reached out to hold his arm. When he looked at her, she smiled at him.
The man raised his hand and stroked her long hair, his movements extremely gentle.
...
After Ning Su returned, she grew more and more angry. She ran to confront Mark, "Why didn't you tell me you agreed to return the painting because of Fu Jingshu's threats?"
Mark was already in a bad mood. Being questioned so aggressively by her, his expression also turned grim.
"Does this have anything to do with you?"
"Of course, it does! You made me think that I persuaded you, ah, anyway, it's all your fault!"
Ning Su complained with a sense of entitlement.
Mark was a smart person. Seeing her expression, he instantly guessed something. "You didn't possibly go and claim credit from Fu Jingshu, did you?"
Ning Su's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
Mark couldn't help but laugh. Ning Su glared at him with a dark expression, but he laughed even more heartily. Finally, his stomach hurt from laughing, and he managed to stop, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I say, Ning Su, you're really something. Why would you think I would change my mind because of your words?"
This sentence was no different from a slap in Ning Su's face.
Mark stood up, stretched, picked up his phone from the coffee table, and walked upstairs. His lazy voice drifted back slowly.
"One should have self-awareness."
"Mark!"
The woman's voice was sharp and piercing.
Mark dug his ears, suddenly turned around, and warned, "Ning Su, the only reason I'm willing to appear with you is that someone asked me to, and I don't want to disappoint her. But don't expect me to tolerate you any further because of this. You're a young lady, but I'm not your sister, nor am I your family's servant. There's no reason for me to indulge you."
Since they met, Mark had always been carefree and a dissolute womanizer.
Even towards Ning Su, he had often flirted, but his attitude had always been gentle. Ning Su had even thought that Mark had some feelings for her!
It turned out she was just being wishful thinking.
Mark saw her expression change and knew she had taken it to heart. He turned and left without any hesitation.
As he reached the second floor, he heard the sound of something breaking downstairs. Mark rolled his eyes and grabbed a servant. "Remember to record the broken items later and send them to Ning Xin, have her compensate for the price."
"Yes,"
The servant went downstairs to record diligently.
Ning Su was almost hysterical and didn't notice. Suddenly, she thought of something, tidied her hair, calmed herself down as much as possible, and turned to walk out the door.
She was going to find Fu Jingshu to explain.
She was deceived. It was all Mark's fault!
...
In the early morning, Fu Jingshu arrived at the company. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Ning Su rushing out from somewhere, her hair messy and her face pale, looking like a madwoman.
He didn't really want to deal with her, but she kept blocking his way. His deep eyes carried a hint of impatience, "Is something the matter?"