CHAPTER 261: CHAPTER 261: STIFLING ANGER, ACTING PETULANT (1)

Every word Yao Xinchen said made Mi Jing feel a sense of concern, uncontrollably guessing her intentions and what kind of relationship she had with Shen Lingxing. However, despite the many uncertainties and questions in her heart, Mi Jing remained calm, not responding and waiting for Yao Xinchen to finish her words.

Yao Xinchen was a bit taller than Mi Jing, and she wore high heels while Mi Jing was in flat home slippers, which further added to the height difference. Yao Xinchen lowered her gaze, her eyes seemingly casually sweeping over Mi Jing’s makeup-free, slightly haggard and pale face, yet her smile remained confident and dazzling. "Won’t you invite me in for a bit?"

Mi Jing hadn’t planned to invite her in, but now that she had spoken up, Mi Jing couldn’t turn her away, so she stepped aside and invited her into the house.

"Would you like something to drink?" After Yao Xinchen sat down, Mi Jing asked politely.

"I’ll have a glass of 50-degree boiled water." Yao Xinchen placed her exquisite paper bag and purse beside her, showing no signs of unfamiliarity, as if she were a regular guest here, which made Mi Jing feel quite uncomfortable.

50-degree boiled water, such a precise temperature—is she expecting me to use a thermometer?

Mi Jing frowned, went into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and mixed hot and cold water together, completely disregarding the temperature issue.

"We don’t have a thermometer at home, so I’m not sure if the temperature is right. Miss Yao, please make do." Mi Jing handed the glass to Yao Xinchen with a faint smile.

"Hehe, I have a weak stomach, and I’m used to drinking 50-degree water. When I used to live with Xingxing, he knew about this and could give me a glass of water at the perfect temperature."

While saying this, Yao Xinchen didn’t show any deliberate bragging or provocative expressions. On the contrary, her gaze seemed distant, as if recalling distant memories, with a touch of wistful yet sweet reminiscence in her eyes, making Mi Jing feel even more suffocated.

Although Yao Xinchen didn’t show evident hostility, women are sensitive creatures. Hearing her casually mention past events, Mi Jing felt not only suffocated but also suspected that Yao Xinchen was saying these words on purpose.

In fact, Mi Jing was curious about Shen Lingxing’s past, but she didn’t want to learn about things she wasn’t part of and didn’t have the chance to know through Yao Xinchen’s mouth.

"Miss Yao, you’re not from Jin City, are you?" Mi Jing didn’t want to agree with Yao Xinchen or discuss Shen Lingxing with her, so she changed the subject and asked with slight curiosity.

"No." Yao Xinchen lifted her hand to move the curls hanging over her chest to her back, her gesture sexy, revealing her beautifully contoured neck.

One had to admit that Yao Xinchen was very beautiful, with features as delicate and deep as those of a mixed-race person, fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and she was very well-dressed. Every accessory from head to toe was exquisite and luxurious, making her stand out even among celebrities.

Her confidence radiated from within, making it impossible to ignore her presence with her glowing grace in every movement.

"I grew up abroad. This time I came to Jin City mainly to expand my family’s business."

Upon hearing this, Mi Jing’s mouth stiffened slightly, replying with a faint "Oh."

Yao Xinchen smiled faintly, her gaze slowly sweeping around the house. Then, with an apologetic look, she asked, "Sorry, I forgot to ask your name earlier."

"I’m Mi Jing, Shen Lingxing’s wife," Mi Jing introduced herself graciously.

"Xingxing is married?" Yao Xinchen’s face showed surprise as if hearing the news for the first time. "When did you get married? Such an important event, how come Xingxing never mentioned it?"

Why must he tell you everything?

Mi Jing silently questioned herself, pulling a perfunctory smile and giving a standard response. "We just registered our marriage and haven’t had the wedding yet, so we only told close friends and relatives."

"Oh, I see." With that, Yao Xinchen picked up the paper bag she had placed on the side and continued, "This is Xingxing’s suit jacket. I’ve already had it dry cleaned."

Mi Jing froze as she looked at the bag handed over by Yao Xinchen, surprised and curious as to why Shen Lingxing’s jacket was with Yao Xinchen.

Clearly, they had met before. But Shen Lingxing hadn’t mentioned anything.

Suddenly, it felt as if a heavy stone pressed down on her heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Thank you, Miss Yao." Mi Jing smiled, taking the bag and casually placing it aside.

"No need to thank me. I should be the one saying thank you. If it weren’t for Xingxing lending me the jacket, with my low resistance, I would have caught a cold for sure." Yao Xinchen said while picking up her purse with a cheerful smile, "I have to go now. See you next time."

After seeing Yao Xinchen off, Mi Jing sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought. Yao Xinchen seemed like a stone thrown into a mirror-like lake, easily disturbing her inner peace, possibly even disrupting her once tranquil life.

She said she came to Jin City to expand her family business, so she would be here for a considerable time. Before today, how many times had she met with Shen Lingxing? Moreover, from the way she talked about Shen Lingxing, it was clear that their past feelings hadn’t completely faded, making her visit today seem anything but innocent.

Mi Jing’s mood became increasingly agitated and anxious.

It’s not that she wasn’t confident, but Yao Xinchen was too perfect. Although she was unaware of Yao Xinchen’s family background, her manner of speaking, her demeanor, and her luxurious attire easily revealed she came from a well-off family. And the way Yao Xinchen mentioned having lived with Shen Lingxing indicated they must have shared deep feelings before...

The more Mi Jing thought about it, the worse she felt. While it was normal for a man as excellent as Shen Lingxing to have a few ex-girlfriends, deep down, she wanted to be his one and only, irreplaceable by anyone, whether it was Yao Xinchen or any other woman, they were all just fleeting clouds far away, and no one could disrupt her current life!

For a long time, Mi Jing couldn’t calm her disturbed mood. After sleeping for an entire afternoon, her head was still dizzy and her mood remained terrible. Not even drawing could relax her. Thus, she sat aimlessly on the sofa, staring off into space, waiting for Shen Lingxing to come home from work.

At the hospital, Shen Lingxing had been in surgery for several hours straight. When he emerged from the operating room, his face was covered by a mask, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his exhaustion was evident.

"Director, Miss Yao called three hours ago." Upon learning that Shen Lingxing had finished the surgery, Jiang Jian waited at the office door. Seeing Shen Lingxing approach, he immediately handed him a wet tissue and began reporting the work.