Chapter 133: Keeping a Distance

Xiao Mei finally let Xia Qingyi go and wiped her eyes, which were red from crying, and said chokingly, “So you’re hungry, Sister Nian Nian.”

Xia Qingyi moved back a few steps and silently went to stand next to Mo Han. Han Liang noticed her actions, and quietly walked forward to pull Xia Qingyi’s hand, interlacing his hand with hers, and said to Xiao Mei, “Follow the rules like last time and send the food to the east wing.”

Shocked to see that he had interlaced his hand with hers, Xia Qingyi wanted to shake his hand off, but Han Liang tightened his hold. Standing opposite them, Xiao Mei noticed their movements as well and stared at the two of them, slight suspicion on her face.

“Why are you still standing here? Are you not going to inform the kitchen?” Han Liang did not let go, and looked at Xiao Mei as he spoke.

Xiao Mei answered with an “oh!” and ran towards the back.

“Can you let go now? Can’t you see that her hand is already red?” Mo Han waited until Xiao Mei left before he quietly spoke, not looking at the two of them.

“Thank you Barrister Mo for the reminder. She’s my wife, naturally I will not hurt her.”

“That remains unknown, since we don’t know how she got the scars on her body,” Mo Han smiled.

“That’s already in the past! That will not happen again,” Han Liang flared up a little and increased the volume of his voice, unintentionally tightening his grip.

“Han Liang, you better let go, my hand hurts,” Xia Qingyi said.

Han Liang heard what she said and turned to look at her hand, which was already turning white from his hold on her. Han Liang immediately let go after seeing it and massaged the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Xia Qingyi pulled her hand out of his grip. “It’s okay.”

The three of them arrived at an elegant room. The room was separated from the outside with a wooden sliding door, which was draped with a reddish brown cloth, and had a Japanese style to it. The inside of the room was very clean, and there was a bookshelf erected on the right, a pile of books and some small potted plants placed on it. It was clean and elegant like a living room, and did not look like it was a place for eating.

“This room was your favorite in the past. It was used as the VIP room last time, but we really could not stand seeing the customers fill the room up with smoke, so we simply stopped letting the customers use it, and it became your personal room,” Han Liang introduced.

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Xia Qingyi carefully looked around the room, and was delighted. She liked this room.

This room may have been unfamiliar to her, but after seeing it for the first time, she liked this kind of elegant style, as though she had stepped into another world.

But Xia Qingyi did not show too much of her delight and kept her expression the same as usual, quietly sitting down on one of the chairs.

When she was in the middle of eating her food, Xia Qingyi got up to go to the toilet, leaving the two men in the room.

Han Liang spoke first. “I know… Nian Nian is rather close to you at the moment.”

Mo Han lowered his head and smiled as he ate. “Yes, you could say so.”

“She will come back here very soon. So, I hope that you two can keep a distance between each other in the future.”

“You seemed to have gotten the other person wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“The person who should keep a distance away is you.”

“What did you say?! Nian Nian is my wife, we’re in love, you want us to keep a distance with each other?! Are you kidding me?” Han Liang almost flew into a rage.

Mo Han quietly took a sip of tea. “Frankly speaking, I’ve never believed what you said. Including the marriage certificate that you have. To me, all these documents can always be forged. Of course, I’m also not sure what’s the point of you taking the trouble to make us come to F City to hear what the people outside have to say.”

“You think that I’m lying, that I took the trouble to spin a lie to deceive you.”

“You can take it that way,” Mo Han’s expression was reserved, but he would never restrain his tone and words.

Han Liang smiled coldly. “Barrister Mo, don’t be too cocky. There are many things that cannot be predicted. Don’t be so confident of your words.”

“I only have confidence in things I’m certain of,” Mo Han replied.