The Billionaire's Brokenhearted Deal-Chapter 71 - Paranoid Dog Man
Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Paranoid Dog Man
Chapter 71 -71: Paranoid Dog Man
Late at night.
Qiao Ruoxin lay in bed, scrolling through Mo Chen’s Weibo.
A nameless sorrow flitted through her eyes.
This damn man, just like the comments said, never posted on Weibo, but every year on her birthday, he’d share a photo of fireworks.
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Suddenly, a thin mist formed in her eyes.
When she was with Mo Chen, he would set off grand fireworks for her birthday every year.
She hadn’t expected that, even two years after they broke up, Mo Chen would continue to set off fireworks on her birthday.
She thought of the brilliant fireworks bursting in the night sky, and imagined the man’s tall figure standing there, awkward and forlorn…
What was Mo Chen thinking at that moment?
Qiao Ruoxin muttered to herself softly, “Obsessive jerk…”
…
The next day.
In the dance studio.
The program had reached the group competition stage.
Qiao Ruoxin was in Class A, along with Kong Ling and Song Yingying.
They were discussing who should take the C position for this performance.
Song Yingying: “It definitely should be Qiao Ruoxin, she’s a natural C position.”
The rest fell silent, exchanging glances.
After all, who participating in the program didn’t want to debut? Who didn’t yearn for the C position?
Normally timid, Kong Ling suddenly spoke up: “This time… can I take the C position?”
Everyone was shocked.
Qiao Ruoxin laughed: “Sure, if everyone agrees I have no objections. It’s not like I own the spot.”
Of course, the others agreed, as long as the C position wasn’t Qiao Ruoxin, they still had hope.
After a whole day of training, as evening approached and everyone had left, Qiao Ruoxin was still practicing.
Song Yingying, exhausted, collapsed on the floor and looked up at her: “You’re not even the C position anymore, why so serious?”
She paused, catching her breath: “Just because I’m not the C position I don’t need to practice? Wait for me ten more minutes.”
Kong Ling, preparing to leave, overheard Qiao Ruoxin’s words, fell silent for a few seconds, then left.
…
As Kong Ling reached the dormitory corridor, someone tapped her shoulder: “Kong Ling, could you help me bring this practice outfit to Qiao Ruoxin’s room?”
“Oh, sure.” Kong Ling took the clothes and smiled a little.
Then, she headed towards Qiao Ruoxin’s room.
Completely unprepared, when she pushed the door open, Kong Ling let out a yelp: “Ah!”
She stared dumbfounded at a man sitting on the pink bed inside, the son of Asia’s richest man, Mo Chen.
Mo Chen looked up at the sound of the woman’s scream, his brow furrowing in displeasure: “Shut up!”
“I… I’m sorry…”
The man glanced at Kong Ling coldly and said in a deep voice: “Qiao Ruoxin isn’t here.”
Kong Ling placed the clothes aside: “I came to deliver these clothes for her.”
Then, she turned to leave.
But for some reason, in that moment, envy surged through her, and Kong Ling didn’t understand why.
In a shameless move, she turned to tell the man: “Ruoxin is in the practice room, it might be another hour or two before she returns.”
A dark cloud settled over Mo Chen’s handsome face before he stood and left.
As he passed Kong Ling, his voice was ice cold: “Thanks.”
Watching Mo Chen’s retreating figure, Kong Ling felt her heart stir.
Kong Ling covered her chest with her hand, unable to describe her feelings.
Not knowing how long she stood there, Qiao Ruoxin appeared before her, waving a hand in front of her face: “What are you spacing out about in my room?”
Kong Ling snapped back to reality: “Uh… I brought you your clothes.”
“Oh, thanks.”
“It’s nothing, I’ll be going now.”
Kong Ling didn’t mention encountering Mo Chen at all.
