Chapter 1281: The Big Fat Boy (1)

Yan Xixi sat up.

Rina scrutinized her.

For a long, long time, she didn’t say another word. Her face showed a fleeting emotion, and then, once again, she was utterly calm, as if she hadn’t heard what was just said at all.

Rina was silent, and she was silent.

Then, she silently sat back down.

Casual clothes and dress, lightly made up, her pregnant appearance was fully apparent, and the crystal shoes on her feet were lazily worn. Her entire demeanor was languid, as if she wasn’t interested in anything anymore.

Rina attended today dressed up to outshine.

She absolutely couldn’t let this woman outdo her—even if she was the bride.

At this moment, the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the grapevine, illuminating her head and face, her white jade-like skin faintly tinged with a touch of rose. A strand of dark, lovely hair fell down, hair black as lacquer, clothes whiter than snow, her whole being exuded a breath-taking beauty that made one gasp for air.

Especially that necklace around her neck.

It was truly a one-of-a-kind, enormous, incredibly luxurious, expensive necklace. Making her appear like an Empress waking from her afternoon nap, delicate and lethargic.

Rina took a step back.

She suddenly felt very dejected.

It wasn’t that she envied her beauty, nor her aura, not even the luxurious necklace that she could never afford in a lifetime—it was her nonchalant attitude.

She was indifferent to everything.

Indifferent even to appearance.

As if thinking that with marriage reached this point, it was about enough—just like many commonplace, carefree women who, once married, think their long-term meal ticket is secured, so they no longer bother with tidiness, nor care for meticulous grooming, as the man is already bound, no need to pander to him anymore.

From there on, she would indulge in eating and drinking, gaining weight, playing mahjong if she liked, having bits of food between her teeth occasionally seen by him was unimportant—after all, he’s used to seeing her at her worst.

It was a posture that only a woman who’s extremely at ease could have.

Rina, her whole life, lacked precisely this—constantly needing to pay attention to her appearance and demeanor among wealthy merchants; constantly worrying about aging when mingling with younger men.

After all, time waits for no one.

How could she ever rely on a man like that, find a meal ticket, and be free of all worries?

That was what she deeply envied.

She sat on a chair nearby, sulking, “Yan Xixi, congrats on the wedding.”

She remained languid, “Thank you.”

“You’re not concerned about Huang Xiaojue’s affairs?”

Yan Xixi remained indifferent, “Huang Xiaojue has nothing for you to bring to me!”

Rina raised an eyebrow, “How can you be so sure?”

“If there was something, he wouldn’t have sent it through you, because he knows there’s no understanding between us; moreover, even if there was something, he certainly wouldn’t choose today for you to bring it to me!”

Rina stared at her intently.

At this moment, she had to concede: perhaps the intelligence gained from graduating South Country University is truly different?

Initially, she intended to catch her off guard, deliver a blow with her first sentence—but she hadn’t expected Yan Xixi to remain completely unflustered. She even promptly composed herself.

“Yan Xixi, do you truly think this way?”

She stayed indifferent, “I don’t understand others, but I understand Huang Xiaojue. In his entire life, he has never entrusted anyone else to give me anything. If it’s unnecessary, he won’t hurry to give it to me; if it’s necessary, then, he will give it to me personally!”