Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 1243 - Sister Nian: Sorry, I Don't Have Time



Chapter 1243: Sister Nian: Sorry, I Don’t Have Time

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Qin Si knew how dry his lie was, but he had already said it. He couldn’t possibly tell everyone the truth at the last minute.

He sat up straight reflexively because the way Qiao Nian looked at him was too similar to the one his elementary school form teacher used to give him.

He was already an adult in his 20s, but he couldn’t say such words!

Qin Si could only brace himself. Under Bo Jingxing’s gentlemanly gaze, he forced himself to say, “Ah, I’ve been sitting for too long. My legs are cramping.”

Bo Jingxing looked at him meaningfully and did not expose his lame lie.

!!

His thighs cramped and his back hurt?

Only an insensitive person like Qin Si would tell such a lie. No one with a brain could think of such a ridiculous reason!

Qiao Nian didn’t notice their antics.

She was mainly focused on the phone. She found a seat at the bar with her phone in one hand and listened to Jiang Li talk to her.

With one hand on the doorknob, he tapped his fingers on the table. “Well, tonight?”

“Yes, at the Imperial Mansion tonight. Nian Nian, do you have time to come out for a meal? Big Brother will also be there. He’s treating tonight.”

Qiao Nian had no feelings for Jiang Yao. After some thought, she rejected him. “I don’t have time tonight. You guys eat. Don’t worry about me.”

“You don’t have time to come over?”

Qiao Nian could hear the disappointment in Jiang Li’s voice. She pursed her lips. Actually, she didn’t want to refuse, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with the rest of the Jiang family. “Next time.”

Next time would be no next time.

Jiang Li wasn’t a fool. He could tell that Qiao Nian did not want to see Jiang Yao, nor did she want to sit at the same table as Jiang Xianrou and the others.

He recalled everything Jiang Xianrou had done and did not persuade her anymore. He changed the topic and spoke some more before hanging up.

Qiao Nian put the phone down after hanging up.

He happened to meet Ye Wangchuan’s gaze.

“Jiang Li?”

“Yes.” She put down the phone and said generously, “He asked me to have dinner with him tonight and made a reservation at the Imperial Mansion.”

“Other than him, did he call someone else?” Ye Wangchuan knew her too well. Qiao Nian might have gone if it was only Jiang Li.

As expected.

The girl’s exquisite eyebrows were eye-catching as she supported her chin with her hand and paused for a second. “Yes, the others from the Jiang family are also going. I’ll let them catch up. Don’t worry about me.”

Qin Si also guessed it. The corners of his lips curled up in disdain. “Sister Qiao, is the other member of the Jiang family Jiang Yao?”

He heard that Jiang Yao had been back for four to five days. He had not been ‘free’ to eat with Sister Qiao for the past four to five days. Now, he had the time to ‘summon’ her.

Hehe, get lost!

He had time, but Sister Qiao didn’t. Jiang Yao didn’t really think that the big shot was free. Anyone could ask him out for a meal.

He had been asking Qiao Nian out for half a month, but she had not eaten with him.

Qiao Nian didn’t admit or deny it. It was equivalent to tacitly agreeing that Jiang Yao was among the people having dinner tonight. However, her expression was cold. Clearly, she wasn’t interested in him. “I have a song to write. I haven’t finished it yet. I don’t have time to go.”

Qin Si restrained himself and did not ask if she did not have the time or did not want to go. In any case, only Jiang Li and Uncle Jiang were normal in the Jiang family. The others seemed to have something wrong with their heads, especially Jiang Xianrou, who would run out to disgust people from time to time.

He didn’t even bother to say it.

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