Shame On You! Call Me Father!
Shame On You! Call Me Father!
Such wild moves… could only come from Su Xiaomo.
"Momo…"
Seeing the crestfallen look on An Xiaxia's face, Su Xiaomo stopped joking around and asked nervously, "What's wrong? You look awful… Why are your eyes so red?"
People were the most fragile when they were sad, and it was also the moment when words of concern were the most effective.
An Xiaxia sniveled, then buried her face in Su Xiaomo's neck. "Momo… sob…"
She wept quietly, which frightened Su Xiaomo. She tried all she could to console her, but when she asked what happened, An Xiaxia wouldn't tell her anything.
"Are you here for me?" An Xiaxia asked.
Su Xiaomo nodded eagerly, taking out two tickets from her pocket. "I'm here to give you this. Chi Yuanfeng's solo concert is tonight. Let's go together!"
An Xiaxia took the ticket and nodded.
Su Xiaomo's eyes darted around. When they were waiting for a taxi, she sent Qi Yanxi a text message.
"Come to the concert. Meet you at the stadium."
Qi Yanxi replied haughtily, "What? Asking me out? No way!"
Su Xiaomo: Oh, Xiaxia's coming, too. So suit yourself!
Qi Yanxi changed his attitude immediately and sent her an ingratiating emoji. "Sister Mo! Oh, no, Brother Mo! Lord Mo! Please let me have the honor of keeping you safe!"
"Shame on you! Call me father!"
"Yes, father."
"… Go away!"
-
Su Xiaomo had just gotten to the stadium with An Xiaxia when Qi Yanxi arrived in his sports car.
He took off his sunglasses and flashed an alluring smile at them, which raised a round of exclamations from passersby.
"Wow… He's so handsome!"
"Is he a celebrity? Awww!"
"I think he's really rich… I've seen that car online. It's worth at least six figures…"
"…"
He parked the car and got out. With his wide shoulders, long legs, and an outfit fresh off the runway of Paris Fashion Week a few days ago, he was a headturner!
However, when he reached Su Xiaomo, he switched to humble mode right away. "Lord Momo, I'm at your service! Here, let me show you the way!"
An Xiaxia stared at him in disbelief. Su Xiaomo then snorted. "Your hand!"
Silently, Qi Yanxi raised an arm so that Su Xiaomo could put her hand on it. The three then walked in together.
The passersby were disillusioned.
"Gosh! He's into that? That's sick!!"
-
Su Xiaomo had gotten her tickets from He Jiayu and all three were in the best VIP area. Not only were they close to the stage, they even had seats!
After An Xiaxia sat down, she looked at the stage absentmindedly. Her mind had clearly wandered off elsewhere.
Su Xiaomo tugged at Qi Yanxi. "I think she had a fight with her family. You're good at goofy things, so be goofy and cheer her up!"
Qi Yanxi gritted his teeth. "Is that the impression you have of me?"
"What do you think?"
"…"
Qi Yanxi did all he could: he sang, told jokes, and even offered up his own humiliating past with Sheng Yize. An Xiaxia only lifted a corner of her mouth slightly in response.
"Damn it! Have I lost my mojo?" Qi Yanxi said self-mockingly. Just then, the lights went off on stage and everyone quieted down.
When the lights turned back on, the audience was about to cheer, only to give frightened screams.