Chapter 1048 Want Me to Calm Down?

Upon hearing the sound, several people turned their gaze and saw Yin Xiner and Wen Jichen coming over.

Their arrival instantly made the atmosphere on site turn silent.

Su Ran raised her eyebrows and lifted her gaze toward Ling Qingan.

Ye Zhichen also instinctively looked at Ling Qingan.

Shen Ji’s gaze also fell on Ling Qingan.

Only Xiao Yize, still as cold as the wind, stared deeply at Ling Qingan without blinking.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere began to grow heavy.

Finally, it was Shen Ji who broke the tension, “Xinyue, Jichen.”

“Senior Shen.” Yin Xiner greeted with a smile, then glanced around at the others, “Senior, what happened here? President Xiao seems…unhappy?”

Shen Ji smiled and shook his head, “It’s nothing, Qingan and President Xiao are just playing around.”

“Is that so?” Yin Xiner also smiled, her gaze finally landing on the indifferent and carefree Ling Qingan.

At this moment, almost everyone’s eyes were on Ling Qingan.

Wen Jichen was gracefully composed, still carrying a faint smile on his face, his unfathomable eyes dark and deep, enveloping the girl who never once regarded him.

The smile on his face gradually deepened, but the gloom accumulating at the bottom of his eyes grew heavier.

The atmosphere grew excessively quiet.

In this silent ambiance, Ling Qingan nervously looked at the man glaring at her.

Her words just now…were they too blunt?

As the heir of the Xiao Family, Xiao Yize has always been a favored son of heaven, although such things are common now, not everyone can accept it.

After all, it’s about a man’s self-esteem and dignity, especially for someone with his status.

But…

Whenever she thought of how the high and mighty person in charge of Xiao’s couldn’t get what he loved, she really wanted to laugh.

In the end, she couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Ling, Qing, An!!”

Xiao Yize’s face darkened again, even though the woman was laughing brightly, there was definitely nothing good about that laugh.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Ling Qingan quickly stopped laughing, called over a waiter for two glasses of wine, and handed one to Xiao Yize.

Despite his ugly expression, Xiao Yize reached out and took it.

Ling Qingan voluntarily clinked his glass with hers, sincerely apologizing, “Sorry, sorry, I spoke out of turn, don’t take it to heart, how could President Xiao possibly be insecure?”

It wouldn’t have been a problem without saying anything, but once she spoke, Xiao Yize’s already sour expression became even more grim.

Seeing this, Ling Qingan continuously apologized and pleaded, “I won’t say it anymore, I won’t say it anymore, calm down, calm down.”

Xiao Yize wanted to calm down, but the woman’s words were infuriating!

Damn Fu Qiyuan!

He remembered this account!

“Want me to calm down?” Looking at the woman’s sincere smile, Xiao Yize suppressed his anger and raised his eyebrows.

Ling Qingan nodded, “Yes.”

“Alright, then call me brother.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

All around was complete silence.

Beside them, Wen Jichen suddenly narrowed his eyes, a bitterly cold aura emanating from his deep eyes, causing the hand holding the wineglass to suddenly clench.

Veins popped, the knuckles resembling pale bones, leaving one worried whether the delicate glass could withstand such force.

Indeed, in the next second.

“Bang——”

The wineglass cracked from the middle, slipping from his hand and falling to the floor.

“Jichen, are you okay?”

Yin Xiner gasped and hurriedly grabbed his hand for a careful examination, her beautiful face filled with worry.

Wen Jichen seemed indifferent, his profound gaze secretly focused on the carefree Ling Qingan across from him.

Others also turned at the sound, Ling Qingan reflexively lowered her gaze, and upon seeing the blood-stained glass shards on the ground, her gaze paused for a moment.

Then her gaze shifted upward slightly, catching a glimpse of the woman holding the man’s cut hand, whereupon she instantly retracted her gaze.

From the beginning of the celebration to now, throughout the evening, the girl’s gaze had never lingered a moment on him, even the passing glance just now was less than a stranger.

Wen Jichen looked down at his hand, held by Yin Xiner, the hand with blood oozing, and curled his thin lips into a mocking smile.

He withdrew his hand and slipped it into his trouser pocket, where his fingers clenched tightly, the ivory white bones and the wound in the palm completely obscured.

“Jichen you…”

Su Ran slightly curled her lips, gently swirling her wineglass, her eyes sharp as flames darting between the individuals.

She pressed the wineglass against her lips, tipped her head back for a sip, then looked at Xiao Yize and asked:

“Do you have some sort of obsession with those two words?”

Xiao Yize raised an eyebrow and then lifted his gaze to look at Ling Qingan, whose smile hadn’t changed at all.