TDLWTAHATD CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2 Disturbing You, Sorry

“Xiaoxiao, don’t be sad, let’s go out and walk around, I’ll treat you to something delicious!” Lin Yan said.
“Okay, I’ll tidy up and then we’ll go out.”

Life had to go on. After getting ready, Nan Xiao drove out to Chenghua Street with Lin Yan and went into a luxury mall.

Nan Xiao, 171 cm tall, with well-proportioned body ratio, had the perfect slender figure. If not for the fact that her skin couldn’t be exposed to air for long and the mask on her face, her rate of turning heads would have been one hundred percent.

The two of them took the escalator to the second floor. This was the women’s bag section. Lin Yan said she wanted to buy her a bag to celebrate her divorce. Nan Xiao refused, but Lin Yan forcefully pulled her along.

“Xiaoxiao, let’s go pick over there. The salesgirl said many new arrivals came in, see if you like one.”
Lin Yan pointed at the CHANCE counter ahead, speaking happily.

Nan Xiao nodded and walked toward the simple and elegant counter. But the next second, when she saw the man standing in front of the counter, she stopped.

That man, more than 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, stood sideways to her. One hand was in his pocket, his eyes slightly lowered in a casual manner. Yet even in this careless stance, he still looked as if he could step seamlessly into any movie scene.

Nan Xiao felt puzzled. The man in front of her—her husband, Xie Chengyu, who managed several companies and was always busy—why would he be in a mall in broad daylight?

At that moment, a beautiful woman with black wavy hair walked over, holding onto Xie Chengyu’s arm. She pointed at a red handbag on the shelf and said coyly:
“Chengyu, I want that one, doesn’t it go perfectly with the dress I’m wearing today?”

Xie Chengyu glanced at it and said to the salesgirl:
“Wrap that one up.”

“……”

It was as if a loud boom exploded in Nan Xiao’s mind, leaving her head buzzing.

She stared hard at the profile of the woman in the red dress. Her slightly long fingernails dug into her palms without her even realizing.

“Who is that woman?” Lin Yan widened her eyes. “Is she the one Chengyu is keeping outside…”

The word “mistress” didn’t come out, but how could Nan Xiao not guess it?

It was midsummer, yet she felt like she had fallen into ice water, cold to the bone.

So Xie Chengyu wanted a divorce not only because she was of no use to the Xie family anymore, but because he already had another woman outside?

“Hehe…” The woman in the red dress laughed. “Why don’t you ask the price?”

Xie Chengyu was a distant man, his natural elegance and noble temperament always kept others at bay.

But at this moment, he allowed the woman to cling to his arm and said:
“The price doesn’t matter. If you like it, it’s fine.”

Nan Xiao staggered back two steps, clutching her aching heart, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

Suddenly she saw Lin Yan’s movement and was shocked:
“Yanyan! What are you doing…”

Lin Yan squeezed between Xie Chengyu and the woman in the red dress, leaned on the counter, and said with a grin:
“Chen-jie, I want that red bag. I messaged you yesterday on WeChat, wrap it up for me!”

She pulled out a black card and slapped it on the counter with a snap, then turned to the woman in the red dress, lips curling upward but eyes devoid of a smile.

Seeing this, Nan Xiao was completely panicked.

She forced herself forward, without sparing Xie Chengyu a glance, and softly tugged Lin Yan’s arm:
“Yanyan, let’s go.”

Xie Chengyu, who had been frowning at Lin Yan in displeasure, suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. His gaze tightened.

“What are you doing here?”

His fine brows furrowed as he fixed his eyes on Nan Xiao’s watery gaze.

Although they hadn’t met often, he still recognized her instantly—this was his legal wife, Nan Xiao.

Nan Xiao turned back, doing her utmost to control the trembling in her voice:
“We came to shop, sorry to disturb you two.”

Her words made Lin Yan so angry she was about to explode, but before she could speak, the woman in the red dress gave Nan Xiao a once-over, then generously extended her hand.

“You must be Miss Nan, right? I saw you at Old Madam Xie’s funeral. My name is Xu Ruoxin.”

Xu Ruoxin?

Nan Xiao’s face instantly turned pale.

She had loved Xie Chengyu for eight years, and during those eight years she had heard the name Xu Ruoxin countless times—his first love’s name. That name was carved into her heart like a nightmare.

Her chest felt unbearably tight, yet she didn’t show it at all. She stretched out her hand and shook Xu Ruoxin’s.