Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 350 Partner for the Dance (1)

"Can I bring Ruanruan with me then?" Mi Jing widened her eyes, looking at Shen Lingxing with a pleading expression.

"Kaelina is in Jin City right now." Shen Lingxing could never bear to refuse Mi Jing’s requests, but if she wanted to see Kaelina, she didn’t necessarily have to have dinner with Jelson. Kaelina was also a resident of Jin City and had a pretty easygoing personality. If Mi Jing wanted to invite her out for a meal, Kaelina would definitely be happy to accept.

"That’s great! If it’s convenient, let’s invite her to dinner!" Mi Jing couldn’t help but get a little excited at the thought of making Ruanruan happy.

"Sure," Shen Lingxing agreed cheerfully.

"Honey, you’re the best!" Mi Jing looked up at Shen Lingxing, her eyes squinting with a smile as she spoke softly.

Hearing Mi Jing’s words made Shen Lingxing feel immensely pleased. Silently, his lips curled up, and he also lowered his voice, "How will you reward me tonight?"

"You’re so annoying, be mindful of the occasion. This is not the time to be in heat." Mi Jing glared at him, her cheeks suddenly flushing red.

Is this what she considers being in heat?

Shen Lingxing couldn’t help but find it amusing. He wanted to tease Mi Jing more, but seeing how beautiful she looked with her flushed face, he reached out and pulled her into his arms without thinking, so no other man could see his gorgeous wife.

What’s he doing now?

Do they really need to show off their love like this?

Being suddenly hugged by Shen Lingxing, Mi Jing was mortified. She thought: They must have become the center of attention now, because normal people wouldn’t cling to each other like this in such a setting!

"Aren’t you embarrassed? Let go of me." To protect Shen Lingxing’s image, Mi Jing didn’t dare grab his suit. She let her hands hang naturally at her sides and buried her face in his chest, speaking in a muffled voice.

"My wife is mine to hug if I want." Shen Lingxing’s left arm wrapped around Mi Jing’s waist like an iron band, unapologetically not caring how others looked at him.

"..."

Mi Jing felt helpless and thought to herself, not everyone has such a thick skin like you!

"Lingxing, I’m thirsty. Let’s go over there and get something to drink." Since her husband seemed to lack a sense of shame, Mi Jing could only divert his attention. Otherwise, with him holding her all the time, they really would become like monkeys in a zoo, eagerly watched by onlookers.

On the other side, while Shen Lingxing and Mi Jing were being all lovey-dovey, Yao Xinchen was almost dying of jealousy, constantly hearing the buzzing gossip around her, which annoyed her to no end.

"Miss Yao, what’s the matter? You don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell?" Su Aiping, who had been watching the scene for a while, finally spoke up. But Yao Xinchen’s attention had been so focused on Shen Lingxing that she’d completely ignored Su’s presence.

"I’m fine, thank you for your concern." Yao Xinchen forced a polite smile, but her expression barely concealed her frustration. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Actually, I think Mi Jing is just average-looking, but for some reason, Lingxing chose her. Sometimes, men’s taste can be quite inexplicable to us women." Su Aiping said nonchalantly, holding a wine glass and shaking it slightly.

"You don’t like Mi Jing." Yao Xinchen, though pampered and protected since childhood, wasn’t the kind of sheltered heiress without worldly understanding. Even though Su Aiping’s words didn’t explicitly reveal personal sentiments, Yao Xinchen could keenly sense her hostility towards Mi Jing, more than just mere dislike.

"She’s not money; not everyone has to like her," Su Aiping muttered coldly, showing no hesitation in revealing her disdain for Mi Jing in front of Yao Xinchen.

"Why?" Yao Xinchen knew Su Aiping wouldn’t tell her the truth but couldn’t help asking. Because, in her eyes, Mi Jing was her enemy, and the enemy of her enemy was her friend.

"If I said I simply think Mi Jing isn’t good enough for Lingxing, would you believe me?" Su Aiping stared into Yao Xinchen’s eyes, smiling calmly as she asked.

"I would, because I believe I am the most suitable woman to stand by Lingxing’s side." Yao Xinchen replied confidently, nearly full to the brim with self-assurance.

"Hmm, I feel the same." Su Aiping’s calm smile gained an additional layer of meaning as she continued, "Then, Miss Yao, you’d better put in some effort. After all, ninety-nine percent of men can’t resist a woman’s enthusiasm. With your qualities, Lingxing definitely won’t be the one percent exception."

After saying that, Su Aiping walked away nonchalantly, mingling among a group of people. Her gaze coincidentally met Mi Jing’s from afar, and she naturally put on a warm smile. Seeing her sincere expression, anyone would think she harbored no ill intentions—except for Yao Xinchen.

This woman is not simple!

After Su Aiping left, Yao Xinchen observed her quietly for a while. For a woman entrenched in high society, having schemes and plans was normal, but even knowing she had ulterior motives, Yao Xinchen couldn’t decipher her true intentions.

Did she have a grudge against Mi Jing? Or was there some animosity with Mi Jing’s family?

Yao Xinchen speculated briefly, but these weren’t questions she needed to answer. She had only one goal—to become Shen Lingxing’s woman, the one and only Mrs. Shen!

Seeing a table full of food, Mi Jing suddenly felt hungry again.

But unfortunately, she was wearing a fitted dress, and to avoid her little belly showing, she was already holding in quite a bit. If she ate more, it would be even more uncomfortable! So, she had to endure it, trying hard to suppress her craving for food!

"Eat if you want." Shen Lingxing took a sip of red wine, speaking naturally.

"..." Mi Jing didn’t say anything, just pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Go ahead, I promise I won’t mind." Women love to look beautiful, and while Mi Jing’s attentiveness to her image was commendable, Shen Lingxing didn’t want her to overly restrain herself. He had always indulged her willingly, wanting to give her enough freedom to be herself. Because he loved the real, adorable her, not the version of her that felt the need to armor up.

"I’m still full. If I eat more, my stomach might not tolerate it." Mi Jing picked up a glass of orange juice, took a sip, and said insincerely.

Upon hearing this, Shen Lingxing’s lips curled subtly. He then glanced slyly at the table in front of them and picked up a small plate of macarons, saying nonchalantly, "I heard these macarons are made by a famous French pastry chef. Want to try one?"