My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 862 - 781: Sweet Affection

Yesterday, she made a phone call to Ninth Uncle, who inquired about Old Sir Lu’s situation over the phone, asking if he was still angry. For a moment, she had to find a time to dodge the question, and Ninth Uncle didn’t suspect anything.

Unable to help but sigh, she thought, "I wonder how long Grandpa will keep fighting with me. He used to be puzzled about me, showing affection, but now he doesn’t even want to say more words to me. The contrast is too big."

She stared longingly at the fish-fragrant eggplant rice in her hand, which she usually loved to eat. Now, it didn’t seem as appetizing. Her eyes gazed vacant as she looked at others around her, suddenly feeling a strong urge to go out and take a breath of fresh air.

At the set, Rong Lan had just finished a day’s shooting, feeling so exhausted that he didn’t want to move at all. He looked beyond the staff, trying to find a glimpse of a silhouette he hoped might appear.

After searching for a long time without seeing the person he was expecting, he became somewhat crestfallen. His spirits sagged, still holding the script dialogues in his hand, until someone gave his shoulder a heavy pat.

"Are you, looking for someone?"

Lin Xiaoxiao spoke, her eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry. She had arrived at the set early this morning, surprised to find someone even earlier than herself. Seeing Rong Lan gave her an indescribable sense of melancholy; just now, she discovered he was keenly observing the set, making his eyes seem like a scanning device.

"It’s nothing."

Rong Lan glanced coldly at Lin Xiaoxiao and sat down on the deck chair.

Originally curious about Rong Lan, Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t expect him to suddenly turn cold, as if speaking had become exhausting for him. Her first reaction upon seeing his demeanor was that it involved Qin Miaomiao.

"Clearly, when Miao Miao came yesterday, he was quite enthusiastic. Suddenly, he’s become so indifferent."

Lin Xiaoxiao observed Rong Lan in his black coat, growing increasingly aware that it was because of Qin Miaomiao that he spoke a few more words. It seemed she truly was extraordinary to him.

"I really didn’t expect Miao Miao to secretly be liked by someone, and I wonder how she feels about it."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Rong Lan, who had an air of an ascetic male god. Although his features were rather icy, watching him from a distance made her heart feel exceptionally calm.

Quietly closing her eyes, Song Li’s presence unexpectedly emerged in her mind, startling her: "I actually thought of Song Li, unbelievable."

Thinking about Song Li made her irresistibly awkward, her heart increasingly discomforted. Finally, she connected a series of events, suddenly eager to know what Song Li was doing at this moment.

"Strange, who is chanting behind my back?"

Driving while simultaneously sneezing three times, Song Li parked his car steadily in front of the most prosperous luxury boutique in City Center, displaying a troubled expression.

"It’s awkward for a big man like me to pick out a woman’s birthday gift."

After hesitating significantly, Song Li still went in, wandering at the counter on the second floor for a long time without deciding, then decided to try his luck on the third floor, hoping to find something more suitable.

Giving jewelry could indeed catch the eye, yet he felt it was tacky. Although he knew jewelry was something every woman would like, thinking of her made him shiver involuntarily.

"Hello sir, can I help you with anything?"

"I want to give someone a birthday gift."

"Is it for a male or female?"