She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 225 - 0 So Do You Think Im a Human or a Ghost
Chapter 225: Chapter 0225: So, Do You Think I’m a Human or a Ghost?
Chapter 225: Chapter 0225: So, Do You Think I’m a Human or a Ghost?
Huo Tingxiao was in a meeting when he received the text message. He abruptly stood up and walked out of the conference room without saying a word, leaving the executives bewildered.
The marketing director who was giving a report was on the verge of tears. Why was it always him getting hurt? Couldn’t they leave him a way out? If the boss had any issues with him, he could just say it directly; there really was no need to silently walk out several times while he was giving his report.
He Yan knew without asking that it was because of whom, so after Huo Tingxiao gave the address, all he had to do was get there as quickly as possible.
Huo Tingxiao’s gaze was intensely dark. An accidental encounter? He didn’t believe in such coincidences. What kind of tricks would Pei Zhao use this time, and would he find another way to make Mu Lan feel indebted?
His brain whirring rapidly, Huo Tingxiao had already imagined countless possibilities.
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Sushi Restaurant
Mu Lan was unaware that Gu Xiaoman had secretly sent a message to Huo Tingxiao. As for Pei Zhao’s friendly gestures, she responded with politeness and detachment.
Sheng Xueqin felt that her act of playing hard to get was performed with absolute mastery, and yet, men were all falling for it.
“Miss Mu seems to have a wider social circle than I thought. I used to naively believe Miss Mu was just a housewife.”
Mu Lan looked coolly at Sheng Xueqin.
“Does Miss Sheng mean to say that a housewife shouldn’t have a social life?”
Her tone was neither salty nor bland, but her question was indeed sharp.
Sheng Xueqin snorted.
“I didn’t mean that, Miss Mu, please don’t misunderstand.”
Mu Lan looked at Sheng Xueqin, suddenly thought of something, and her gaze deepened.
“It’s good Miss Sheng meant no such thing; otherwise, I would feel slighted on behalf of millions of housewives. It would be truly sad if there was a disdain chain among women.”
Sheng Xueqin, not expecting Mu Lan to be so straightforward, was at a loss for words for a moment.
The door suddenly swung open, and Huo Tingxiao’s tall figure appeared at the doorway. Gu Xiaoman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful he had arrived quickly.
“What a coincidence, Huo Tingxiao, you’ve arrived just in time. We’ve just finished ordering and haven’t started eating yet,”
said Gu Xiaoman, as she immediately made room for Mu Lan to move further inside.
Mu Lan was no fool; she naturally knew why he had suddenly appeared.
She wondered what methods Huo Tingxiao had used that even Gu Xiaoman was won over, knowing that before, Gu Xiaoman’s attitude towards him was as if he were a class enemy.
Pei Zhao, seeing Huo Tingxiao appearing suddenly, had not a trace of a smile in his eyes, yet he couldn’t cause a scene.
Huo Tingxiao’s eyes landed on Mu Lan, worrying inside that she might think him meddlesome and refuse his company. After hesitating for a second and about to make some excuse, she had already shifted over, taking a seat opposite Sheng Xueqin.
Sheng Xueqin looked toward Huo Tingxiao, yet Huo Tingxiao’s gaze never left Mu Lan throughout.
Watching this scene, Gu Xiaoman couldn’t help but reflect on how fortunate it is when affections in this world find mutual response.
“Tingxiao, your timely arrival might make me think you are guarding against me.
Mu Lan is well aware of our relationship. Take it easy,”
said Pei Zhao, which instantly made the atmosphere somewhat eerie.
Sheng Xueqin arched an eyebrow, probing,
“What does Mr. Pei mean by that?”
Pei Zhao picked up the sake pot from the table and poured himself a cup.
“Miss Sheng, you didn’t know? Tingxiao and I are old friends, old comrades?
He joined the army back in the day for my sake, but unfortunately, afterwards…
“Tingxiao, why don’t you talk about what happened next.”
Huo Tingxiao pursed his lips but was completely unable to speak. The scenes from that time replayed in his mind, and his hands on his lap instinctively clenched into fists.
Pei Zhao, seeing that he was unable to speak, felt a trace of pleasure in his heart.
“Sorry, it seems Tingxiao doesn’t want to talk. I’ve spoken out of turn again.”
Mu Lan’s gaze inadvertently fell on Huo Tingxiao’s tightly clenched hands, then her eyes lifted to his tense jawline. Although she had long known what had transpired between him and Pei Zhao, his reaction was somewhat beyond her expectations.
Could it be, just as Pei Zhao had said, that Huo Tingxiao really had done something to wrong him? But weren’t they comrades-in-arms? Even if she was to blame for the mistaken favor, it had nothing to do with Huo Tingxiao.
What other possibilities were there? Mu Lan’s curiosity was getting the better of her.
Gu Xiaoman, observing Pei Zhao’s reaction, couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.
“Mr. Pei. Do you know there is a kind of person who is particularly annoying?”
Pei Zhao looked at Gu Xiaoman, a faint smile on his face.
“I don’t know.”
Gu Xiaoman answered with a forced smile but no real humor:
“The kind who tells a joke only halfway, speaks without saying everything, initiates a topic only to leave a suspense.”
Mu Lan discretely tugged at Gu Xiaoman, signaling her to not be so straightforward.
But since Mu Lan had regained her memory, the two had been “hanging out” together, and coupled with resigning and no longer needing to endure frustration and standing on her own, her fiery temper had returned.
“Why are you pulling me? Am I not just speaking the truth? Isn’t it annoying when grown men hem and haw?
Speak plainly, spit it out, what’s with all this beating around the bush like it’s some kind of ghost story?
Mr. Pei, I am a straightforward person, please don’t take offense.”
The last sentence was Gu Xiaoman’s deliberate attempt to irritate Pei Zhao.
After all, as a leading fan of Huo Tingxiao and Mu Lan’s pairing, anyone who dared to break them up was asking for trouble.
Pei Zhao’s expression turned foul, and he said nothing, while Sheng Xueqin sitting beside him couldn’t help but laugh.
“Miss Mu, your friend is really interesting. Ah, I didn’t expect Shen Family’s daughter-in-law to be… Zichu is really lucky.”
The tone was full of mockery, nearly saying outright that Gu Xiaoman was unfit for public appearances.
Mu Lan had this particular pet peeve—she might not care if you speak about her, but target someone she is close to, and you are touching a raw nerve.
“For Shen Zichu to marry Gu Xiaoman, of course, he is fortunate. Xiaoman isn’t duplicitous or pretentious but has virtues like sincerity and kindness. Shen Zichu has struck it rich.”
Sheng Xueqin raised her eyebrows disdainfully and retorted:
“As Zichu’s good friend, I also want what’s best for him so let me offer a small suggestion.
Zichu is now a dean and often needs to attend social obligations, some of which likely require bringing a female companion. Such unguarded talk… is not suitable.”
Mu Lan narrowed her eyes, and her tone also grew colder.
“Then there’s no need for Miss Sheng to worry. Xiaoman knows her boundaries. Shen Zichu hasn’t said anything, and outsiders have even less reason to offer these so-called suggestions.
Moreover, it’s just talking human-talk when seeing humans, ghost-talk when seeing ghosts. What to say, and how to say it, also depends on whether the other party is human or a ghost, don’t you think, Miss Sheng?”
Sheng Xueqin, with no comeback, could only fume in silence.
Just when one thought this exchange was over, Pei Zhao suddenly asked Mu Lan:
“So, Mu Lan, do you think I am a human or a ghost?”
