I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot Chapter 181 - I’m Alright, Don’t Be Angry

Chapter 181: I’m Alright, Don’t Be Angry

“No matter what sort of woman she is, since Ah Si… likes her, and she’s married to Ah Si, let’s just… accommodate her.”

“Hmph.”

“Alright, alright, don’t be so loud. Ah Si might hear us when he comes.”

Qiao Mianmian was speechless as she heard their conversation.

Should she quietly leave?

Wasn’t this too awkward now?

What a terrible coincidence that she heard all of it.

It sounded like the people in the private room found her to be too timid and vulnerable and weren’t very fond of her.

Especially that man who sneered and scoffed. He seemed especially against her.

Yan Shaoqing addressed him as Fourth Bro…

So, he must be the one that Mo Yesi said was a hygiene freak?

Although she hadn’t seen him, Qiao Mianmian could already tell that this man wasn’t easy to get along with.

She’d heard everything that was being exchanged inside. Obviously, the man beside her heard all of it too.

Qiao Mianmian turned around and saw Mo Yesi frowning. His expression had darkened and his lips were pursed. He looked like he was about to lose his cool.

She quickly tugged at his sleeves, and when he looked at her, she shook her head. “I’m alright, don’t be mad. I believe your friends don’t mean any harm. They just haven’t met me and don’t know me.”

Qiao Mianmian didn’t want Mo Yesi to be in conflict with his friends over her.

They already didn’t have a good impression of her.

If she became the reason they fought, they’d really detest her.

She didn’t want that.

Mo Yesi looked at her for a bit longer. He seemed to have the same considerations as his expression softened a little.

But he still didn’t exactly look happy.

He squeezed her hand a little.

A moment later, he softly went “Mm” and pushed open the door.

The voices ceased immediately.

All the heads inside turned to face them.

At that moment, Qiao Mianmian felt like a caged animal in the zoo, with visitors peering curiously at her.

She felt oddly self-conscious.

Qiao Mianmian sat directly opposite a man in a dark purple s.h.i.+rt. He had an ear stud on one ear, his long hair was bunned up, and his fringe draped over his forehead.

He had a rather pretty face. In fact, his features were even more beautiful than many girls.

Those charming, pretty eyes seemed to say that he was a playboy.

Seated beside the man in purple was a man clad in a white top and white bottoms.

He was also an outstandingly handsome man, but he appeared to have a little darker and deeper air around him.

The man in white seemed so cold, Qiao Mianmian shuddered when she first saw him. She even had gooseb.u.mps.

He was almost like a terrifying creature.

A snake!

That was what the man in white seemed like to her—a brutal, cold-blooded venomous snake.