Chapter 51: Why Doesn’t Qiao Lan Wear Skirts?

Qiao Lan not only had no skirts in her wardrobe, but she also wore sharp, clean-cut suits when attending business dinners.

There were no photos of her wearing skirts released by the media.

Thinking of the painful past, Qiao Lan’s eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice, “I don’t like wearing skirts.”

Mo Qian keenly sensed the cold and gloomy aura surrounding Qiao Lan.

He vaguely guessed something and didn’t mention the topic again. Instead, he said with determination, “With me, you can wear whatever you want in the future.”

No woman doesn’t love beauty, and no woman doesn’t like wearing beautiful dresses. He believed Qiao Lan did too.

Qiao Lan’s lips moved slightly, and her heart was touched.

Beauty is a woman’s nature. During her adolescence, she also wanted to dress herself up beautifully.

But she didn’t understand when she was young. Without anyone to protect her, being too beautiful was also a sin.

Her beauty attracted the jealousy and bullying of Qiao Yue and the others.

They stuck chewing gum in her hair, lifted her skirt, stole her underwear to school, and hung it at the classroom door for everyone to see.

Besides mental torture, they locked her in the school toilet during the coldest season. If the cleaning lady hadn’t found her, her life might have been forever frozen on that day.

She cut her long hair, changed into the most ordinary school uniform, and even wore thick glasses to cover her stunning face.

They didn’t let her go because of her change. Instead, they became even worse.

Qiao Lan understood at that time that simply giving in wouldn’t solve the problem.

She worked hard to become strong and made those who hurt her pay the price.

Only Qiao Yue remained.

She would slowly settle the score with her.

That dark period was a pain she could never forget in her life.

Qiao Lan’s thoughts were immersed in those days of being bullied, and she trembled with anger.

A warm hand enveloped her cold small hand, transferring warmth to her: “It’s all over. No one will ever dare to bully you again.”

Under his warmth, Qiao Lan’s body gradually warmed up, and her heart felt a little warm too.

“Hmm.”

…

Night Market

Mo Qian and Qiao Lan wore casual clothes, hats, and masks, trying to make themselves look ordinary.

However, their noble and elegant temperament couldn’t be concealed, making them extremely eye-catching in the crowd.

Qiao Lan saw even the dogs passing by looking at her twice, and she said with a numb scalp, “Should we go back?”

She didn’t like their eyes glued to her, it was uncomfortable.

Mo Qian was exceptionally calm. He held Qiao Lan’s hand: “You need to get used to this kind of attention. When you become a target of everyone’s attention and can still remain indifferent and treat it normally, you will become stronger.”

Qiao Lan was startled.

Yes, when facing difficulties, one should face them head-on. Retreating was not her character.

After Qiao Lan figured it out, she no longer hesitated and confidently strolled through the night market with Mo Qian.

It was Qiao Lan’s first time visiting a night market. She found everything novel and every snack tempting.

Mo Qian bought whatever snack she looked at for more than a few seconds.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt that having someone buy things for her and being cared for felt good, but looking at the dozen bags in his hand, she twitched her lips: “We can’t finish so much.”

These things were enough for ten people to eat.

“Try a bit of each snack. If you like any, we’ll buy more next time. The rest can be fed to stray cats.”

They had seen many fat stray cats and dogs along the way.

These snacks were all the man’s intentions, and Qiao Lan didn’t say anything discouraging anymore.

The two found a restaurant with fewer people and sat down to eat.

Qiao Lan had just taken off her mask when a surprised voice rang out in her ear.

“Qiao Lan!”

Qiao Lan looked up, and Tian Tian stood at the restaurant entrance, waving her arms happily to greet her.

Qiao Lan couldn’t help but laugh: “Can’t you be more low-key?”

Tian Tian was puzzled: “You’re not a public figure, what’s there to be low-key about?”

Qiao Lan asked back: “Aren’t you?”

Tian Tian waved her hand dismissively: “I’m not in the entertainment industry. I don’t have any fans, so I don’t need to be sneaky.”

She looked at the man sitting opposite Qiao Lan and leaned into her ear, asking softly, “Is he your husband?”

Qiao Lan nodded: “Yes.”

The news of her flash marriage to the taxi driver was no longer a secret.

People in the circle were all laughing at her for picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.

Even if Chu Zhiheng was rotten, he was still the young master of the Chu family. His status was always higher than a taxi driver.

When Tian Tian heard this news, she also felt sorry for Qiao Lan because she deserved better.

But seeing Mo Qian’s handsome face, which was like a beautiful jade but not effeminate, her eyes widened in shock. She said, “He’s too handsome!”

She had seen many handsome guys in her circle, but none were as perfect as this.

Moreover, the man’s handsome face looked like it was original.

No wonder Qiao Lan defied everyone and married a taxi driver.

With this kind of looks, even if he was a homeless man, she would still want him!

Qiao Lan patted her shoulder: “He’s indeed handsome, but he’s already taken.”

Tian Tian put away the nonexistent saliva at the corner of her mouth and said with a serious face: “I don’t have the habit of stealing someone else’s man.”

Although Mo Qian was handsome to the point of being outrageous, she only admired him purely and had no intention of touching him.

Qiao Lan believed Tian Tian’s character.

Not everyone was like Qiao Yue.

She asked: “Why didn’t you go to work abroad?”

“I’m not feeling well, so I’m taking a break.”

Qiao Lan hummed.

She wasn’t very familiar with Tian Tian and didn’t ask too much about her personal affairs.

Qiao Lan quietly enjoyed the food. She would feed Mo Qian after taking two bites.

Mo Qian didn’t mind eating her leftovers and naturally took them, looking like an old married couple.

Qiao Lan saw him using her chopsticks, and her expression became a little unnatural, her cheeks turning slightly red.

Her small expression fell into Tian Tian’s eyes. She looked at the two of them, and her gossip heart burned like a blazing fire.

She was really curious about their relationship!

But Qiao Lan didn’t even give her a glance.

Mo Qian went out to buy Qiao Lan a drink, and Tian Tian couldn’t hold back anymore: “Qiao Lan, how far have you two gone?”

“Cough…”

Qiao Lan almost choked on Tian Tian’s question.

She glared at her and said, “We’re husband and wife. How far do you think we’ve gone?”

Tian Tian said matter-of-factly: “Husband and wife can also be a marriage in name only.”

“…”

Qiao Lan’s eyes flickered.

Her marriage to Mo Qian was indeed a marriage in name only.

Her avoidance was caught by Tian Tian, and she asked in surprise: “Qiao Lan, don’t tell me I guessed right.”

Qiao Lan asked softly: “What’s wrong with a marriage in name only? What’s wrong with a real marriage?”

She couldn’t understand how Tian Tian figured it out.

Were they that obvious?