Su Qiao shrugged at Xia Yao, who looked unhappy: "Then there is no other way. Either sleep on the sofa or leave."
Xia Yao glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then looked at Su Qiao with some annoyance:
"Su Qiao, so many years have passed. We are no longer the same as we were before. We have all changed. I hope you can forget what you should forget. After all, people should look forward, not backward."
Su Qiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the glamorous woman in front of him. Suddenly, he felt unhappy: "You have been living well with Fu Jingyao these years, right?"
"Yes, A Yao takes good care of me." There was a hint of pride in Xia Yao's eyes, as if she was showing off, and as if she was telling Su Qiao that her relationship with Fu Jingyao was not comparable to that of Su Qiao at all.
"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me and I will try my best to help you, but I hope you will not disturb his life anymore."
Su Qiao's face turned cold: "Xia Yao, what identity do you have to say these words? As I remember, the second young master of the Fu family seems to be unmarried and has no girlfriend, right?"
After a pause, Su Qiao seemed to come to her senses: "Oh, I heard that you are very close to Mr. Fu, are you Mr. Fu's wife?"
Su Qiao was indeed angry with this woman.
Not just for that year.
It was also because she suddenly realized that this woman had been staying by Fu Jingyao's side all these years, and Fu Jingyao had protected her so well.
Su Qiao really had not forgotten Fu Jingyao.
A flash of understanding passed through Xia Yao's mind.
"Su Qiao, I've already said that I will make it up to you. I hope you won't be so sharp and stubborn. Be more realistic."
"Compensate me?"
Su Qiao stood up slowly. She was 1.72 meters tall and looked down at Xia Yao, who was only 1.65 meters tall.
"Hehe, why do you want to compensate me? Did you do something wrong to me, so you want to compensate me?"
This woman is so self-righteous that it's ridiculous.
Seeing that she was stubborn, Xia Yao lost her patience and said, "Su Qiao, I hope you can calm down and be more rational."
The person I am now is no longer the humble person I was in the orphanage.
But Su Qiao is still the Su Qiao who lived in the quagmire.
It would be easy to crush her to death.
If she is really so ignorant, then don't blame Xia Yao for not remembering their friendship.
Su Qiao blew on her neatly trimmed nails and replied slowly, "I am very calm and rational. You are the one who is not calm and you are also the one who feels guilty."
"Su Qiao, do you think the current Fu Jingyao is still the introverted and autistic Fu Jingyao back then?"
Xia Yao was no longer polite: "I, Xia Yao, am no longer the powerless and incompetent Xia Yao who couldn't even afford a full meal, and you, Su Qiao, are still the powerless and incompetent Su Qiao!"
Su Qiao's expression was cold, and he stared at her with murderous eyes: "No matter what he becomes, he is mine."
"And you, you'd better go back to where you came from, otherwise, I will turn you back into the Xia Yao who could only fill her stomach by humbly pleasing everyone!"
"Well, let's wait and see."
The two of them had a falling out, Xia Yao said something coldly, turned around and left Su Qiao's house.
After Xia Yao left, Su Qiao went into his bedroom, took out the fabric he ordered online, placed it on the long table, and started measuring and marking it.
Host, are you starting to make Hanfu? It doesn't look like it.
The color of this fabric is too plain.
Su Qiao did not reply and continued to work without even raising his head.
"Are you done? If you are, please help me process the clothing design drawings so that I can upload them online later. Once the bulk of the fabric arrives, we can start work."