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Chapter 184 Getting separated

With Xu Hemei gone, there was one less car accompanying them, so the eight of them were divided into two vehicles.

He Qiaoyun didn't want to be torn apart by the two men, so she got into a car with Chen's mother and father.

The nanny got into the front passenger seat, and Tian Tian consciously went to the inner back seat, leaving the two middle seats.

Feng Jiashu, in his good-natured manner, said, "You go first."

Liu Biao snorted and got in, with Feng Jiashu following closely behind. The car door closed, and the car slowly drove away, heading towards the first scenic spot.

On the way, He Qiaoyun's car was filled with laughter, while the atmosphere in Feng Jiashu and Liu Biao's car was somber, as neither of them liked the other.

After a long while, Liu Biao glanced at Feng Jiashu and asked, "Feng Jiashu, who exactly are you?"

In a foreign land, with cars and luxury hotel suites arranged for him, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that he has a powerful background and doesn't seem like a middle-class person.

Feng Jiashu said in a calm tone, "He has no special background, just an ordinary person."

Liu Biao chuckled, "Pretend. Let me tell you, I don't care who you are, but I hope that what you have is clean and doesn't harm Qiaoyun."

Feng Jiashu finally gave him a proper look. "Don't worry, I won't hurt her. I'll treat her well."

Liu Biao sensed something was off about the conversation, and when he realized what was going on, he angrily retorted, "What nonsense about being nice to her? Who are you to judge? Let me tell you, after this trip, stay away from her!"

Feng Jiashu looked at him and said, "I know what you're thinking, but you two aren't a good match."

Upon hearing this, Liu Biao's temper flared up immediately. "I've known her since I was twenty, for over thirty years. And you? You're not even half a finger's length away. What gives you the right to say that?"

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "When it comes to feelings, it's not about time. If you two had a chance, you would have gotten together long ago, and you wouldn't have had to wait until now."

These words struck a nerve with Liu Biao, who clenched his fists, feeling deeply resentful.

Just when all the obstacles had been cleared, Feng Jiashu unexpectedly appeared out of nowhere.

He said, "I missed out back then, but this time she's divorced. Feelings may not be about time, but there is a first-come, first-served rule. You'd better step aside."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "You're wrong. Feelings don't care about time or who came first..."

Liu Biao interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense and making a fuss."

Feng Jiashu insisted, "Everything depends on her wishes, and I respect all her decisions."

Liu Biao chuckled disdainfully, "You better be like that, you hypocrite with a high-sounding facade. I hate people like you the most in my life, two-faced, wolves in sheep's clothing, disgusting."

Tian Tian sat in the back row, listening intently. She didn't understand much, but she could roughly tell that Uncle Liu Biao disliked her uncle.

She said, "Uncle Liu Biao, you can't hate your uncle."

Liu Biao attacked everyone indiscriminately, saying, "When adults are talking, little brats shouldn't interrupt."

Tian Tian pouted her little mouth in dissatisfaction and let out a soft hum.

Feng Jiashu comforted him, "Uncle Liu has a bad temper, we shouldn't be like him."

Tian Tian glanced at Liu Biao and nodded seriously, "Mm."

Liu Biao scoffed and turned to Feng Jiashu, asking, "Where are her family? Why are you the only one taking care of her? Is she not your daughter?"

Before Feng Jiashu could speak, Tian Tian said, "My mother died in a car accident."

Feng Jiashu: "Yes, my sister has passed away, and I am now Tian Tian's guardian."

Liu Biao shut his mouth, wanting to slap himself, and awkwardly replied, "Yeah, pretty pathetic."

Tian Tian said, "It's not pitiful."

Liu Biao: "Yeah, not pitiful."

After that, no one spoke.

A short while later, the car stopped, and the group got out, only to see a surging crowd.

Several people stood still and couldn't move, while a long queue formed for the little train under the sculpture.

They had hoped to have a lively holiday, but the crowds far exceeded their expectations; even Feng Jiashu underestimated the sheer number of people.

They were jostled along by the crowd, and He Qiaoyun, without paying attention, got separated from them.

She looked around and saw only unfamiliar faces, which made her inexplicably uneasy.

Suddenly, a tall figure pushed through the crowd, walked up to her, grabbed her wrist with a worried expression, and said, "I've finally found you."

She looked up at Liu Biao, slightly stunned, and remained silent for a long time.

Liu Biao was tall and could see what was in front of him, so he took her hand and slowly walked out of the crowd until they reached the railing on the shore, where their view opened up.

He Qiaoyun felt a restraint on her wrist, so she looked up and gestured for Liu Biao to let go.

Liu Biao realized he was still reluctantly holding her hand, so he immediately let go and stammered, "Just now, there were too many people, I was afraid you'd get lost again, so..."

He Qiaoyun cracked her knuckles and forced a smile. "It's nothing."

When I got separated from my friends just now, I saw someone familiar, and my panicked mood immediately calmed down.

Liu Biao inexplicably became awkward, turning his head away and not daring to look at her again.

He Qiaoyun cleared her throat and asked, "Where are they?"

Liu Biao leaned against the railing and blurted out, "I don't care about you, I only care about you."

These words reignited the lingering ambiguity.

He Qiaoyun pursed her lips slightly, not responding to his words. She took out her phone from her bag, turned it on, and saw three missed calls on the notification bar.

It was Feng Jiashu calling.

She dialed back, and the call was answered instantly. Feng Jiashu's anxious voice came through the receiver, "Where are you?"

He Qiaoyun subconsciously looked up at Liu Biao standing opposite her and said, "I'm fine, I'm with Liu Biao right now."

Feng Jiashu paused for three seconds on the other end of the phone, then said, "Well, it's good that everything's alright."

He Qiaoyun: "Then I'll hang up now. We'll meet at the drop-off point later."

Feng Jiashu: "Okay."

The phone call ended, and the group trip became a trip for two.

Liu Biao looked at her and asked sourly, "Was it for Feng Jiashu?"

He Qiaoyun nodded. "Yes, he called me a few times, but it was too crowded and noisy just now, so I called him back."

Liu Biao snorted in dissatisfaction and said with great disdain, "All he can do is call you."

He Qiaoyun smiled helplessly, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side, each in silence.

When Liu Biao saw someone taking pictures, he asked, "Do you want to take a picture? I'll take one for you."

He Qiaoyun didn't refuse, and took out her phone, "Okay."

Liu Biao took her phone and took pictures of her very seriously. After taking more than a dozen pictures, he handed the phone back to her, saying, "Take a look."

He Qiaoyun took the phone with some anticipation, opened the picture, and immediately fell silent.

Liu Biao noticed her expression was off and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Qiaoyun held up her phone to show him, "Thank you for taking such an ugly picture of me."

I can hardly look at them; every single one makes her look like a dwarf.

Looking at how much shorter she looked in the photo, Liu Biao couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't find the right angle just now. Let's try again."