Chapter 954 Emperor Uncle’s Tongue is as Sharp as Ever
As soon as the journalist left, Di Mingjue, worried that Gu Qibao might get tired from standing, quickly took her hand and led her to sit down at the banquet table.
A large table, big enough for fifty people to dine together, looked quite impressive, and everyone had their names on the table and sat down accordingly.
As luck would have it, Shen Yilan ended up sitting right next to Gu Qibao.
Shen Yilan just happened to see her name and realized that Gu Qibao and Di Mingjue were sitting right next to her.
Instantly, she smiled triumphantly, stepped forward quickly, and greeted her, "Miss Gu."
Gu Qibao glanced at her and really didn’t want to nod, but she did anyway and said, "Miss Shen."
She truly did not have any fondness for Shen Yilan, but in such a setting, it wouldn’t look good to not respond, making her seem petty.
Anyway, she was very confident in her own husband, and wasn’t worried about losing face in front of Shen Yilan—in fact, she thought that Shen Yilan would probably end up embarrassed by Mingjue’s sharp tongue.
Indeed, Shen Yilan, upon seeing Di Mingjue, behaved like a fly seeing sugar, immediately smiling even more sweetly and said softly and tenderly, "Senior Mingjue, it has been a long time since our last encounter. Have you been well?"
As she spoke, she reached out her hand, intending to shake hands with Di Mingjue.
Who would have known that Di Mingjue, as if he hadn’t seen it, directly ignored the hand she extended towards him and coldly replied with two words, "Quite well."
And that was it, without any unnecessary conversation.
However, his tone shifted entirely when he gently and affectionately asked Gu Qibao, "Tired?"
While asking, he stretched out his long fingers to rub Gu Qibao’s thigh.
Shen Yilan was instantly stunned, the stark contrast between his behaviors and tones was simply too intense to overlook.
Was he actually rubbing her leg?
In full view of everyone, with so many eyes on them, he was really rubbing her leg.
Shen Yilan’s face involuntarily fell, and jealousy was unmistakable in her eyes and expression, but she controlled it well, and it flashed away quickly.
Gu Qibao couldn’t help wanting to laugh. That was quite a slap to the face.
Honestly, Miss Shen, knowing full well that Senior Mingjue is temperamental, why provoke him? Aren’t you just asking for trouble?
But she found it quite entertaining, indeed.
Gu Qibao’s lips curved into a smile, and she smiled back at Di Mingjue, "Actually, I’m okay, I haven’t been standing too long."
But she did not stop Di Mingjue from rubbing her leg and openly enjoyed the attentive massage from her husband.
Shen Yilan took a good while to recover before smiling and saying, "Since when has the senior become so thoughtful?"
Di Mingjue looked up at her, his gaze as cold as ever, his handsome face still expressionless. Opening his lips, he spoke uncharitably, "Do I need to inform you first every time I become more considerate?"
The retort was biting, but it made sense. Who are you to me that I need to report every change to you?
Lady, I really want to presumptuously ask, do you not think too highly of yourself?
Gu Qibao felt instantly refreshed. Yes, that was very Di Mingjue.
It was the characteristically biting wit of the third master of the Di Family, brutally direct and unsparing.
Expect the third master to exchange pleasantries with you for no reason?
You must be dreaming. He’s simply that arrogant. What can you do about it?
Gu Qibao was delighted; it had indeed been a while since she’d seen the third master vigorously defending her honor in an argument, and she found herself rather nostalgic for it.
Shen Yilan, left speechless by the rebuff, eventually had to act as though she understood Di Mingjue very well, saying with a good-natured smile, "I was just asking casually, senior doesn’t have to take it seriously."