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While waiting at the airport, Mai Xiaomai had gone to the bathroom, and upon returning, she found Qiao Chutian seemingly surrounded by a number of women.
Whether intentionally or not, these women were parading in front of Qiao Chutian, laughing flirtatiously and striking enticing poses, with one particularly voluptuous woman, boldly wearing just a thin layer of black silk in the cool autumn weather, stepping forward to chat him up.
Qiao Chutian, with eyes on his nose and nose on his heart, ignored her words with an icy indifference.
This attitude pleased her.
The colder he acted, the more it incited the woman's desire to conquer him.
"Sir, may I sit here?"
She asked, pointing to the empty seat beside him with a coquettish gesture.
"No."
"Why not?"
"My wife is sitting there."
Having said that, he looked up, saw Mai Xiaomai, and smiled as he waved her over.
