Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 115

When John started to drive to where Sophia was, someone tried to strike up a conversation with her.

The guy looked like a university student; he was charming and easygoing.

He said he had seen her sitting there for a long time and asked if she was in some kind of trouble.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, she stood up. “No, no. I’m waiting for someone.”

The guy scratched his hair. “Which school are you from? We might be going the same way.”

She was even more flustered now because she had never even been to university before.

Waving her hand, she said, “I’m not a student.”

The guy was stunned, then he smiled bashfully. “You look really young.”

She pursed her lips and was unsure of what to say.

John was already on his way.

When the distance closed, he saw Sophia and the guy.

The guy’s face was fairly red which showed that he was shy.

John sneered.

Guys like these were actually well-suited for Sophia.

They looked better together.

He slowly drove over. Initially, he wanted to wait for a bit, but, alas, she got rid of the guy.

When the guy was walking away, he seemed a bit reluctant as he looked back at her repeatedly.

She let out a sigh then saw John’s car when she turned back around.

After concealing all the emotions on her face, she went to open the car door.

John teased, “You’re still popular.”

She shot him a sidelong glance. “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

John started driving again in silence.

Throughout the car ride, neither of them spoke to each other and he did not ask why she ran out on her own.
When John started to drive to where Sophia was, someone tried to strike up a conversation with her.

She felt like perhaps he did not care.

He never cared about her anyway.

Just earlier, he had obviously arrived some time before and saw the guy approach her, but he did not feel anything about it.

He just did not care.

She had known all along, but she realized it was a bit hard to bear now.

The car went around and left the city center for the outskirts.

But it never actually got to the outskirts.

At the border between the city center and the outskirts, John made a turn and drove the car into a small alley.

There seemed to be a courtyard house at the end of that alley.

The gate to the courtyard house was opened now.

Before they even went in, she heard high-pitched singing that sounded like those from Peking operas, Kunqu operas, and the like.

She was unable to tell what it was exactly as she had only seen them on television.

It was a narrow passage to go into the courtyard, but the area inside was huge.

He drove the car all the way into the courtyard house.

When the car came to a stop, a person dressed in monk robes came out.

He was wearing a necklace made out of large beads around his neck and was smiling as he looked at John who had gotten out of the car. “You’re here.”

Sophia followed him out. Because she did not know that person, she did not say anything to him.

That person turned around and looked at her. “This young lady looks so young. You two have been married for almost a year now. She looks even younger than she did at the wedding.”

John smiled. “Her makeup was a bit heavy at the time so it made her seem that way.”

After that person greeted her, they went inside. “Come. It’s all prepared.”

She followed John in. The interior of the house had a quaint design. It was clearly the kind of life only a wealthy person could live.

This is why being rich is good. You can live however you like and do whatever you want to do.

There was another person inside the house. It was a man with a long braid.

That man was very easygoing and waved at her when he saw her. “Come here; do you have a dress style in mind?”

She paused. She had a feeling that the person in the monk robes earlier was not a designer.

Walking over to him, she showed him a photo on her phone. “I’m not sure what I want in particular so I found a photo. Perhaps something like this.”

The designer took a look at the photo then at her. “It does go very well with your modest presence.” He added, “Sure; we’ll go for a style like this. Do you have any requests?”

She did not know much about all that. “I trust you. You can do what you think is best.”

The designer smiled at that very moment. “You’re making me shy, Mrs. Constance.” However, he agreed to it afterward. “Okay, then I will do as I see fit.” He looked at John. “You haven’t been here in so long. How was it? I heard you were away on a business trip. Did talks on the project go well?”

Right after he mentioned the business trip, the look on John’s face turned sour.

At noon today, President McCaw from Infinity Group had the nerve to call him and tell him about how Elizabeth was threatening to kill herself.

President McCaw even said that he wanted everyone to sit down and have a talk, and for John to bring Sophia along as well.