Chapter 132: Qianqian, Tell Me, What’s Your Relationship With Him?
The dinner lasted for two hours. By the time it was over, it was already half past nine.
Suisui was really too good at eating. She even added a few dishes along the way. As the only man, Han Liubai helped them cook, take seasonings, and pour drinks like a gentleman.
The four of them did not drive so Suisui and Su Ying took a taxi and left first.
Han Liubai said like a gentleman, “Let me send you home.”
Lin Qingqian politely declined his good intentions. “No need, it’s only a short taxi ride.”
“It’s very unsafe for a girl to take a taxi alone at night, ” Han Liubai said.
Lin Qingqian thought that perhaps he had lived overseas for too long and was used to the English gentleman’s habits. Hence, it was not good to reject his good intentions.
Han Liubai hailed an empty cab and opened the door for her. Lin Qingqian got into the car and they drove towards her apartment.
Han Liubai did not say much along the way. When the car stopped downstairs, he got out of the car and opened the door for her.
Lin Qingqian bade him farewell and went upstairs.
Han Liubai was not in a hurry to leave. He stood downstairs and quietly looked at the building standing in the dark.
The moonlight shone on him, accentuating his deity-like appearance.
It was only when the chauffeur asked him if he was leaving that he came back to his senses and got into the car.
Lin Qingqian took the key to open the door, turned on the lights, and changed her shoes. When she turned around, she was shocked.
“Jiang Yanshen, are you crazy?”
A man wearing a dark blue shirt was sitting on the sofa. His suit was placed beside him, and when he turned around, there was a gloomy aura between his eyebrows.
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Needless to say, Song Qin must have given him the key.
“Who is he?” The man’s tightly pursed thin lips relaxed, and his voice was tense and cold.
Lin Qingqian was stunned for two seconds before she realized that he was talking about Han Liubai.
“Does it have anything to do with you?”
Jiang Yanshen stood up and walked towards her with his long legs. His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. “How far have you progressed with him?”
Lin Qingqian was frightened by his aura, but she refused to lower her head and said stubbornly, “Why should I tell you?”
Jiang Yanshen stood in front of her, his tall figure completely enveloping her. His dark eyes stared at her intently. “No relations?”
The man’s oppressive aura made Lin Qingqian very uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to move back.
She had just taken a step back when the man’s hand grabbed her slender waist. He lowered his head and breathed warm air into her ear. His voice was cold and terrifying. “Qianqian, tell me, what’s your relationship with him?”
The bones in Lin Qingqian’s waist seemed to be about to break. She turned her head and met his cold eyes, and she couldn’t help but shiver.
“He’s a new stylist hired by my studio. He was kind enough to send me back after dinner tonight. Are you satisfied now?”
When Jiang Yanshen heard her words, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. He also let go of her waist and said without rhyme or reason, “Let’s
eat. ”
Lin Qingqian:
She turned around and saw him walking to the dining table and sitting down. There were three dishes and a soup on the dining table. At this moment, it was already cold.
Had he been waiting for her to come back for dinner?
This thought emerged from the bottom of her heart. She walked to the dining table. “Did you make all this?”
Jiang Yanshen’s hand that was picking up his chopsticks froze for a second, and he hummed indifferently without changing his expression.
Lin Qingqian pointed at the rubbish bin.. “Didn’t Song Qin tell you how to destroy evidence and throw the takeout food boxes away?