Chapter 267: Untitled
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
These simple words casually stirred the atmosphere, as if there were blades dancing in the air.
Han Liubai’s eyes seemed to have a thick layer of frost as he stared at him coldly.
It turned out that he had known all along.
“If Director Jiang likes this little bit of money, feel free to take it.” There was no emotion in his faint voice.
Jiang Yanshen’s thin lips curled up slightly. “I naturally won’t take this small sum of money seriously, but it’s a different matter if it’s a gift from President
Han.”
Han Liubai’s usual good temper immediately dissipated. He wished he could punch this man in the face.
“Why can’t she see through your shameless face?”
Jiang Yanshen’s tone was light. “Perhaps she prefers shamelessness to hypocrisy. ”
If he was shameless, wouldn’t Han Liubai be hypocritical? The two of them were the same, and neither of them could laugh at the other.
“Jiang Yanshen, I lost this round, but…” His gentle voice paused.” How can one know life and death before the end? ‘
As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door slowly opened and he walked into it.
Lin Qingqian walked over from the private room and vaguely saw Xiao Bai’s shadow in the gap where the elevator door closed.
“Has Xiao Bai left?” she asked.
Jiang Yanshen restrained the coldness and sharpness in his eyes and held her hand. He nodded and said pretentiously, “Perhaps he had something else on, so he didn’t say goodbye to you.”
Lin Qingqian pursed her lips and nodded. “Then let’s go.”
At 11:40 PM, Lin Qingqian followed Jiang Yanshen into Begonia Courtyard.
There were no lights on in the house, and the air was filled with faint incense. The neon lights flickered with various colors, like the dazzling stars in the sky.
There was also a formation of heart-shaped candles burning quietly on the floor, their flame swaying warmly.
Lin Qingqian was amused by this old-fashioned scene. She turned to look at Jiang Yanshen beside her. “You prepared this?”
Seeing how calm she was, Jiang Yanshen knew that this idea was terrible. “It was Song Qin’s idea.”
The corners of Lin Qingqian’s eyes curved. “Thank you. I like it very much.” Jiang Yanshen raised his eyebrows, surprise in his eyes.
“Although it’s very old-fashioned, I’m still very happy to see it with my own eyes.” Lin Qingqian shrugged helplessly. “Looks like I’m also a person who can’t escape from the secular world.”
A smile appeared in Jiang Yanshen’s eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for your tackiness.”
If she wasn’t old-fashioned, how could he coax her to be happy?
Lin Qingqian felt that the place he had kissed was burning. Her brows moved slightly and she restrained her smile. “Where’s the gift?”
Jiang Yanshen did not answer. He pulled her hand around the candles on the floor and walked to the living room.
The sofa in the living room was also filled with small neon lights. There was a decanter and two goblets on the coffee table.
Jiang Yanshen let her sit down and poured a glass of red wine for her.
Lin Qingqian shook the wine glass and placed it under her nose to smell it. The fragrance of the wine surged up. “It smells quite good.”
“Taste it.” Jiang Yanshen stared at her with warm eyes, vaguely hopeful.
Lin Qianqian took a sip. The texture was smooth, sweet, and not astringent. When she swallowed it, there was still a faint fragrance of wine on the tip of her tongue that lingered for a long time.
“Not bad.” Lin Qingqian gave a very sincere evaluation and looked at him. “I’ve drunk the wine. Where’s the gift?”
Jiang Yanshen’s thin lips moved slightly. “Isn’t it in your hands?”
Lin Qingqian was stunned. Her gaze shifted from him to her hand. “This glass of wine is the gift?”
Jiang Yanshen’s low and hoarse voice slowly sounded. “This bottle of wine doesn’t have a name yet. Give it a name..”