Chapter 112: Chapter 112: This Show of Affection Is Too Intense
Thinking of “Han Ruixin,” Ye Shu’s frustration once again lodged in her chest, she huffed a sound and lifted her head, striding straight towards Sun Nanjue.
She deliberately sat down next to Sun Nanjue.
And even intentionally reached out to hook onto Sun Nanjue’s arm.
Sun Nanjue was so startled he nearly jumped up.
Sheng Shaochen directly pulled Sun Nanjue aside, wedging himself between them.
Ye Shu annoyed, gave him a glare then leaned over him towards Sun Nanjue, “What business does Director Sun have with me?” purposely contorting her body to get as close to Sun Nanjue as possible.
Sun Nanjue simply felt overwhelmed.
Had he known that Little Shushu was currently having a tiff with Ah Chen, he would never, for the life of him, have asked Little Shushu out.
Now it was achingly awkward.
“Well, actually, it’s not really anything important…”
“Then no need to mention it!” Sheng Shaochen said coolly, directly pulling Ye Shu into his embrace, preventing her from getting any closer to Sun Nanjue.
Sun Nanjue cried out, slumped back onto the sofa, and moved to sit opposite them.
“It looks like today I’m just cannon fodder for the two of you, huh? I admit defeat, isn’t my apology enough?”
“Apologize for what, exactly? Someone certainly has no right to interfere with my private life. Director Sun, let’s get to the point. Hurry up, don’t beat around the bush, doesn’t look very manly!”
“Who says I don’t look manly? There’s no one in Jin City more manly than I, Sun Nanjue!”
“Does Mr. Sheng think so too?” Ye Shu seriously stirred the pot, lifting her eyes to look at Sheng Shaochen, whose face was an iron hue, and smirked mischievously.
Sun Nanjue nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest, and said with a pained expression, “Little Shushu, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have called you. If I hadn’t made that call, I wouldn’t have to…”
“Enough, enough, no need to go on like Sister Lin. Just spit it out already!” Ye Shu couldn’t help but laugh, provoked by the foolishness of Sun Nanjue.
Sheng Shaochen, the typically silent type, having a friend like Sun Nanjue, who was such a joker, was honestly quite a blessing.
They say having friends like these brightens up your entire life, filling it with colorful optimism and hope.
“This…” Sun Nanjue looked up at Sheng Shaochen, his face all charming beggarliness, waiting for direction.
“Speak!” Sheng Shaochen growled the word out and pulled Ye Shu closer into his embrace, as if wishing he could fuse her into his very flesh.
Sun Nanjue felt as if he was being force-fed a hefty serving of toxic dog food, doomed to be poisoned by this couple flaunting their affection.
“Ah Chen, do you remember I was telling you the other day about wanting Little Shushu to be the leading actress for my new movie?”
“Rejected!” Sheng Shaochen tossed the two merciless words at Sun Nanjue.
Sun Nanjue pressed his hand, which was on his chest, a bit harder, “I knew today wasn’t the right moment.”
“I am willing,” Ye Shu said, her hand stroking Sheng Shaochen’s jawline, glancing sideways at Sun Nanjue with elegance.
At that moment, a wave of cold air suddenly surged through the room, centering on Sheng Shaochen, making everywhere within a ten-meter radius unexpectedly chilly.
Sun Nanjue bowed his head, hugging his coffee cup and chuckled lowly, “Let’s have coffee, let’s have coffee. The coffee here is quite famous…”
“Mrs. Sheng is getting bolder by the day!” Sheng Shaochen pinched Ye Shu’s little hand, pulling it to his mouth.
Ye Shu glanced at Sun Nanjue, embarrassment flooding her.
Sun Nanjue quickly turned his head to look at the wall painting, “This painting is really beautiful. Speaking of paintings, there’s a prop in the new film that’s a famous painting… Ah, I’ve made arrangements to go pick it up right now. Sorry, Ah Chen, Little Shushu, I’ve got to go.”
With that said, Sun Nanjue ran off in a flash.
Ye Shu was about to call out to him but heard Sheng Shaochen’s deep voice, “You want to break into the entertainment industry?”