Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Sun Nanjue’s Taste is Getting Worse
“An Zhe, are you just comfortable today if you oppose me, huh?” Sun Nanjue swatted An Zhe’s hand away with some annoyance, and gave him a white look.
The next second, however, he took the initiative to drape his arm over An Zhe’s shoulder and led him to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Take a look outside, the flowers are blooming fiercely, and the stream is babbling, how romantic? This is a golden opportunity. Ah Chen rarely reacts to women, so as his brothers, how can we not give it our all to help him?”
Sun Nanjue said, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, putting it in his mouth, and took a long drag.
Then, blowing out a cloud of smoke, he tightened the arm around An Zhe’s shoulder and leaned his head close to An Zhe’s, smiling mysteriously, “So, hurry up and tidy up, move your base of operations to the Lijiang Club to wait for me. Once I’ve sorted everything out here, I’ll bring the beauty to you, don’t worry, my treat!”
An Zhe frowned, glancing sideways at Sun Nanjue, “You really don’t give up until it’s over, do you?”
“Off with you—no dying or whatever. You’re going today whether you like it or not, otherwise I’ll have someone tie you up and take you there!”
Sun Nanjue blew smoke in An Zhe’s face.
An Zhe waved his hand in disgust. Knowing Sun Nanjue’s personality, he really would send someone to tie him up if An Zhe didn’t give in today.
“Alright, as your brother I have one last piece of advice for you—don’t think that Ah Chen isn’t serious about loyalty, but if you cross his forbidden lines, he’ll turn on you.”
“Get out of here, when has he not turned on me?” Sun Nanjue laughed and heavily patted An Zhe’s shoulder again.
And pushed him towards the door.
An Zhe helplessly smiled and pointed at Sun Nanjue with his finger, “In all of Jin City, only you dare to provoke Ah Chen!” He turned around and walked away.
Fifty-some meters later, he ran into the popular actress Ou Linlin, clad in a white deep-V long dress and with meticulous makeup—clearly finely dressed up.
Could she be the beauty Sun Nanjue was talking about?
This woman doesn’t have a good reputation in the industry; rumors say that when she started out her family was very poor, and she climbed to her position today by means of that sort of method.
How come Sun Nanjue’s taste is getting worse and worse?
Just as An Zhe was silently shaking his head, a whiff of softly fragrant locust flower lingered by, refreshing and elegant.
He couldn’t help looking up, only to see Ye Shu, bare-faced yet with an endowed charm, dressed casually yet making her appear even sweeter and more attractive.
Unexpectedly, his heartstrings were plucked, and he couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
Apparently noticing An Zhe’s gaze, Ye Shu frowned slightly, but upon recognizing that it was the famous top lawyer of Jin City, she paused.
Then she nodded slightly towards An Zhe, a silent greeting.
They had never genuinely interacted before, but An Zhe found himself responding naturally with a nod as well.
As they brushed past each other, her seaweed-like flowing wavy hair grazed his cheek as if by accident.
The scent of shampoo mingled with the lovely smell of locust flowers, leaving An Zhe somewhat entranced.
Surprised, he suddenly laughed at himself.
It seems his worry for Sun Nanjue was superfluous.
This time, Sun Nanjue might have struck gold by sheer fluke.
Ye Shu’s fading footsteps were still audible, yet An Zhe couldn’t help but turn to look deeply at her retreating figure.
A woman like Ye Shu was like wine laced with poison—any man who merely caught a whiff would inevitably become addicted.
It wasn’t surprising that Sheng Shaochen was interested in her, only…
An Zhe pulled out a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and took a puff looking up; the smoke curled and dissipated under the dim lights of the corridor.
An Zhe shook his head, what was he doing? Worrying about the future circumstances of a woman he hardly knew…
An Zhe crushed the cigarette out in his palm and strode away.