Just because of her last name, or perhaps because of the police uniform she’s wearing... Shi Nian then smiled, tilting her head to look at Huangfu Huazhang: "Mr. Huangfu, it’s understandable if you couldn’t see it. After all, who would when the lighting is so dim tonight? And it’s your first time here, so it’s possible to make a mistake."
These words held a hint of sharpness, prompting Huangfu Huazhang to squint as he looked at Shi Nian. Yet he said nothing, merely smiled faintly and shrugged lightly.
But it was precisely this lenience that made Xiang Yuan’s expression turn even worse.
Xiang Yuan’s fingers clutched tightly onto Shi Nian’s wrist, her fingertips digging in almost to the bone. Shi Nian felt a bit of pain.
Even though last time Huangfu Huazhang witnessed their quarrel and took her away... if it was just because of that, it seemed unnecessary for Xiang Yuan to be this tense in front of Huangfu Huazhang, right?
Or maybe it was because of Huangfu Huazhang’s status, perhaps A Yuan’s law firm had business dealings with him, thus not wanting to offend him?
The atmosphere among this small circle carried an undercurrent of tension as Tang Yanqing approached unhurriedly. He ignored everyone, not even lifting his eyes, directly standing beside Shi Nian, and gently saying, "I made some porridge for you, come and eat."
As if none of the matters with that circle were relevant to him, he simply pried open Xiang Yuan’s tightly clenched fingers and gently led Shi Nian aside.
Shi Nian was taken aback as he tugged her along, unable to resist looking back at that circle of people.
Sure enough, everyone wore an expression of surprise.
Yet Tang Yanqing seemed oblivious, leading her to the dining table, opening the food container, and preparing a spoon, handing it to her: "I just made it, the temperature is just right, eat it while it’s hot. Hmm, though I can’t do laundry, my porridge-making skills aren’t too bad. At least it’s better than your cooking."
The eyes of that circle still followed over, but Tang Yanqing seemed to have transported to another parallel world, paying them no mind. Shi Nian had no choice but to bow her head, turn her back to them, and eat the porridge cautiously.
Simple white rice porridge, mixed with salted egg yolk. It was fragrant and glutinous, the salted egg yolk perfectly seasoned, neither oily nor fishy, not too salty.
He sat at the edge of the dining table, lowering his gaze, watching her eat porridge seriously, and asked with a low chuckle, "Tasty, right? Better than your cooking skills, isn’t it?"
In his eyes, it seemed there was only her, only the concern of making her eat porridge on his mind... as for the others, other matters, he placed them out of his sight and mind.
The porridge was a bit hot, so Shi Nian blew on it and asked quietly, "Just now A Yuan gripped so tightly, how could you so easily pry it open?"
He then laughed, a bit smugly: "His was just brute force, actually the easiest to break with a little technique, like disjointing an ox."
Shi Nian was taken aback... her mind flooded inexplicably with chaotic fragments, as if in that dark dream, there had been a mischievous person who could slip free from the ropes binding him, gently raising a hand to caress her long hair...
Her heart raced again, and she quickly shook her head, focusing on eating the porridge.
Those two... just left everyone else behind, abandoned them; or perhaps not just this small circle, even the entire Tang Family.
Moreover, the setting was the Tang Family!
The two of them, he quietly gazed at her, while she obediently lowered her head to eat porridge, and after their brief conversation, they both settled into silence. It created a more mysterious picture, inviting an inevitable quiet sigh.
Tang Yan Yi could hardly bear it but couldn’t lose her temper in front of so many people, so she quietly greeted Tang Yansheng, saying she was going upstairs to change clothes.
Huangfu Huazhang lifted his head inscrutably, squinting for a moment before turning away, seemingly staring at Xiang Yuan with a half-smile.
Tang Yansheng had no choice but to mediate, trying to invite Huangfu Huazhang and Xiang Yuan to switch to another type of wine over there. Huangfu Huazhang agreed casually, but Xiang Yuan apologized and then walked towards Tang Yanqing and Shi Nian.
Xiang Yuan suppressed his displeasure, trying to speak calmly, "Yanqing, what’s the meaning of this? I can take care of my wife, you just leave her to me."
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