Chapter 162: Chapter 120 What Do You Understand? Being Too Clever for Your Own Good
With no one by her side, talking to her didn’t feel so terrifying.
Disappointingly, the call went through, with a droning ring but no answer, an unexpected turn for Wei Lan; the sense of grievance surged, and her eyes immediately welled up.
She looked down at the shadow trailing behind her and suddenly spotted a taxi at the next intersection, vacant and available. Without a second thought, Wei Lan reached out to hail it.
It wasn’t until she was settled in the car that she realized she was only a five-minute walk from Century Garden.
However, the high fare bought her peace of mind and a safe trip home.
She had always lived alone. After Jing Zan visited a few times, she found the solitude of her home even more desolate – a frightening habit indeed.
Sister Niannian had told her to clear things up with Jing Zan. While sleeping, Wei Lan pondered how to speak to him. She’d never used a questioning tone with the senior before; he seemed unapproachable to her, merely speaking with him would bring her joy for a long time; she wouldn’t dare to show him any attitude…
With these jumbled thoughts, she fell asleep. And just like that, her twenty-third birthday passed…
On the smooth, night-darkened road, the black Maybach glided silently, its cabin devoid of conversation.
Upon returning, Shen Hanxiu took them to a children’s store, ignoring Su Nian’s protests, and bought the kids a lot of things, including five sets of Barbie dolls for Su Zhen, each set with an extravagant price tag.
Shen Hanxiu seemed to be rolling in money with nowhere to burn it, spending an evening’s worth equal to a year of Su Nian’s salary just on the children’s shopping spree. Su Nian could only click her tongue in amazement, devoid even of the right to object.
Su Zhen had done her shopping and played to her heart’s content; now indifferent, she fell into a deep slumber.
Su Nian wasn’t particularly enthused, but her heart felt stifled watching her kids bond with their father as if they were an ordinary family.
Although they were together, she couldn’t reconcile them. Watching Shen Hanxiu indulge Su Zhen’s every whim with such a good temper, for a moment Su Nian felt incredibly selfish…
The car stopped in Jinxiu Garden. Carrying a child, Su Nian went ahead, and the considerate Shen Hanxiu came over to take the child into his arms. With one hand holding the child and the other reaching for the luggage in the trunk, he planned to carry things.
Feeling it would be impolite to stand by, Su Nian squeezed in front of him, “Let me do it.”
Shen Hanxiu chuckled softly, not insisting. In fact, lifting the items might be heavier than holding his daughter.
Turning to take Su Bao, the boy distastefully evaded his hand, stepping forward to relieve his mother of some of the load.
Though not talkative, it was evident his devotion was commendable, especially towards his mother.
Once home, they changed Su Zhen into her pajamas and let her go straight to bed. Su Bao, having bathed, obediently went to [bed].
In the deep of night, the whole city grew quiet.
Su Nian and Shen Hanxiu emerged one after another from the children’s room, looking at the clutter of bags still in the living room. Su Nian turned to Shen Hanxiu, “Don’t do this anymore, you don’t owe us anything. Whatever people say online, that’s their opinion… The children are not yours, and I will not remarry, we both understand…”
“What do you understand? Pretending to be smart,” Shen Hanxiu uttered coldly, interrupting with an unfamiliar chill. He didn’t linger as he had before, but turned and walked towards the door as she was caught off guard.
He was not in a rush now. With Su Zhen as his magical charm, he had a long future with Su Nian – there was no need to grovel after her as he had done recently. Now, he intended to make her “take the initiative” to seek him out…
Shen Hanxiu left abruptly. It was only when Su Nian heard the door close that she snapped back to reality, turning her head to glance at the now-shut door, recalling his words: What do you understand? Pretending to be smart.
What did that mean? Was it because she was oblivious to his schemes with Ye Jiayao, still speaking to him in soft tones, mocking her for her naive cuteness?
Su Nian kicked one of the toys he had bought, then turned and headed back to her room.
At Century Garden, a white Xiao Lan stopped at the gate, and a man in a white shirt emerged into the night.
It was now three in the morning.
He wanted to call back after seeing her missed call, but it was too late. Hesitating for a long time, he drove here anyway.
He felt somewhat guilty for not spending her birthday with her, although every time he left, she would agree with a smile and even tell him to drive safely.
How could he not see through her forced smile? He noticed all her little moods. Beyond the debt he owed her, he felt helpless to do more.