Chapter 311
Chapter 311: Actually, I Don’t Like Being Romantic (1)
Qiao Lian was too absorbed in her own happiness to notice the look on Shen Liangchuan’s face.
Shen Liangchuan felt a little choked up seeing the sparkle in her eyes and how happy she was. He opened his mouth, but the truth would not come out.
He continued driving to the villa in silence and did not answer her question.
Since he was normally a man of few words, Qiao Lian did not find anything amiss.
She continued talking, “I used to like you a lot, the sort of liking that a fan would have for their idol. But after marrying you, I discovered that you’re really a mess.”
What?! Shen Liangchuan was taken aback by this confession.
He shot her a cold expression. Qiao Lian grinned and reached for his arm. “Think about it, the things you did when we were newlyweds. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Shen Liangchuan tried to ignore her.
“But it’s okay. Knowing one’s own mistakes and being able to turn over a new leaf is a great virtue. You’re doing well, even though you appear cold and emotionless. The bouquet and afternoon tea show that you are—”
“Hush.”
His icy voice sent a chill down her spine and her lips twitched slightly. “Oh, look, someone’s being shy!”
Shen Liangchuan tried to ignore her.
But he was thoroughly annoyed.
Was he cold and emotionless just because he had failed to impress her with flowers and afternoon tea?
And what was that she had said about him being “apparently stuffy”?
Did she mean that he would actually be stuffy if he hadn’t sent her flowers or afternoon tea?
Terribly bothered by these statements, Shen Liangchuan loosened his tie and made an annoyed sound. He continued to focus on the road ahead as he drove.
Finally it was quiet in the car and he found himself relaxing a little more.
After picking up Qiao Yi from the villa, they continued their drive to a restaurant close by.
This was an exceptionally private and secluded restaurant and it served an exclusive list of rich and respectable guests. The venue was safe from reporters and the paparazzi.
Scanning the luxurious surroundings, Qiao Lian couldn’t help but feel that all this extravagance had a dream-like feel.
Shen Liangchuan got out of the car and lifted Qiao Yi’s wheelchair from the trunk. He then helped Qiao Yi get on the wheelchair.
He tossed his car keys to the valet so that they could park his car.
After taking two steps, Qiao Lian lightly slapped the back of her head. “Oh, I left my cell phone in the car.”
Handing the belongings in his hands over to Qiao Lian, he told her, “I’ll get it for you, wait for me in the private dining room.”
She nodded as she took his jacket and cell phone, and pushed Qiao Yi’s wheelchair towards the private room.
Just as they got into the private room, Shen Liangchuan’s cell phone started ringing.
Qiao Lian stopped and glanced at the cell phone she was holding. On the screen, it said… “Stupid Ass”?
Who was “Stupid Ass”?
She blinked and on closer look, she realized that the number looked familiar.
Her observation skills and understanding of numerical data as a reporter helped her recall immediately that it was the number Sun Tzi had given her a few days ago.
She quickly picked up the call and indeed, it was Sun Linan’s voice on the other end of the line. “Lian Lian, why did you take such a long time to answer the call?”
“… Huh, what’s up?” Qiao Lian asked cautiously.
“Lian Lian, why do you sound so distant? I’m here to pick you up for dinner! I’m at your office building!”
Qiao Lian paused. “What? Dinner?”
“Dinner! We made plans just yesterday?”
Made plans?
Qiao Lian frowned. “I have no recollection of this.”
Sun Linan laughed. “Even if you don’t remember our conversation yesterday, surely you were reminded of it today when you received the bouquet? It was written on the card?”