The sasaeng fan was sitting fearfully in the chair, not daring to look directly into Lu Qingyan’s dark eyes.
The situation was almost resolved when Lu Qingyan walked up to Jiang Nanshu. He was dressed in casual clothes today, his hair naturally good-looking without any styling, and his eyes were gentle as he spoke, "It’s okay now. Do you want to go home together?"
[Boyfriend role, huh? You’ve slipped into that pretty quick.]
She cleared her throat lightly, looking at the crowd at the police station, and asked, "Why are all of you here?"
Jiang Yunchuan pointed at Jiang Zhouye: "Fourth Brother told me you were injured, so I came."
"Oh, right, Brother Yan was with me at the company when we heard about your accident. He came here first."
Yang Jiashu nodded along: "That’s right, I met Yun Chuan downstairs at their company. Seeing him rush to the police station, I couldn’t rest assured, so I came too. Nanshu, I’m glad you’re okay."
Jiang Nanshu pointed at Duan Huaiyu, who was like part of the background: "He’s my savior. Without him, my face would’ve been ruined."
Lu Qingyan’s gaze shifted to Duan Huaiyu. The two men were of similar height, but their temperaments completely different.
Duan Huaiyu was like a weed growing in the wild, while Lu Qingyan was the flower atop a snowy mountain.
The moment Duan Huaiyu met Lu Qingyan’s gaze, he turned his head away, instinctively dodging.
Lu Qingyan suddenly chuckled, taking Jiang Nanshu’s hand: "Your savior deserves gratitude for protecting you so well. I’ll take even better care of you in the future."
[I’m numb, look at how big and round this pie is!]
She said with emotion: "Then can you stay with me wherever I go? I want to be with you all the time, never apart."
Lu Qingyan, his eyes curving like peach blossoms, promised solemnly, "Okay."
Jiang Nanshu honestly responded: "I’m going to watch my Fourth Brother’s teammate’s concert."
[Hehe, he’ll surely be bitter standing among the audience.]
Thanks for the invite, but he won’t!
"Then I’ll go with you," declared Lu Qingyan directly.
"Count me in," Yang Jiashu raised his hand: "I’ve never been to a concert before. Fourth Brother Jiang, where can I get a ticket?"
Jiang Yunchuan, excited: "I’m going too."
He’d barely finished speaking when his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he quickly picked up.
Not two seconds later, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth: "What? Lin Yueyue made a scene at my company? Wait, I’ll be right there."
He hung up the phone.
Jiang Yunchuan’s expression was foul: "Forget it, you guys go. I have to deal with this clingy nuisance; it’s so annoying. Doesn’t she have any men besides me to blackmail for money!"
Yang Jiashu swiftly exchanged a look with Lu Qingyan.
Lu Qingyan’s dark eyes were tranquil with a hint of coldness.
Other men... Father Lu should count as one, right?
It’s just that his outside scandals were always suppressed, never reaching Lu Mother.
And Lu Mother spent all her time thinking about how to revive the Shang Family, as if she were obsessed.
He could already imagine the uproar this would cause in the Lu family once it breaks out.
The holiday was ending, and it was nearly time for Liang Ciqiu’s family recognition banquet at the Lu family.
Lu Qingyan felt that the weather would be sunny, and everything adorable, perfect for a revelation.
"Miss," Duan Huaiyu stood three steps away from Jiang Nanshu, his tone polite, "I’ll be heading home now."
Jiang Nanshu nodded: "Didn’t I tell you to go home and rest? I’ll handle things here. Go ahead."
She casually waved at him.
As Duan Huaiyu turned to leave, through the glass doors, he saw Jiang Nanshu struggling to shake her hand free but still tightly held.
He had seen him twice.
The first glance had made him realize the vast disparity between their social statuses, yet at that time, he had not sensed any affection for Jiang Nanshu from this man.
This was the second time, and it seemed that his attitude towards Jiang Nanshu had changed significantly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have personally ensured that the fan who had caused her injury ended up in police custody without any delay.
He had thought marriages between powerful families were devoid of emotion.
Clearly, the man before him was not.
Duan Huaiyu touched his injured arm.
Miss is so lovely, who wouldn’t like her?
Jiang Yunchuan had gone to the company.
Jiang Zhouye didn’t join them either, taking the nanny van by himself.
Jiang Nanshu was led by Lu Qingyan to a low-profile black Land Rover, He opened the passenger door and lifted his chin, "Get in."
Jiang Nanshu slowly got into the car.
Yang Jiashu acted much more familiarly, taking a seat in the back.
"It’s cooler in the car, it’s so hot outside."
Yang Jiashu leaned back in the seat, sighing.
Jiang Nanshu looked around the luxurious vehicle.
[Wuhu, I’ve taken Su Ran’s future designated seat. Once the two of us have mutual feelings for each other, he won’t blame me, right?]
To come this far, and still think he and Su Ran could have mutual feelings.
[Huh, what’s this piece of paper? Let’s open it and see... Port City’s richest man Zhou...]
Lu Qingyan’s gaze quickly shifted to Jiang Nanshu’s hand, where she had somehow found the information he had been investigating on Zhou Yanxu.
His heart almost stopped.
He pretended to be calm as he drew the piece of paper from Jiang Nanshu’s hand with his slender fingertips.
"This is company project confidentiality, you can’t look at it."
[Zhou what’s-his-name? You could at least let me finish reading. Am I going to steal this from you to sell for money? Hey! That’s right, I could steal patents from your company and Jiang Yunchuan’s company and sell them for money. That would make you hate me to death, with both Disgust Value and money in hand, killing two birds with one stone.]
Because of this inspiration, Jiang Nanshu quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
Lu Qingyan let out a sigh of relief.
He wasn’t sure if the revelation that there was another person named Zhou Yanxu here would cause her to leave him and go to Port City.
Subconsciously, he wanted to sever any connection she had with Zhou Yanxu, even though he was already dead.
[Something’s odd, what does company confidentiality have to do with Port City’s richest man? He isn’t planning to assassinate that person, is he?]
Jiang Nanshu’s mind wandered with wild speculation on the drive, which brought them to a high-class restaurant with an ancient aesthetic.
Yang Jiashu was puzzled, "Didn’t we just have lunch? Why are we going to Zhuyun Pavilion?"
Lu Qingyan got out of the car and opened the passenger door, his voice soft, "She hasn’t eaten yet."
Yang Jiashu was surprised for a moment, then understood, "Alright, I could eat a bit more too."
Jiang Nanshu looked puzzled.
[How does he know I haven’t had anything to eat?]
Lu Qingyan led her out of the car, "I heard your stomach growling while we were at the police station."
"I don’t know what you like, so I brought you to a restaurant with a comprehensive Chinese menu," continued Lu Qingyan.
Jiang Nanshu looked demure, "I’ll go with whatever you choose, I’ll love anything you order."
[Sweet and sour crispy meat! I want a serving fully coated in sauce, braised pork knuckles, salt and pepper shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, tender and juicy roasted duck...]
Lu Qingyan’s eyes held a smile, "Alright, let’s go."
[Tsk, typical man, definitely likes sweet and gentle. I barely changed a bit and he’s already paying more attention to me. How much longer until I have you wrapped around my finger?]