Sheng Jianan made no attempt to hide his claim over her, and Lu Qilin’s expression began to crack. He wasn’t someone who liked to relentlessly pursue. If Tang Yanqi liked Sheng Jianan and Sheng Jianan liked Tang Yanqi too, then even if he had to endure the pain of a thousand arrows piercing his heart, he would surely give them his blessing.
But the problem now is, that’s not the case. Tang Yanqi loves someone else in her heart, and Sheng Jianan probably doesn’t like her either, right?
Otherwise, why would Young Madam Sheng live such a tired life?
If Sheng Jianan cared for her even a little, how could she still be so heartbreaking?
Yet every word Sheng Jianan spoke told him that no matter how things were between him and Tang Yanqi, it was a matter between husband and wife, and had nothing to do with an outsider like him.
Lu Qilin lowered his head in silence for two seconds. He wouldn’t clash head-on with Sheng Jianan. Loving someone can be crazy, but it can’t lead to losing one’s reason. If he clashed head-on with Sheng Jianan, the one who would end up getting hurt would still probably be that person.
"Mr. Sheng, I am very sorry. I will be more careful in the future. Yanqi and I are just friends, I hope Mr. Sheng doesn’t misunderstand."
"That’s for the best."
Lu Qilin walked to the driver’s side, opened the car door, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Mr. Sheng, I don’t want to meddle in matters between you and your wife, but Yanqi and I have known each other for four years. She is not as strong as she seems on the surface. If your marriage with her is just built on a relationship of interest, I hope you will not give her more hurt. She... suffers too much."
After Lu Qilin finished speaking, he didn’t wait for Sheng Jianan’s response and got into the car, started it, and left.
In the night, Sheng Jianan’s tall figure stood in place, his face still unpleasant. Lu Qilin’s words and tone irked him, but inexplicably, he also had a strange feeling.
He said she suffers too much, it should be true, right?
Although Sheng Jianan would never have believed it before, now he did. The woman’s endurance, the woman’s calmness, how much tempering must it take to develop?
Look at the girls of her age, which one isn’t glamorous? Only that woman... always has a kind of grayish feeling.
Sheng Jianan irritably grabbed his hair and took out his phone: "Come out, let’s drink."
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Chengze had just come out of the airport, received Sheng Jianan’s call, and immediately swore: "Damn, Brother Nan, did you plant a tracker on me?" Original content can be found at novelFirｅ.net
To restrain himself from unwanted thoughts, Zhou Chengze went on a business trip elsewhere. He originally planned to stay for a while, but something came up at the Zhou Family that required his attention, so he rushed back in a hurry, just getting off the plane when he received Sheng Jianan’s call.
Zhou Chengze tossed the phone away and said to the driver: "Not going home."
"But young master, you just got off the plane, this..."
Zhou Chengze leaned back against the car seat and sighed long: "Damn it, this young master is with a young master’s body but a servant’s life."
The driver’s mouth twitched in the front seat. Wasn’t Young Master Zhou’s comment truly just a scorn to all beings?
The car went down the airport highway, Zhou Chengze rushed to the place agreed with Sheng Jianan, kicked open the private room door and went in: "Grandpa Sheng, just so you know, you’re picking up the tab first."
Sheng Jianan sat on the sofa, an already empty bottle of whiskey in front of him, glanced up at him: "Are you a snail? Crawled over? So slow!"