Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Whether it was the meal they had shared or the shopping trip, everything had gone unbelievably smoothly for Qiao Lian.
But now that they were about to part ways…
She had already let her guard down when he made the sudden move to grab her hand.
She widened her eyes in horror and spun around. The next thing she knew, Lu Nanze had her pressed up against the car.
The underground car park wasn’t very well lit.
As his back was to the light, she couldn’t really see the expression on his face. But his voice now sounded in her ear, “Qiao Lian, do you hate me this much?”
The evident melancholy in those words made her heart shrink back uncontrollably.
Qiao Lian was stunned. The Lu Nanze that she knew was an arrogant and recalcitrant man.
Even as a child, he had a rotten personality and was so arrogant that people just found him annoying.
She looked at him and said, “You’ll never have friends if you continue being like this.”
He chortled, “So what if I don’t? What are friends? I have money and that’s enough!”
He had never felt pitiful, and would never indulge in self-pity or self-blame just because no one played with him.
As a grown man, he had become cold-blooded and formidable.
This was the first time she saw him showing any sign of weakness.
Qiao Lian frowned.
At the same time, Shen Liangchuan’s deep voice boomed, “Let go of her!”
His tone was icy and saturated with anger.
As these words came out, a gust of air rushed past her ears.
Her pupils shrank at once the moment Lu Nanze released his grip and staggered backwards.
Then she felt an arm encircling her waist and, as it tightened around her, she was pulled into Shen Liangchuan’s embrace.
He stood in front of Qiao Lian, his cold and emotionless eyes stared back at Lu Nanze. “Please keep a distance from my wife.”
Lu Nanze gave a sinister smile. Without so much as a look at Shen Liangchuan, he eventually said, “Qiao Lian, I’ll wait for you to come back to me.”
His tone was like that of a parent talking to a child who had gone astray—a parent who would be waiting at home till the child eventually came home when he got tired of being outside.
Qiao Lian narrowed her eyes as she held onto Shen Liangchuan’s arm. She told the other man, “Lu Nanze, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.”
The finality of those words was cruel, and Lu Nanze winced.
After a moment, he smiled coldly and asked, “Qiao Lian, what is so great about this person?”
“I’ve investigated him. He is the one you got to know through playing video games years ago.”
“But eight years ago, he did not turn up. Did you ask him why?”
“How can you go with a man who played with your feelings so easily?!”
Qiao Lian bit her lip at his words. For the first time, she had no comeback.
What happened eight years ago was a thorn in the flesh for both herself and Shen Liangchuan.
He refused to talk about it, and she wouldn’t ask.
But the fact was that both of them knew that the matter hung over them, like storm clouds. Still.
Lu Nanze smirked at the expression on her face.
Shen Liangchuan spoke, “We shouldn’t trouble you, Mr. Lu, with being too concerned about what’s between us, husband and wife.”
He was trying to tell Lu Nanze that whatever happened between him and Qiao Lian was none of his business.
Lu Nanze’s expression clouded over at his remark.
He smiled and said sarcastically, “Fine, fine, I’ll wait for the day of your downfall! I hope you treasure the good times while they last.”
After saying this, he turned and got into his nanny van, becoming that cold, selfish man once more.