Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Then a warm and dizzying kiss landed on her lips.
Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment, but this was followed by a rush of happiness.
Of course, she was aware that Shen Liangchuan had not been himself lately.
While she did not know what she could do for him, she had tried her best, however little it may help.
It seemed like he had made some headway in his affairs and was proactively seeking intimacy from her.
She returned his kiss.
An innocent, playful kiss that slowly deepened till the two intertwined bodies rose in heat and passion, softly moaning with expressions of desires for each other.
The release was freeing and satisfying. At the end of it Shen Liangchuan lay spent, next to Qiao Lian.
Perhaps it was the sleeping pills, or it could have been the comforting harmony he felt at this point, but Shen Liangchuan’s eyelids grew heavy and soon fell shut.
He was like a satiated beast, completely relaxed and finally asleep.
Qiao Lian, on the other hand, lay next to him with her eyes wide open, staring into his good-looking face, lost in thoughts.
How had Soul Fighter died?
Why wouldn’t Shen Liangchuan tell her anything?
She turned slightly and stared steadily at the ceiling above her.
It was noon now, and she had never had the habit of taking afternoon naps.
Then she suddenly heard a low murmur coming from the sleeping man next to her, “Soul Fighter, I’m sorry.”
Sorry…
How much guilt was this man harboring that even in his dreams he sought forgiveness?
Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
It was painful, so painful.
–
Shen Liangchuan’s sleep was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone.
He was woken by the ringing and vibration next to his ear. For a moment he stared at the ceiling blankly, feeling lost in time and space.
It had been too long since he slept soundly, so it took him a while to recall where he was.
In his dazed state, the ringing stopped.
He turned around with the intention of going back to sleep.
At this point, the bedroom door opened and Qiao Lian walked in with her cell phone. “Shen Liangchuan, it’s Song Cheng. He says it’s important.”
Shen Liangchuan sat up and took the cell phone from her hand. Putting it by his ear, he grunted, “Hello.”
“Brother Shen, we’ve found Song Yuanxi!”
With that, all sleepiness disappeared.
Unable to face him and Xiao Qiao, Song Yuanxi had run away.
For some time, and throughout the New Year, they had not been able to locate her.
She seemed to have evaporated from Beijing and they couldn’t find her anywhere.
And all this time, Shen Liangchuan had been nervous about it.
If anything happened to her, then really, he wouldn’t know how to explain it to the dead Soul Fighter.
Finally they had found her!
He threw his blanket aside and got off the bed. Picking up his trousers and trying to put them on, he asked, “Where is she?”
–
They arranged to meet up at a cafe.
By the time Shen Liangchuan rushed there, Song Yuanxi was already waiting with a cup of cappuccino in her hand, lips pursed.
She stood up when she saw Shen Liangchuan.
Song Yuanxi had always been a delicate and feminine girl, but now she was completely dolled up and wearing an exquisite woman’s suit.
The first thing Shen Liangchuan noticed was that the suit she was wearing would have come with a hefty price-tag.
When Song Yuanxi left them, she had still been at the rehab home.
She had no money or any assets on her.
So who had bought her the suit?
Or rather, where had she gotten the money for it?
Shen Liangchuan frowned and strode over.
They stood there looking at each other. After a brief moment, Shen Liangchuan finally said, “Come home with me.”