Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Of course, punishing Su Meimei wasn’t just a casual matter.
It required some preparation.
In the afternoon, Qiao Lian received a call from Shen Liangchuan. “I’m downstairs.”
Qiao Lian paused for a moment, “What?”
The cast and crew he was working with were getting ready for filming soon, hence he had been quite busy lately.
On the way to work in the morning, he had mentioned the possibility of working until late. So why was he there at this hour?
Puzzled, she went downstairs and spotted his car parked by the road.
She briskly walked over and stealthily got into the car. He asked, “Where’s the picture?”
Qiao Lian was taken aback. “What?”
“Mo Xicheng called me. He said you cried.”
The corners of Qiao Lian’s eyes were still a little red. When Shen Liangchuan said those words, she understood what had happened.
Shi Nianyao must have told Mo Xicheng.
But it had just happened and took him an hour to get from the meeting location to her office. Had he rushed over as soon as he had heard about it?
Her heart was suddenly filled with a sweet warmness.
She bit her lip and paused for a second before reaching into her wallet to take out the photograph, which she had left there.
“I’ll get someone to fix this for you.”
Shen Liangchuan lowered his gaze to look at the image.
The 18-year-old girl was so different from the person she was now.
But the image of the 18-year-old Qiao Lian... and the memory he had of her gradually became one, as he looked at the picture.
Shen Liangchuan’s expression was slowly becoming unfathomable.
“These are my parents,” Qiao Lian had the urge to confide—there were too many things that she wanted to get off her chest. “They died in a fire when I was 18.”
Shen Liangchuan frowned. “Qiao Yi’s legs—”
“That’s right. When Qiao Yi and I returned from school and saw our home on fire, I wanted to dash in to save my parents. Qiao Yi stopped me and he ran in instead, but his legs were crushed when the house fell apart.”
As she told her story, the horrific scene came back to her.
A young 18-year-old girl whose heart had been broken by a failed online relationship and who had been cheated on.
She had barely walked out of Zi Chuan’s dark shadow over her life when the tragedy struck at home.
From being a pampered little mistress, she became a nobody who had trouble even scavenging for a meal.
At that point, she understood that love and emotions were nothing.
Her hands and feet froze as these scenes from years ago flashed before her eyes. It felt like she had gone back in time, watching her father and mother perish in a sea of fire, watching her little brother’s legs being crushed... watching and not knowing what she could have done, completely helpless.
Hence, she must not let her parents rest without giving them the justice they deserve.
As this thought went through her mind, two hands suddenly covered hers.
In the cold and barren landscape of her world, this unexpected contact brought her solace and warmth.
She turned her head and looked into Shen Liangchuan’s eyes. They were tender and mild as he tried to comfort her, “Don’t think about it anymore, it’s all in the past now.”
On hearing this, Qiao Lian’s eyes welled up with tears until they overflowed.
She remained silent for a while, until Shen Liangchuan’s cell phone started ringing.
He took a glance and decided not to take the call, putting the device aside.
The vibration stopped and shortly after that it started again.
Qiao Lian quickly said, “Please go take care of your work, I know you’re busy. I’ll be fine.”
Shen Liangchuan studied her face for a moment. “Is there anything else you need help with?”
Leaving all remaining formalities aside, she replied, “Actually yes, there’s something that you could help me with.”
“Right now. Maybe a lady would take time to plan her revenge, but I’m no lady and I want to teach her a lesson today!”