Qin Yusheng’s face immediately darkened after a single glance.
Zhao Shuyao was arm-in-arm with a young, fresh-faced man, laughing happily in his embrace, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Qin Yusheng had never seen Zhao Shuyao smile like that in his presence.
Their demeanor was incredibly intimate; anyone unaware might have mistaken them for a couple.
“Mr. Qin, what’s wrong? Your complexion is so poor,” a female companion accompanying him exclaimed, startled by Qin Yusheng’s expression.
“Nothing, I forgot something. You all go ahead,”
Qin Yusheng turned back.
Zhao Shuyao spotted Qin Yusheng. The man’s aura, height, and appearance were too striking to ignore, yet she acted as if she hadn’t seen him, walking past him.
“Wait a moment, I’m going out for a smoke.”
Zhao Shuyao walked into the garden and took out a pack of women’s cigarettes and a lighter from her bag.
She placed one in her mouth, but hadn’t yet lit it.
The sound of small leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed from behind her.
Thinking it was a guest, Zhao Shuyao walked a little further into the garden before lighting the cigarette in her mouth.
She slowly exhaled a smoke ring, narrowing her beautiful eyes.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, Zhao Shuyao faintly saw the man before her.
His chiseled face seemed carved, exquisite and cold. His lips, a deep crimson, were pressed together. His deep-set eyes and straight nose, his unfathomable gaze, were framed by a pair of amber eyes that were captivating. A single glance was enough to be drawn into the amber hue of the man’s alluring eyes. wap.kanshuwu.net
Zhao Shuyao’s hand trembled, and the cigarette almost fell.
Damn it, why him.
She turned to leave, but the man’s hand suddenly pressed on her shoulder.
As she was pushed against the rockery behind them, Zhao Shuyao’s heart sank. It was over.
“Heh… heh heh… what a coincidence, Mr. Qin.”
Zhao Shuyao forced a smile and greeted him.
Qin Yusheng leaned closer and sniffed her. Even after showering and washing her hair, a faint scent of alcohol from last night still lingered on her.
Zhao Shuyao tensed up, too scared to even breathe.
Qin Yusheng brushed a strand of her hair, brought it to his nose, and sniffed gently. “Smells good. Who was that just now? He knows how to have fun, Zhao Shuyao.”
When the man said her name, Zhao Shuyao’s legs went weak with fear. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed.
“I…”
Zhao Shuyao felt as if something was stuck in her throat. “He’s my junior. He just came to Haicheng, and I was taking him to try some authentic Chinese food…”
“Your junior? Arm in arm?”
The emotion in the man’s words made Zhao Shuyao feel a bit dazed.
Was this man jealous?
Qin Yusheng glanced at her, as if reading her thoughts, and sneered.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I simply don’t want your promiscuous private life to affect the Qin family!
You’d better restrain yourself and know when to stop. If you want to play around, get a divorce properly, and I won’t interfere!”
“Oh…”
Zhao Shuyao lowered her gaze and responded faintly.
For a brief second just now, she had even thought this man loved her.
It turned out she was being wishful again.
The person Qin Yusheng loved, from beginning to end, was Huo Yanxue.
What was she expecting, damn it.
Returning to the restaurant, Zhao Shuyao instantly lost her appetite. After a perfunctory meal, she left Cui Jing Xuan.
Worried about Jiang Shiyu, Zhao Shuyao drove to the hospital.
Jiang Shiyu had been in the hospital for two days and had recovered considerably. Apart from a mild concussion, there were no other serious injuries for the time being.
As Zhao Shuyao pushed open the ward door, Jiang Shiyu, draped in a knitted cardigan, was sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breeze.
“Do you remember who pushed you down that day?”
Zhao Shuyao crouched beside Jiang Shiyu, looking at her pale, frail little face, her heart aching with nowhere to put it.
Jiang Shiyu’s long lashes fluttered, and then she said in a detached, calm tone.
“I fell myself.”
Zhao Shuyao thought Jiang Shiyu had been dazed by the fall. “Song Yu pushed you down, don’t you remember?”
Jiang Shiyu chuckled. “Of course, I know. To outsiders, it looks like Song Yu pushed me. In reality, I pushed myself and framed Song Yu. It was only half my life, but I want Song Yu to bear this blame forever!
Murong Xue had almost killed her, yet she could walk away unscathed.
She would never let any murderer go easily!
Zhao Shuyao’s pupils dilated. “You… what do you want to do?!”
It seemed Shiyu didn’t know about her miscarriage yet…
“I want Song Yu to pay the price!”
“Shiyu…” Zhao Shuyao found it difficult to process such a reversal, opening her mouth, unsure of what to say.
The sound of the door opening came from behind.
Murong Cheng had returned.
Zhao Shuyao stood up. “Let me help you back to bed to rest.”
Murong Cheng had brought lunch for Jiang Shiyu, consisting of dishes and炖汤 from Cui Jing Xuan.
Zhao Shuyao glanced at Murong Cheng, then excused herself to smoke and left the ward.
Within minutes, Murong Cheng walked out.
Zhao Shuyao didn’t beat around the bush, getting straight to the point. “You didn’t tell her about the miscarriage, did you?”
Murong Cheng glanced at the young girl inside the ward. “She didn’t know from beginning to end. Since it’s gone, there’s no need to tell her.”
Jiang Shiyu loved Cheche so much; if she had become a mother, she would have been very happy.
Since she never knew, there was no need to inform her of this situation.
It was to avoid causing her sadness.
Zhao Shuyao was speechless, finally managing to blurt out, “Take good care of her!”
“You don’t need to tell me. I naturally will.”
Murong Cheng said coldly, then turned and entered the room.
Zhao Shuyao, looking through the glass, saw Murong Cheng talking to Jiang Shiyu. His tone, manner, and expression had changed by 180 degrees, as if he were a different person.
Was this the so-called cold and distant in front of others, but clingy behind closed doors?
Zhao Shuyao raised her hand and touched the cold glass.
A hint of envy welled up in her eyes. Then, as if remembering something, she let out a sarcastic laugh and dismissed the disappointment in her eyes.
What was she expecting?
A vegetative person received more affection than she, a living person!
Leaving the hospital, the outside was bathed in bright sunshine, but Zhao Shuyao’s heart felt shrouded in a haze.
Her grandmother’s condition was not optimistic. She was scheduled for surgery early tomorrow morning, but the surgery was not guaranteed to be successful, especially given her grandmother’s advanced age.
Li Huiyun had been taking care of her grandmother these past few days.
Whether it was a pang of conscience or something else, every time Zhao Shuyao visited the ward, she saw Li Huiyun by her side.
During their private moments in the ward, Zhao Shuyao had never given Li Huiyun a pleasant look.
Because her grandmother was having surgery tomorrow, Zhao Shuyao went to the hospital in the afternoon.
Upon arrival, Wu Guifen had just woken up.
Seeing Zhao Shuyao arrive, Wu Guifen beckoned her over.
Li Huiyun, with her usual perceptiveness, excused herself to buy dinner and left.
Zhao Shuyao sat by her grandmother’s bedside. “How are you feeling?”