"Director Su, what kind of noodles would you like?" Gong Liping asked.
"Vegetable noodles," Su Hai replied, but his gaze was fixed on Shen Zian, carrying an imposing presence. Even Li Erhua, who had been devouring noodles ravenously, began to tremble, having just thought of asking the handso youngster if he had a partner. Now she was too scared to entertain that thought!
"What are you doing?" Li Erhua asked, her voice lacking confidence.
"Hello," Su Hai nodded gracefully, which left Li Erhua even more at a loss for words, feeling even more intimidated inside.
"Excuse !" Su Hai stood up and returned to his own table. Though his face showed nothing, his heart was a stormy sea. His fingers, long and powerful on the table, were unlike most n’s hands, which bore the calluses from years of work, instead, his skin was fair and carried a hint of jade-like quality.
The descendants of many military families could trace their roots back to those who worked the fields once upon a ti, but Su Hai’s maternal family had been a famous aristocratic family since the Republic of China. That kind of noble, elegant aura was vividly displayed through Su Hai.
Su Hai appeared calm, yet his fingers were slightly trembling. His usually composed mind nearly ca to a standstill earlier.
This was because he saw the shadow of Shen Zian in that girl, especially those eyes—they were too similar!
Su Hai pinched the bridge of his nose, calming his sowhat erratic heartbeat.
Gong Liping and Ji Yuanjie ordered their noodles and couldn’t help but ask, "Director Su, what’s the matter with you?"
"t on the train, just exchanged a greeting." He hadn’t expected himself to take the initiative to make small talk, and he wasn’t very skilled at it, seemingly irritating the young girl.
Gong Liping nodded quietly. In fact, he wasn’t familiar with Su Hai; when the group leader was alive, there was so interaction, but since the leader’s death, there had been no opportunity to et.
Ji Yuanjie received his bone broth noodles first. After taking the bowl, he glanced at the young girl with her back to them, understanding in his heart why Su Hai went to chat her up.
Actually, just for a split second, he also felt that the girl resembled Zi’an a bit. But so what if there was resemblance? No matter how much she resembled, she couldn’t be Shen Zian nor beco him. Over the years, there were those with ulterior motives who thought they bore so resemblance to Shen Zian and got presumptuous because of it.
The outco for them was often embarrassing.
Oh... the one who took action was Su Hai. Everyone secretly joked that Foxy Su held grudges too deeply. If he went against Zi’an that was fine, but he even couldn’t stand those who looked similar to him.
Ji Yuanjie sneered coldly, a bunch of fools.
The noodles were served quickly as there weren’t many custors in the noodle shop at this hour. The three of them chatted casually, while Shen Zian faced away, absent-mindedly eating noodles and eavesdropping, hoping to glean so information from their conversation.
She wasn’t worried about Gong Liping and Ji Yuanjie; one hadn’t enlisted in the army and ca from a wealthy family, he could do as he pleased. The other was a rural soldier with no background, and after her death, at most, he would be implicated, but for her sake, they wouldn’t really trouble Gong Liping.
She was dead; to trouble her bodyguard would be unreasonable.
Shen Zian was most concerned about his nephew Shen Yu, and his disciple Huo Dongfeng.
Shen Yu was the pillar of the next generation of the Shen Family. The boy was excellent in every way, only eight years younger than her, and had grown up playing with her, sharing a very good aunt-nephew bond. His abilities and mind were more than enough to take up her mantle.
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