"A novel?" Li Shengxiao hadn’t expected the two of them to be talking about this. His narrow hawk-like eyes slightly squinted, and his full thin lips pressed together as he suddenly thought of sothing, "What’s the na of the novel?"
"’Silent lody’." She couldn’t help but say, "Don’t tell you’ve read it too."
Are rich second-generation heirs into novels now? And the kind of romance novels that girls like? This taste is really... unique.
Thankfully, Li Shengxiao’s thin lips barely moved, "I haven’t read it."
"Phew. That’s a relief." Rong Yan patted her chest, her almond eyes round and bright, "I thought I was the abnormal one."
It’s odd enough that Fu Yi has read this novel; if even he had read it... she was beginning to doubt whether she could keep up with the tis.
Li Shengxiao watched her slightly pout her red lips and let out a sigh of relief—she looked so adorably obedient!
His eyes held a swirling vortex, and he slowly added, "But I’ve heard about this book."
"Oh."
"This book was written by Fu Yi’s wife."
"Pfft."
Rong Yan almost choked on her own saliva.
"Take it easy." Li Shengxiao pulled the car over to the side, opened the lid of a water bottle, and handed it to her, knitting his brows as he patted her back to help her catch her breath while she drank the water.
Rong Yan drank the water to soothe her throat, finally managing not to cough fiercely enough to choke her lungs. However, because of the cough, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes looked as if she’d seen a ghost, wide and round, with her dense eyelashes distinctively curled like those of a doll. "Who did you say wrote that book?"
This revelation was just too shocking.
If Li Shengxiao had known she would get so worked up, he wouldn’t have told her. Seeing her curious, he took the water bottle from her and calmly said as he screwed the lid back on and put it in her designated spot, "Fu Yi’s wife wrote it. Or so I heard; I’m not sure if it’s true. I heard from Cui Jiangjing that she wrote the book during their romance, about the two of them. They eventually parted ways on bad terms, and over the years, she hasn’t written another book. Fu Yi has been waiting for the book to be continued, but it seems that will never happen."
Rong Yan slowly cald down from her initial shock, linking Fu Yi’s unusual behavior with everything, suddenly enlightened.
"No wonder..." It turns out there’s such a story between them, no wonder Fu Yi made such an exception to collaborate with her—she accidentally bought his wife’s ’love diary.’ Afraid she would ruin the story belonging to the two of them, he couldn’t sit still and ca to her, proposing to invest in Bright Starry Sky! The investnt in Bright Starry Sky was a ruse; cherishing his wife’s belongings was the real motive.
"Since Mr. Fu cares so much about his wife, how did they end up separated?"
Unlike the silly duo of him and Cui Jiangjing, in her impression, Fu Yi was always as steady as a rock, calm and composed in both words and actions, a man with exceptionally high emotional intelligence. How could soone like that have let his relationship deteriorate beyond repair?
The feeling was as shocking as being told a famously brilliant student had failed an exam.
"I’m not interested in my friends’ personal affairs; I’ve just heard from Cui Jiangjing a few tis. It seems that so misunderstanding caused a rift between them, and one day his wife suddenly left. After that, she never contacted him again and changed all her contact details. I’ve never t his wife, and I don’t know the specifics of what happened between them."
If she hadn’t been curious, he probably wouldn’t have even rembered this much.
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