Ran Jing couldn’t help but feel worried for Qiao Xi, "Anyway, Xixi is your wife, you know that yourself."
Shen Dang cast his eyes down, chuckling softly, "How could I not know?"
At that mont, Old Master Shen ca downstairs with Miss Chu supporting the Old Madam behind.
At first glance, anyone unaware would think Miss Chu was their granddaughter-in-law.
Upon seeing Shen Dang, the Old Madam let go of Miss Chu’s hand and excitedly ran downstairs, "Ah Dang, Ah Dang!"
Miss Chu was pushed aside and nearly tumbled down the stairs, but fortunately, she managed to grab the banister in ti.
A trace of gloom flitted across her eyes, but by the ti she lifted her gaze, that emotion had already vanished; all Miss Chu saw was Shen Dang running up to catch the Old Madam.
His deep voice chided softly—though it was a reprimand, the tone was tender, "Grandma, didn’t I say you shouldn’t run around at ho, especially on the stairs? It’s dangerous."
When his voice was cold, it could keep people at bay from a thousand miles away, and when tender, it could drown and intoxicate.
So people’s voices are captivating, lingering and entwining, ensnaring one’s heart like vines.
Miss Chu’s gaze landed on Shen Dang, unable to shift her eyes away for a mont.
Of course, the Old Madam couldn’t understand what Shen Dang ant, but she was overjoyed to see him, continually touching his face.
Shen Dang pulled the Old Madam to sit down at the dining table.
Old Master Shen watched and said, "Your grandma has been ntioning you constantly when she’s lucid, calling for you to co ho to stay, but you wouldn’t co."
Shen Dang said nothing, only lifting his gaze to Miss Chu, his voice neither cold nor hot, "Miss Chu, how co you’re here?"
Miss Chu looked gentle and composed, her voice as tender as her appearance, "Ah Dang, our families have been friends for generations. I’ve co to visit Grandpa and Grandma, and besides, I really like Grandma."
Now, even if the old lady wasn’t lucid, she didn’t reject her company, and she rembered how the Old Madam treated Qiao Xi.
No matter whether the Old Madam could help her or not, it was beneficial to first win her acceptance.
Who could tell if today’s light breeze might turn into a gale soday?
Qiao Xi was out filming and not returning; this was her chance.
"Indeed," Old Master Shen also said, "with Ah Wan’s company, your grandma has been a lot happier."
Shen Dang’s brow slightly furrowed, almost imperceptibly, "Then, when Xixi is done with filming, I’ll bring her over to see Grandma."
"Great!" Old Master Shen’s attention was diverted, "When does Xixi finish filming? Later on, you bring her to stay at the Shen Family Mansion for a while, we could take her fishing."
"All right."
They really were quite good to Qiao Xi.
Miss Chu’s heart soured, but her facial expression remained unchanged.
Ran Jing glanced at her, "She really can keep her composure."
Ran Jing smiled, "Xixi is busy working. Ah Dang, you should understand her. When you are not busy, you should go to Jiang City to see her more. I don’t even know if she’s lost weight being all alone out there, poor child."
"Then go see your wife. It’s alright, Madam, don’t worry. Let’s eat, we shouldn’t keep the guest waiting."
The guest Shen Hongxuan referred to was naturally Miss Chu.
Midway through the al, Shen Dang’s phone rang.
Miss Chu caught a glimpse of the na on the screen, Qiao Zhenbin.
Wasn’t that Qiao Xi’s father?
"I’m going to take a call."
Shen Dang stepped aside to answer the phone, leaning against the wall with his legs slightly bent, "What’s up?"
Qiao Zhenbin’s tone was cautious, "Ah Dang, are you busy?"
Shen Dang clicked his tongue, "Speak straight."
"Ah Dang, when are you free to co ho for a al? We could enjoy so wine."
If he weren’t in need, as an elder, he wouldn’t be so humble towards a younger one!
"I’m hanging up," Shen Dang said, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
"Wait!"
"Speak."
"Ah Dang, you and Xixi have been married for two years now, right?"
"I’m thinking of getting divorced."
Shen Dang spoke half-truths and half-jokes, leaving Qiao Zhenbin thoroughly uncertain with his ambiguous attitude.
He laughed it off, "Ah Dang, don’t make such jokes; I know you two are very close."
Divorce?
He might as well try to scare him to death!
Shen Dang humd lazily from the base of his throat, "Hmm-hmm."
"Then when can you both co back for a visit? I indeed have so things I want to discuss with you."
Shen Dang’s gaze gradually grew colder, he scoffed with the sa lazy deanor, "We’ll see."
"Ah..."
Shen Dang hung up the phone and returned to the living room, his voice bland, "I’m finished eating. I have to go first, there are still matters to attend to at the company."
"Ah Dang, you’ve barely eaten anything," Miss Chu said.
"Miss Chu, no need to worry," Shen Dang replied, indifferent.
"If you have things to attend to, then go. Take care of your health," Ran Jing said.
"Grandma, I’m leaving, I’ll co to see you next ti," Shen Dang said, leaning down to pat the Old Madam’s head.
The Old Madam smiled happily at Shen Dang.
Shen Dang turned and left, and Miss Chu stared after his retreating figure, her heart having followed Shen Dang away.
Ran Jing observed her gaze and sneered internally, "Miss Chu, is our food not to your liking?"
Miss Chu hurriedly withdrew her gaze, showing a lukewarm and faint smile, "How could it be? The food is delicious; every ti I co here, I get a al. I’ll be happy as long as the aunt doesn’t mind my eating too much."
"How could we?" Ran Jing responded with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Both maintained superficial civilities, neither outdoing the other.
After Shen Dang returned to the company and handled the unfinished matters, the city seed to have quieted down.
Lights from ten thousand hos twinkled outside, adding to the unique, dazzling splendor of the city.
This bustling tropolis often fostered desires that one shouldn’t have.
Shen Dang stood in a high-rise building, looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the interweaving roads below, then lowered his eyes and dialed a number.
After a while, a slightly impatient and lazy female voice answered.
"What do you want?"
Shen Dang suddenly felt like laughing, "Calling you."
His tall and straight figure was reflected in the glass window, a light smile on his face, stunningly handso.
Qiao Xi squinted at the ti displayed on her phone and cursed, "You’re calling at midnight, are you nuts? Or purposely bothering people’s dreams? Shen Dang, I knew you were too vicious!"
Normal people would be asleep at this hour, and he had to pick this ti on purpose!
Qiao Xi was fuming!
Shen Dang laughed, "Ha," his shoulders shaking gently with laughter, "I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m still at the company. Just finished up, missed you, so I called, forgot the ti."
Qiao Xi didn’t believe he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
Qiao Xi sat up in bed, her brows deeply furrowed, "Shen Dang, have you gone mad?"
Otherwise, who would say such words?
It made her ears heat up.
Qiao Xi thought he was either sick or toxic.
"What do you an?"
Qiao Xi grumbled, "Just get to the point."
"There’s no ’point’," Shen Dang said languidly, "Just rembered you, so I called."
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