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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nAfter staring at Su Yue for a few seconds, Jiao Chen bent over and caressed the swollen area on her face, not saying a word.

nHis gaze was warm.

nSu Yue blinked and smiled. “Where were you planning on taking me for dinner yesterday?”

n“I’ll take you there when you’re better,” Jiao Chen replied in a calm voice.

nHe retracted his hand, his fingers grazed her face. His fingers were cold to the touch, unlike the emotions in his eyes.

nSu Yue froze and Jiao Chen retracted his arm.

nYan Rusheng didn’t say a word. He knew how much the little lass had suffered just by her thin and beaten-up face.

nAfter standing for a while, he said to Xuxu, “I’ll be back.”

nXuxu knew that he was going to find Ming Ansheng, so she nodded and agreed.

nYan Rusheng looked back at Su Yue with a deep gaze and turned away, walking out of the door.

nMing Ansheng was standing by the window at the end of the quiet walkway. A lighted cigarette was between his fingers.

nYan Rusheng gently closed the door and coldly stared at Ming Ansheng before walking over.

nThe cleaning staff had just cleaned the floor, so the window was open. The cold breeze blew in and the smell of smoke filled his nostrils before he even reached Ming Ansheng.

n“Ming Ansheng, what are you thinking about?”

nHis tone sounded sarcastic.

nMing Ansheng looked over at him and remained silent. He gazed back outside the window, watching the blue sky. It was winter in the capital city, so blue skies were rare.

nThe warm sunlight shone, but… his heart was still cold.

nYan Rusheng walked over and stood next to him. He turned his head slightly to look at him and he smirked. “Is it true that you flew back from Country M on a private plane?”

nOf course, Ming Ansheng knew what he was insinuating. He frowned and looked at Yan Rusheng. “Say it. Don’t mince your words.”

nHe was feeling troubled as well. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and threw the half-used cigarette into the ash pile on top of the dustbin.

nYan Rusheng wiped off his cold smile and his gaze turned cold. “About the Tang family…”

nMing Ansheng interrupted, “I’ll settle it. Leave it to me.”

nHis voice was even colder.

n“She’s my sister. She’s not related to you,” Yan Rusheng replied coldly.

nMing Zhongsheng and Xuxu could tell that he was the one who had kissed Su Yue. So of course, Yan Rusheng could tell as well. This was his warning to him.

nMing Ansheng became anxious. “Third Yan!”

nHe knew that Su Yue didn’t like him and they couldn’t be together. But he was still flustered when he saw Yan Rusheng’s disapproving attitude.

nHe had never wished that they would support his absurd feelings for her.

nBut why…?

nYan Rusheng looked at him. In all seriousness, with no coldness or sarcasm, he said, “Ming Ansheng. Xuxu, Su Yan, and I wish for that little lass to live a happier life in the future.”

nMing Ansheng nodded. “I’ve got it.”

nHe never even wished he could get together with her.

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