Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Obviously, Shen Liangchuan was unable to accept her, the paparazzi.

Without another word, she turned away to leave.

But once again, he reached out to grip her arm. She turned around as his lips moved, silently at first. Eventually he said aloud, “I’ll take you home.”

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During the drive home, Qiao Lian was silent, choked by her own emotions.

As the car stopped by the main door, she got off and entered the house.

Shen Liangchuan pursed his lips tightly, staring at her. Then he looked away.

He did not wish to lie to her.

He was able to accept the present Qiao Lian, but not the Qiao Lian from eight years ago.

What had happened eight years ago had scarred him forever.

Perhaps one day after reaching old age, he might be able to let the past go. But as for now, he could not find the magnanimity to do so.

She simmered in anger and he kept silent as he followed behind her.

When they entered the house, the housekeeper greeted them. “Sir, Madam, dinner is ready. Would you like to start dining now?”

Shen Liangchuan immediately looked at Qiao Lian. But she had lowered her head, like a little girl staring at the tips of her toes. She replied without looking up. “I’ve eaten, I’m not hungry.”

With this, she headed up to the bedroom.

Shen Lianchuan’s pupils shrank as he watch her back view disappear up the stairs.

After she entered the master bedroom, she lay on the bed, not knowing what to do next.

Staring at the ceiling, she felt her unhappiness resting heavily on her chest, choking her. She had to get it off.

Shen Liangchuan despised her past.

But really, as a reporter now, what made her terribly different from the paparazzi she had been back then?

She laughed sarcastically. Then she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

She quickly turned away and lay flat. Pulling the blanket over herself, she shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Then the door was pushed open and Shen Liangchuan walked in.

She could hear his footsteps approaching her slowly and stopping next to the bed. She heard the sound of something being placed on the coffee table and his deep and resonant voice say, “Drink some milk if you don’t wish to eat.”

Qiao Lian took a deep breath, maintaining her silence.

Shen Liangchuan frowned as he noted that she was obviously not asleep, but was just ignoring him.

He wanted her to sit up, but he had no idea what to say to her.

After a silent pause, he began, “Qiao Lian, my feelings towards you—”

Qiao Lian suddenly pulled aside her blanket, sat up before he could finish what he was saying and interrupted him, “I don’t want you to force yourself.”

After saying this, she got off the bed and strode to the door, leaving Shen Liangchuan alone in the master bedroom.

Yes, she knew what he was going to say. He was going to say that he didn’t mind her past after all?

But when she had asked earlier, he had not answered so it was obvious that he minded.

She saw no point in forcing him to accept her. What she wanted was a whole-hearted willingness on his part.

After leaving the master bedroom, she went straight into the guest room next door. She pushed open the door, walked in and slammed the door behind her.

Her display of anger stunned Shen Liangchuan.

It seemed that… this was the first time Qiao Lian had gotten so angry at him.

He pursed his lips tightly and walked out of the master bedroom. As he was about to enter the guest room, he suddenly realized that the housekeepers downstairs were now all looking up with startled expressions on their faces. Obviously, they had heard the couple arguing.

He suddenly felt awkward and gave a cough, glancing at the guest room door.