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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nWatching Shen Liangchuan’s leaving figure, Qiao Lian was so annoyed that she felt like vomiting blood.

nWould it hurt to say a few more words?

nIf she went to the villa tonight, she wondered what crazy things this man would do!

nSo… should she go?

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nShen Liangchuan walked out of the private room and met Song Cheng, who was walking over carrying the fruit platter in his hands.

nWhen he saw Shen Liangchuan, he was stunned. “Wow, why did the interview end so fast?”

nShen Liangchuan kept silent and continued walking with the script in his hands.

nSong Cheng took larger steps to catch up, and both of them entered another room beside them.

nShen Liangchuan started reading his script while Song Chen idled. After a while Song Cheng couldn’t resist his boredom and said, “Brother Shen, since you have nothing to do now, can we go home?”

nShen Liangchuan glanced at his watch saying, “There’s no rush.”

nHe had just told her that he was really busy. If he returned home now and she happened to be there, wouldn’t he be exposed?

nSong Cheng: …

nSong Cheng sighed as he carefully observed Shen Liangchuan. Although Shen Liangchuan was expressionless, Song Cheng could tell that he was relaxed.

nKnowing that he was currently in a good mood, Song Cheng couldn’t help but ask the question he had been keeping in for the whole day, “Brother Shen, what were you doing in the hotel with Liu Mei? Besides, you are such a careful person, you shouldn’t have been caught!”

nAfter hearing his words, Shen Liangchuan relaxed his brow and without even looking up, he said, “I was careless.”

nSong Cheng continued, “There are times where you are careless? Brother Shen, don’t lie! I know you did it on purpose, but what for?”

nWhy?

nShen Liangchuan subconsciously furrowed his brow.

nTo be honest, he didn’t know why himself. When both Liu Mei and him were exiting the hotel, the director stayed in, and he knew there were reporters outside, but it didn’t occur to him to take precautions.

nAs he picked up his phone and entered the website of G8ssip , the first thing that met his eyes was the report of Liu Mei and him. It was such a big one, she must have known about it, but from the publishing of the article until the time they had met, why had Qiao Lian not reacted?

nShen Liangchuan furrowed his brows, threw his phone onto the table and continued reading his script.

nThe do-not-disturb look he carried made Song Cheng shut his mouth.

nTwo hours later, Shen Liangchuan finally stood up. Song Cheng hurriedly asked, “Where are you going?”

n“Home.”

nJust as the car drove into the villa, Shen Liangchuan looked up at the second floor. The lights were not turned on.

nHe furrowed his brow and walked into the living room, where Caretaker Li immediately welcomed him.

nAs Shen Liangchuan removed his clothes, he silently looked for traces of Qiao Lian.

nHe didn’t proceed upstairs and instead, walked to the sofa and sat down with his script.

nAfter a while, the phone of the house suddenly rang. He then heard Caretaker Li’s voice, “Ms. Qiao?”

nShen Liangchuan immediately perked his ears, although he maintained his expressionless face.

n“Ah, Mr. is home, he’s currently reading his script.”

n“Is he busy?”

nCaretaker Li turned his head to look at Shen Liangchuan. Shen Liangchuan had placed his script on the table and made it look as if he was enjoying his leisure time and free.

nCaretaker Li replied, “Not really, I think he’s tired from reading the script.”

nShen Liangchuan: … Which eye of yours observed that I’m tired?

n“His mood… As usual, I can’t tell whether Sir’s mood is good or not.”

nShen Liangchuan thought, “Auntie Li, you are really bad at observing!”

n“Ah? Ok, I understand.”

nAfter she hung up the phone, Shen Liangchuan sat up straight and continued reading his script.

nA while later, Caretaker Li cautiously moved over and served him a cup of tea. “Sir, if you are tired, you should go and rest.”

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