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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThe room was in complete silence. No one understood why Best Actor Shen had suddenly gotten furious when he had been fine a while ago.

nAfter some time, Xiao Ye weakly asked, “What… happened? Wasn’t he alright at the beginning? Did we say something wrong to piss him off?”

nThen, someone shook his head. “But we didn’t say much either!”

nEveryone looked at one another speechlessly.

nQiao Lian’s phone rang and when she picked it up, she realized that it was Song Cheng. “Ms. Qiao, can I trouble you to bring Mr. Shen’s phone to the underground car park?”

nQiao Lian turned her head and realized that Shen Liangchuan’s phone was lying on the dining table.

nAfter hanging up, she secretly picked up the phone and left the room with the excuse of going to the washroom.

nWhen she arrived at the underground car park, she saw a car flashing its headlights and she ran over. The window of the driver’s seat rolled down and Song Cheng’s face was behind it.

nShe quickly passed the phone to him and looked at the person in the back seat through the open window.

nBlood was still dripping from his hand, but he was still expressionless. He glanced out of the window, it felt as if he was in a pique.

nShe asked, “Mr. Shen, your hand-”

n“Drive.”

nThe cold voice cut her question off.

nSong Cheng waved his hand at Qiao Lian and started the car.

nQiao Lian stood on the spot and watched the car slowly drive away. Shen Liangchuan and her missed each other with a window between them.

n——

nFor the whole afternoon, Qiao Lian was distracted.

nEven while writing her article, all that came to her mind was his bleeding hand.

nHad Song Cheng taken him to the hospital?

nQiao Lian couldn’t resist it and sent a message to Shen Liangchuan.

nIs your hand ok?

nBut the message seemed to have disappeared into thin air, she didn’t receive any response.

nShe then sent a message to Song Cheng and his reply was efficient.

nIt was treated, it’s alright now.

nIt was after seeing Song Cheng’s message that she felt relieved. Qiao Lian held onto her phone and couldn’t help but send another message asking.

nDid something bad happen today?

nSong Cheng: No, everything went well today.

n“Everything went well”, but why did he get so unhappy suddenly?

nQiao Lian couldn’t figure out why, but she then decided to put her curiosity to the back of her mind.

nThe chief editor had returned from the meeting and the managing editor was preparing to report to the headquarters. Thus, I was rather peaceful in the news agency.

nThe afternoon passed by really quickly and when she got off work, Qiao Lian took the bus back home.

nWhen she passed by the park, she was stopped by Xia Yehua, who called for her, “Xiao Qiao!”

nQiao Lian then realized that in the morning, she had agreed to accompany Xia Yehua for dinner.

nBut…

nSong Cheng said that he had returned home and she really felt like returning home to check on him.

nAfter debating with herself for a moment, she decided, “I’m very sorry, Auntie. I have something going on tonight and I hope to return home first. Can I eat dinner with you tomorrow instead?”

nXia Yehua was disappointed but she still replied, “Ok, don’t forget our dinner tomorrow!”

nQiao Lian nodded. She walked through the park and back to the villa.

nAfter she left, Xia Yehua called back home. “Ai, my young friend doesn’t want to have dinner with me anymore, is that unfilial son home yet?”

nCaretaker Li replied, “Old Madam, I have just called villa 8 and they said that Sir is home, but his hand is injured!”

n“What?” Xia Yehua immediately started panicking, “I will go over and take a look now!”

nAfter she hung up, she hurriedly walked towards villa 8.

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