Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shu Pan was a bit confused. What was happening now? She turned her head to look at the unfamiliar man, about to speak, but he beat her to it. âDid you see that? This is my girlfriend. So, weâre not a good match, and besides, youâre not my type. â
âBut⦠I really like you. Nobody likes you more than I do,â the girl cried with teary eyes, evoking a sense of pity.
Shu Pan was taken aback, glancing around, trying to figure out how to explain.
âYou like me, but I canât do anything about it. I was born with this charm. I canât like every person who likes me, otherwise, Iâd be too busy. And I already have a girlfriend, so you donât need to like me anymore!â The man lazily smiled, not a hint of remorse in his expression.
Shu Pan turned her head to look at the man, his face seemingly capable of causing chaos. He appeared to be a womanizer.
She looked at the girl with a touch of sympathy, momentarily forgetting that she was caught in the crossfire.
Now she was just being used as a shield by the man.
The girl cried even harder, glancing at Shu Pan with reddened eyes, then turned and ran out.
Suddenly, silence settled in. Shu Pan was a beat behind, realizing that the leading lady had left. She didnât know what to explain now.
âThank you!â The man continued to hold her hand, still not letting go, then he winked at her with a smile, âYou know, with a face like mine, this kind of situation happens a few times every day. Sometimes, being handsome is just troublesome.â
Suddenly, Shu Pan found herself speechless in the face of this thick-skinned man. Her previous sadness was diluted quite a bit.
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Shu Pan had probably figured out what had just happened. She calmly said,
âSince nothing is going on now, can you let go and let me leave?â
Wen Chi was momentarily stunned, as if he hadnât expected a woman who saw him would want to leave so quickly. Did his charm decline? Or was this woman playing hard to get?
A hint of playfulness flashed in his almond-shaped eyes. Instead of letting go, he grinned slyly, âMiss, are you single?â
Shu Pan frowned, looking at him with a puzzled expression. Her gaze seemed to be scrutinizing someone who might be mentally unstable, âWhy does it matter to you whether Iâm single or not?â
Could this narcissist have escaped from a psychiatric ward? Was he wearing a white coat and pretending to be a doctor here?
Just as she was contemplating whether to call for help, there was suddenly movement at the door. Then, the partially open door was forcefully pushed open.
Tong Fei, clad in designer clothes, entered Shu Panâs line of sight.
Watching their intimate interaction, Tong Feiâs smile was full of meaning. But Shu Pan felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss, shivering with cold.
Their eyes met, and in Tong Feiâs gaze, Shu Pan saw a sense of schadenfreude. Shu Panâs heart trembled slightly. She was about to open her mouth to explain, but she hesitated. What was there to explain? She wasnât anything to her anyway.
âShu Pan, weâre meeting again so soon, and in this situation no less. Youâre quite impressive, getting to know such a suave and extraordinary young talent. I must truly admire you,â Tong Fei said with a smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
A flame of anger ignited in Shu Panâs heart, her hands clenched tightly, struggling to endure.
Wen Chi, carefree as he was, detected an unusual tension between the two women. His long, narrow eyes squinted, and a hint of interest swiftly flickered.
He suddenly pulled Shu Pan closer, his big hand resting on her waist, and he smiled tenderly, âDarling? Your friend?â