Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
An Lan smiled as she reminded her, âYou guys already broke up. You shouldnât call him Junting anymore.â
Luosang frowned. An Lan was still taking on her fatherâs case after this, so she shouldnât offend her. âLawyer An, Iâve told you why I was breaking up with him...â
âNo matter the reason, you have already broken up,â An Lan interrupted her. âYou know that I like him. This is the lowest moment in his life. Itâs my chance to gain his affection. Donât worry, I will still take on your case like a professional.â
Luosang had nothing to say. âWill you adhere to my request to tell him the truth after some time? Will you still cooperate with me?â
âI will tell him, but I donât know about forgiveness. Itâs up to him whether he chooses to forgive you or not, but Iâll be trying my hardest during this time, anyway.â An Lan tossed her silky hair and walked towards the washroom.
Luosang felt anger boil within her. When she walked back to her seat, she realized that Nian Junting was already sound asleep. With his eyes shut, his skin was radiant, and his nose was sharp. He looked extremely handsome. She could stare at him all day long.
But...
She forced herself to look away.
Yan Su whispered to her, âDid you notice that the flight attendants have been walking around where Mr. Nian is sitting quite frequently?â
Luosang had noticed it, of course. There were only two flight attendants in the first-class cabin. They were walking around a lot. He was charming everywhere he went. When their meal was served, Nian Junting got double the portion of fruit. He couldnât finish it all of it and gave the rest to An Lan.
Luosang was frustrated. In the past, she would be the one finishing his extra food. The two-hour flight was torture for her. They all bumped into each other again at baggage claim.
Nian Junting bent over to help An Lan with her luggage. Since Luosang was staying in Beijing for over a week, she had a large suitcase with her. She collected her luggage by herself and hurled Yan Suâs luggage with her other hand.
An Lan was carrying a small handbag when she said, surprised, âYou are so strong, Luosang!â
Before Luosang could reply, Nian Junting said, âShe is quite strong. She practically doesnât need a man in her life.â
â...â
âLetâs go.â Nian Junting didnât even look her way as he walked away gracefully with his hand in his pocket. Lu Kang was carrying An Lanâs small suitcase.
âGoodbye.â An Lan waved as she quickly caught up with Nian Junting.
Luosang felt like her heart had been smashed into pieces.
âItâs alright, I need you in my life,â Yan Su comforted her.
â...â
Luosang didnât reply. She didnât want to be needed by another woman.
When they walked to the entrance of the airport, they bumped into Nian Junting yet again. A long Rolls Royce was parked in front of them, and the chauffeur was loading up the luggage. The party of three took their seats in the car, and the car pulled away. It was quite a sight to behold.
Yan Su remarked, âDamn, they have a luxury car to pick them up. Sang, where is our driver?â
Luosang said grumpily, âIâm not a superstar. There isnât a pick-up car. Letâs go take the metro.â
After ten minutes, they were squeezed together on the metro, and Luosang was despondent.