He observed who caused Xiao Luo’s expression. Why does Xiao Luo show a different emotion each time he sees him? Could it be that he stole Xiao Luo’s heart? Last time, he was unsure if Xiao Luo would fall for him; now, he was certain she had. But the guy with a female companion beside him—could she be the daughter of some enterprise? Does that mean Xiao Luo has no connection to him?
Maybe he still has a chance to win her over before she falls deeper. Yes, that’s what he would do. Bin Zhengheng silently cheered himself on.
“Xiao Luo, hurry up.”
We’ll miss the banquet,” Bin Zhengheng reminded Luo Yaling.
“Okay, let’s go!” Luo Yaling snapped back to reality, realizing she might miss her appointment with Qing Jie. She felt frustrated with herself for forgetting.
As Luo Ling followed Bin Zhengheng, she glanced at Shen Yixuan, silently wishing they would never meet again.
Shen Yixuan sensed a familiar gaze and looked around, but he couldn’t identify the source. The feeling left him somewhat down.
At that moment, Luo Yaling had already left with Bin Zhengheng.
“Brother Xuan, what’s wrong?” Zhuo Ling asked, noticing his uncertainty.
“Nothing,” Shen Yixuan replied, although he doubted his own feelings.
“Have you noticed I’ve become prettier since I came back?” Zhuo Ling asked, spinning around in front of him.
“Yes, you’ve become prettier,” Shen Yixuan responded mechanically, not really looking at her.
“What! You’re not even looking at me!” Zhuo Ning pouted.
“I am looking. I’m looking right now,” he insisted. Yet, seeing her face reminded him of her sister’s death, leaving him confused about his feelings.
Sometimes he would think about her bits and pieces…
However, he couldn’t treat her as his sister—she’s his sister’s sister. He could only treat her like a sister.
“Hmph! I’ll let you off this time, but not next time! Brother Xuan, let’s go! Let’s buy clothes!” Zhuo Ning excitedly held Shen Yixuan’s hand. “Brother Xuan, help me pick out pretty clothes, okay?”
“Okay,” Shen Yixuan answered mechanically.
Zhuo Ning chattered non-stop while Shen Yixuan coolly responded with single words. Poor Zhuo Ning was performing for herself.
All of this was observed by people in the corner, revealing a strange smile.
Chapter Thirty-One: Plan
