Chi Cheng’s eyes, like obsidian, silently gazed at Lin Wanqing.

"Ah, let me see what I should drink." Lin Wanqing unceremoniously picked up the menu and started reading.

Unexpectedly, before she could open it, a pair of attractive hands held down the menu pages.

"What’s the matter? The great president Chi can’t even afford to buy me a drink? Let me treat you instead."

Chi Cheng didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he thoughtfully looked out the glass window, as if confirming something.

"Are you afraid of being seen by An Ran?"

Chi Cheng withdrew his gaze, picked up the suit jacket beside him, and stood up, saying lightly, "I have something to do, I must leave now."

Liar.

Before she came, Chi Cheng appeared relaxed and carefree. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

How come as soon as she arrived, Chi Cheng suddenly had plans?

"Don’t worry, An Ran won’t see us," Lin Wanqing hurriedly called after Chi Cheng, her tone slightly reproachful. "Besides, you’ve already broken up with An Ran, so why care if she sees you or not?!"

Chi Cheng paused slightly. He glanced over, "It’s not fear, it’s principle."

Principle?

His principle is not to be alone with her?

What kind of crappy principle is that?

Lin Wanqing was fuming, but Chi Cheng had already pushed open the coffee shop door and walked out.

Truly infuriating.

Lin Wanqing angrily pounded the seat with her hands placed on either side of her thighs.

But then she reconsidered—

Anyway, Chi Cheng is already separated from An Ran, and the real cause of Aunt Chi’s death is something Chi Cheng will never know in this lifetime.

With such a factor in place, he and An Ran are absolutely impossible.

In that case, why should she be in such a hurry?

So sooner or later, Chi Cheng will be hers, Lin Wanqing’s.

She has this confidence!

Thinking of this, Lin Wanqing coquettishly twirled the hair at her temple, her mood lifted again.

-

Despite being March, the nights were still chilly.

The bustling streets were lit with vibrant neon lights.

Chi Cheng, dressed in a black suit, stood with arms crossed, leaning against his Porsche.

The cold wind tousled his tousled hair, and his gaze was fixed intently on a particular building in the villa district.

It was the Chi Mansion, and from his angle, he could barely make out a corner of the villa.

But it just so happened that this corner was An Ran’s room.

This was the reason Chi Cheng liked coming to this coffee shop so much lately.

Every day, watching the light in that corner bedroom turn on, and then watching it go out when the young girl fell asleep.

Except these past few days, it seemed that little rabbit was going to bed later and later.

The light always stayed on until very late.

Chi Cheng stood leaning against the car, staring at the lit-up corner.

He had always been a meticulous person, never doing anything without purpose.

Yet now, here he was, watching that lit bedroom from afar, not understanding the point of doing so himself.

Lowering his eyelids, Chi Cheng smirked at himself self-deprecatingly.

Time ticked by second by second.

Last night, she didn’t go to bed until nearly midnight.

But today, by ten o’clock, An Ran’s bedroom light was already off.

Did she sleep too late last night and get too tired?

Chi Cheng’s gaze gradually focused as he straightened his already stiff body.

Hands in his pockets, he walked towards the main entrance of the villa district.

He deliberately slowed his pace and soon arrived outside the Chi Mansion.

Looking up at the beautifully lit face, he gazed at the villa, now completely dark, finally raising his arm.