Tangling with the Western Commander
Chapter 889 - 877:
Li Zaijun didn’t know what she was feeling—jealousy, envy, anger, or something else?
They hadn’t done anything, just stood together talking, yet her heart felt as if it had been drenched in acid, corroding away with bitterness.
The driver slowly drove the Bentley to a stop in front of them.
If she didn’t leave now, it would be too late, yet suddenly she felt an unspeakable sense of helplessness, not wanting to go out.
A feeling of wanting only to avoid it all.
Not wanting to face any of it.
The car stopped, the driver got out to open the door for her, and the woman naturally got into the passenger seat.
But the driver didn’t get in again; it was Shen Lin who was about to drive.
Li Zaijun watched silently, the corners of her lips lifting into a slight sneer, unclear if she was mocking others or herself.
Yet, just as Shen Lin was about to walk around the front of the car, as if sensing something, his steps paused.
The next second, he raised his eyes, his gaze directly meeting the direction of the coffee shop.
Through the glass windows, their eyes accidentally collided.
"..."
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and she held her breath.
Li Zaijun hadn’t expected him to actually notice her.
Shen Lin hadn’t expected to see her appearing in the coffee shop.
The young girl wore a forest green shirt underneath a pinafore, her short hair cropped slightly longer than ear-length but styled like a neat schoolgirl cut, with big eyes, pale skin, and a petite frame, so much so that people might believe she was a high school student.
Li Zaijun had prepared herself to leave, but after bumping into him, her mind went blank, unsure of what to do next.
She could only slightly adjust her breathing, pressing her lips together to compose herself, trying to look at him calmly.
She seemed to be waiting, waiting to see what Shen Lin would do. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Whether he would pretend not to have seen her and drive away with that woman, or—
Before she could finish the thought, Shen Lin gave his answer through action.
The woman in the car’s passenger seat seemed to sense something and spoke up to ask Shen Lin.
Shen Lin withdrew his gaze and raised a hand for her to wait a moment.
Then, Li Zaijun saw the dashing, impeccably dressed man walking directly towards the cafe, crossing the street, and finally—
The door of the cafe opened.
She watched as he walked all the way from the entrance, eyebrows slightly furrowed, until he stood before her.
"What are you doing here?"
Suppressing the slight tremor inside, Li Zaijun curled her lips slightly, her glossy eyes looking at him, half-jokingly said:
"Is my appearance here disrupting your good business?"
At this, Shen Lin paused for a moment, then couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, and without another word, grabbed her wrist:
"Tell me, what good business could there be?" As he spoke, he was already pulling her by the hand outside.
Li Zaijun: "..."
Thus, she was pulled out by the wrist.
Her gaze instinctively turned to the Bentley’s passenger seat, because she knew the woman in the car had noticed her.
Moreover, upon seeing her, standing outside, she could faintly see the woman inside, still calmly sitting in the passenger seat, a slight, serene smile on her lips.
Li Zaijun’s expression flickered slightly.
Never again would she sit in that car’s passenger seat.
That originally—