Su Lingyu recounted what Shen Qiao had said last night to her brother, but she didn’t mention Jiang Yuli at all.
Su Huainan’s expression gradually darkened.
Their families had known each other for many years, yet he never expected to have misjudged someone.
“Just a man. I’ll introduce you to someone new,” Su Huainan comforted her.
“Thank you, brother. Can you arrange it for tonight?” Su Lingyu’s eyes lit up.
Su Huainan smiled and tapped her nose. “So eager to get married?”
“Not at all!” Su Lingyu protested with an innocent look. “I’m just worried about bothering you and delaying your time with sister-in-law. What if you two have a conflict because of me? I’d feel so guilty! I’m definitely not desperate to marry!”
Actually, she wasn’t opposed to marriage.
Having just graduated from university, her original plan was to get married once her relationship stabilized.
Who would have thought Shen Qiao would pull such a stunt.
Since they broke up, naturally there was no need to marry.
Su Huainan looked at her affectionately. “No need to rush into marriage. Let’s eat first.”
“Okay, brother~”
As night fell, the streets of Beijing were bustling with traffic and dazzling neon lights.
Amidst this noise, in a quiet private kitchen tucked away from the hustle and bustle, Su Lingyu was leisurely having her meal.
Sitting across from her was Fu Chun, the blind date arranged by her brother.
Similar in age, gentle and refined, clean and handsome – his white shirt made him look particularly fresh.
Quite nice.
But… no spark.
Su Lingyu couldn’t help but glance at her phone several times.
It had been almost 24 hours since she sent Shen Qiao the breakup text last night. The other party hadn’t even replied with a simple “hm” or “oh.”
So annoying~
=_=
She hated cold violence the most!
“Miss Su,” Fu Chun spoke tentatively, “is there… anything about me that dissatisfies you?”
“No, Mr. Fu, you’re perfectly fine.” Su Lingyu put down her utensils, deciding to be honest. “It’s just that my brother probably didn’t tell you – I have psychological issues. When I’m in a relationship, I become very clingy – extremely, extremely clingy. I’ll constantly need your attention, require you to report your whereabouts, and there’ll be almost no private space…”
Fu Chun fell silent.
Su Lingyu lowered her head and took a sip of juice.
As expected, her brother hadn’t told him.
Shen Qiao called her a “perverted stalker” – probably others would see her the same way?
Other than family, who could tolerate her level of clinginess?
“Miss Su, my work… keeps me quite busy,” Fu Chun said awkwardly. “We might not be very compatible.”
“That’s fine.” Su Lingyu smiled. “Please don’t blame my brother for not telling you in advance. He just pities me.”
“Of course I understand. President Su’s doting on his sister is well-known.” Fu Chun raised his glass. “I’ll keep your situation confidential. I hope we can still be friends in the future.”
“Sure.” They clinked glasses.
On the staircase, Jiang Yuli was walking down with his business partners.
His gaze swept casually across the room and instantly locked onto Su Lingyu, who was clinking glasses and smiling by the window.
That figure across from her was definitely not Shen Qiao.
No reconciliation?
Then who was it?
Jiang Yuli calmly withdrew his gaze and continued walking away.
Later, Su Lingyu and Fu Chun walked out of the restaurant.
“Miss Su.”
Zhao Kai approached them.
Fu Chun instinctively moved to shield Su Lingyu. “In broad daylight, what do you think you’re doing?”
Zhao Kai was burly, with old scars on his face that gave him a naturally fierce appearance.
At first glance, he looked like a heinous villain.
Su Lingyu had seen him a couple of times at the Shen family – Jiang Yuli’s assistant.
His presence here meant…
“Don’t be nervous, I know him.” Su Lingyu gently patted Fu Chun. “Jiang Yuli’s assistant.”
Jiang Yuli?
That Jiang Yuli who was sent abroad by the Shen family at eight years old, returned two years ago and took control of Hundred Rivers Group, trampling Shen Baichuan and his son underfoot—that cold-faced ruler?
Zhao Kai’s expression remained blank. “The CEO said it’s unsafe for Miss Su to return alone, so he asked me to escort you.”
Behind him, a black Hongqi National Ceremony sedan stood quietly, its headlights bright, exuding extraordinary presence—even her Su family didn’t own such a car.
“Then I won’t stand on ceremony.” Su Lingyu readily agreed.
Zhao Kai opened the car door.
Fu Chun noticed Su Lingyu’s movement seemed to pause almost imperceptibly as she got in.
The door closed, and the black luxury vehicle quickly merged into the traffic flow.
Inside the car, Su Lingyu’s gaze fell on Jiang Yuli’s aloof and stern profile.
“Uncle, good evening~” she chirped cheerfully. “Were you dining here too?”Otherwise, how would he know her whereabouts~
Jiang Yuli lounged lazily against the seatback, unable to shake the image of her chatting and laughing with Fu Chun from his mind, and merely responded with a cold “Hmm.””
Su Lingyu’s attention had already been captured by the car’s interior.
She touched this, examined that, her eyes full of novelty: “Uncle, your car is absolutely gorgeous!”
The exquisite embroidery on the ceiling, the lacquer pieces inlaid on the doors, the smooth and elegant lines—every detail exuded an aura of steadfast dignity and rising prosperity. “Uncle, how much does this car cost?”
Zhao Kai answered first, his tone proud: “Miss Su, the base price is 7.58 million, with nearly 3 million in options, totaling 10.38 million.”
“So expensive!” Su Lingyu exclaimed.
“It’s a custom model, extremely comfortable to drive,” Zhao Kai added.
“Wow, as expected of President Jiang, wealthy and generous with great taste!”” Su Lingyu praised sincerely, growing fonder the more she looked. “If only I could borrow it for a few days… I’d need to borrow the driver too! I’m afraid my driver might scratch it.”
She could afford to compensate, but if it got scratched and had to be sent back to the factory for repairs, its value would drop.
Jiang Yuli didn’t respond to that, instead asking: “What were you doing with that man earlier?”
“On a blind date.”
Su Lingyu answered offhandedly, her fingers irresistibly drawn to touch the ceiling embroidery again. “This must have taken at least three months to embroider…”
Before she could finish, a hand with distinct knuckles gripped her wrist.
Su Lingyu’s eyes shifted, looking at Jiang Yuli: “Not allowed to touch?”
She tried to pull her hand back in disappointment.
But Jiang Yuli’s fingertips gently stroked her slender wrist bone, not releasing her but instead pulling her hand closer to himself, his voice low: “Blind date?” It seems you’ve completely forgotten what I said last night?” He leaned closer to her. “Do I need to repeat it?”
Su Lingyu blinked: “Which… which part?”
Jiang Yuli’s breath drew near: “Break up with him, date me.”
“Oh, that part…” Su Lingyu’s wrist was firmly held, unable to break free, so she could only lean back slightly to create distance as she explained. “It’s not that I don’t want to date you… Uncle, I have a problem—I’m really clingy!”
“I like clingy people.”
“Shen Qiao said you prefer solitude.”
“He’s talking nonsense.”
The profanity from his lips carried a strange freshness.
“Everyone knows President Jiang is cold and unfeeling, aloof and abstinent, keeping strangers at a distance? Now you suddenly say you like clingy people—how could I possibly believe that…” Su Lingyu twisted her wrist, her tone accusatory. “You Shen men all use the same lines! Shen Qiao initially said he liked clingy spirits too, and then what? He found me annoying after just a year…”
“It’s hard to say whether you’ll end up like Shen Qiao, finding me bothersome…”