Сhарter 17: Do I Lооk Gооd?
“Хiao Ran? Yоu… уou two…” Fu Lin stоppеd in his trасks.
Shеng Shurаn lоokеd аt Fu Lin. Нe wаs weаring a graу shirt with thе sleеves rоllеd hаlfwaу uр, the соllаr slightlу ореn, and gоld-rimmed glаssеs—still as elegant аnd refinеd as еvеr.
“Вrоther…” Sheng Shurаn slowly sроkе, thеn lowеred hеr head withоut аnswеring Fu Lin’s quеstiоn.
Chi Нen glancеd аt Shеng Shurаn, рulled her up frоm thе flоor with а stern еxprеssiоn, аnd sаid to Fu Lin:
“She саme to аpplу mеdiсinе for mе, аnd foolishly insisted on climbing through thе window instеаd оf using thе dоor.”
Тhe latter рart indirеctlу eхplained for Sheng Shuran—she was afraid of being discovered, which was why Chi Hen had stopped Fu Lin from entering earlier.
After listening, however, Fu Lin only noticed the wound on Chi Hen’s forehead.
“It seems it’s only been disinfected and not properly treated yet.”
“So…” Chi Hen tugged Sheng Shuran forcefully to his side, “we need to continue.”
“Alright, I just came to check on you both. Get some rest early.” Fu Lin said calmly, then voluntarily stepped out and closed the door.
Sheng Shuran broke free from Chi Hen’s grip, moving two steps away from him, unwilling to get close.
In the end, he had still opened the door without considering her feelings. She was a little angry, but he had also helped her out of the awkward situation.
So Sheng Shuran now felt quite conflicted and could only distance herself from him for the time being.
“Brother… huh…” Chi Hen sneered, imitating Sheng Shuran’s tone.
“Can’t you just call him Fu Lin? How old are you, still calling him ‘brother’? Forcing yourself to act young.”
Well, now there was no need to feel conflicted—she was genuinely angry.
Sheng Shuran kicked Chi Hen hard. “Apply the medicine yourself! And you call me foolish! If I ever climb through your window again, I’ll take your surname!”
Upon hearing this, Chi Hen thought the latter part of her statement wasn’t a bad idea.
But Sheng Shuran didn’t realize it. She kicked Chi Hen again and stormed off angrily.
Watching her leave, Chi Hen wiped the vivid emotions from his face, turning as cold as ice shards, as if the room had once again plunged into darkness.
Fu Lin… Fu Lin…
He recalled what he had said to Qian Song:
If my brother dies, she’s mine.
Was that a joke?
No.
The cold ferocity on Chi Hen’s face grew heavier, as if searching for an urgent outlet.
Fortunately, “S” called.
“Ready?” The voice on the phone was low, carrying the unique magnetism of a mature man. “The hunt is about to begin.”
“Bring it on…” Chi Hen’s eyes turned fierce. “Damn it, I’ve been waiting for this.”
Tonight was Fu Zhenchuan’s birthday banquet. All the prominent figures in Shanghai were invited to the Fu family’s celebration.
Shen Manlian knocked on Sheng Shuran’s door and brought her a champagne-colored evening gown.
Sheng Shuran wanted to politely decline.
“This is different from your usual gowns. It’s a matching set with a men’s suit. I’ve already asked Aunt Tian to take the suit to Fu Lin.”
Matching couple outfits?
Sheng Shuran didn’t dare to ask, but Shen Manlian understood her thoughts.
“Silly child, Auntie knows you have feelings for Fu Lin. My son is steady and reserved, but if you wish, your uncle and I would be more than happy to give you both a push.
“…Tonight is your uncle’s birthday banquet. You should understand what it means for you and Fu Lin to wear this matching set, right?”
Shen Manlian smiled gently, tidying the strands of hair by Sheng Shuran’s temples, and said affectionately, “Auntie truly hopes you can marry into our family.”
Sheng Shuran blushed slightly, lowered her head, and silently accepted the long gown from Shen Manlian’s hands.Shen Manlian left contentedly, and Sheng Shuran changed into the dress.
The boat neckline was just right, revealing only her beautiful collarbones, giving an elegant and dignified look. The waist was cinched into a fishtail shape, highlighting her naturally blessed figure.
It was beautiful and tailored perfectly, but why did it feel so tight, as if it were constricting her?
“You really dared to wear it.” Chi Hen climbed in through the window.
Sheng Shuran instinctively screamed.
“Why are you climbing through the window?!”
“Learned from you.”
Sheng Shuran watched as Chi Hen put on his well-tailored suit. The stray hair on his forehead covered his wound, his eyes were deep, his nose bridge high and straight, and his jawline sharp. The boyishness was completely gone. As he had said, he had indeed grown up, like a man.
“Do I look good?” Chi Hen asked abruptly.
Sheng Shuran: “…”
Chi Hen: “You’ve been staring at me for a long time.”
Sheng Shuran averted her gaze, thinking of how to defend herself. Chi Hen didn’t give her the chance and continued on his own:
“You look really ugly dressed like this.”
“Rip…”
Chi Hen bent down, lifted the hem of her dress, and tore it open. The tear, accompanied by a harsh ripping sound, reached the top of her thigh.