The news of Jiang Wan backing out of the divorce was no ordinary matter.
After all, Sheng Lianjue himself was a subject of public attention, with a popularity rivaling that of A-list celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Besides, in this world, what wall doesn’t have cracks?
Even if they tried to keep it confidential, how far could they really go?
With so many mouths, could they really control what others said?
Sheng Lianjue didn’t take Jiang Wan seriously.
In the eyes of these people, she was even more insignificant.
As soon as Sheng Jingcheng spoke up, everyone started tagging Jiang Wan one after another, mercilessly mocking her.
But no matter how they ridiculed her, Jiang Wan didn’t reply to any of the messages.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have the face to show up either.”
“Sheng Jingcheng, aren’t you pretty close with Jiang Wan? Why don’t you see if you have time to invite her out so we can have a good chat?”
“Yeah! I want to know how to be a good dog!”
Jiang Wan had indeed seen the messages, but now she no longer cared—not about the mockery or the cold stares from others.
Now…
She no longer cared about Sheng Lianjue either!
With an expressionless face, Jiang Wan once again left the group chat and cleaned up her friend list.
Sheng Jingcheng: “I knew she was online, just pretending to be dead!”
One of them tried to add Jiang Wan back and exclaimed in surprise, “Wow, she deleted me and set it so no one can add her. Check it out, everyone!”
Back then, Jiang Wan had done a lot to please the people around Sheng Lianjue. Anyone even remotely connected, she had added as a friend. Now, when they tried to add her again, they all faced the same situation.
“Hey, she deleted me too.”
“Yeah, I really can’t add her anymore.”
It was hard for Jiang Lan to ignore what was happening on their side.
She had also drunk quite a bit today. Her gaze slightly hazy, she looked toward the figure beside her. Under the colorful, shimmering lights, his deep features were sharply defined, and his cool, profound eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking!
Jiang Lan really wanted to ask him why he hadn’t gone through with the divorce in the end. Why!
Because he couldn’t bear to part with her?
Sheng Lianjue, that’s just not you!
Jiang Lan smiled bitterly and took another sip. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one paid her any attention.
Sheng Lianjue and Jiang Lan had originally been discussing a collaboration project with another company when they happened to run into Sheng Jingcheng here and were dragged over.
As time passed, Sheng Lianjue felt something was missing.
He picked up his phone and checked the time—it was almost eleven o’clock. The uneasy feeling quickly faded away.
Sheng Lianjue stood up and grabbed his suit jacket. “It’s getting late. Put tonight’s bill on my tab.”
Sheng Jingcheng glanced at the person who had already fallen asleep and said, “Uncle, why don’t you give Jiang Lan a ride home?”
Jiang Lan got into Sheng Lianjue’s car, drowsily leaning against the passenger seat.
Sheng Lianjue drove to Junlin Mansion.
About an hour later, the person in the car still hadn’t woken up.
Sheng Lianjue sat in the car, smoking a cigarette. His slender fingers held the cigarette as he rested his arm on the car window, lost in thought.
The living room, which should have been lit up, was pitch black tonight.
Jiang Lan, stirred awake by the smell of smoke, rolled down the car window to let in the night breeze, which sobered her up a little. “I thought you would divorce Jiang Wan!”
“Since you’re awake, get out of the car.”Sheng Lianjue tossed away the cigarette butt in his hand and was about to leave when Jiang Lan suddenly stepped forward and sat on his lap. She had never been so bold with him before.
“I really, really, really love you!”
His dark, night-like eyes narrowed dangerously as he silently watched her every move.
Jiang Lan cupped his face. “Aside from being prettier than me, what does she have that I don’t? I don’t believe you don’t understand at all.”
“Sheng Lianjue, I love you!”
“Don’t you know that!”
“Since I was a child, I swore that Jiang Lan would marry no one but Sheng Lianjue in this lifetime.”
Jiang Lan sobbed, her eyeliner smudging. “I don’t believe that after all these years, you have no feelings for me at all!”
As she leaned in to kiss him, a crisp sound echoed through the villa—something had shattered, though it was unclear what.