Chapter 62 - The Girl from Eight Years Ago

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As Qiao Lian walked home, all that was going through her mind was the scene where Shen Liangchuan had crushed the wine glass with his bare hands.

There had been so many broken shards of glass, has his wound been thoroughly cleaned?

As her thoughts shifted there, she turned a corner and bought some gauze and iodine. She placed them in her bag before walking back to the villa once again.

As she walked past villa 5, her phone suddenly rang.

Picking up, she heard the voice of Caretaker Li, “Ms. Qiao, are you home?”

She looked up at the villa in front of her and asked, “Caretaker Li, what happened?”

Caretaker Li sighed and said, “Old Madam has just returned. She- she seemed-”

Qiao Lian stopped in her tracks and in her brain flashed the conversation between the servants the day before.

Old Madam—She was probably referring to Shen Liangchuan’s mother.

His mother didn’t like her.

She immediately understood why Caretaker Li had called her.

To not embarrass herself, she cut Caretaker Li and said, “Ah, I suddenly remembered that I’ve left something important at the office, I’ll go back to get it now!”

Caretaker Li heaved a sigh of relief. “Mmhm, I will call you when Old Madam returns home.”

After hanging up, Qiao Lian loitered in the streets with boredom.

She looked at her phone. It read 18:30.

She then decided to walk to the park beside the villa. She took out her phone and browsed Weibo to pass time.

The sky slowly darkened.

Qiao Lian looked at the sky and realized it was dark and gloomy. It wasn’t until the large drops of rain fell that she recalled that there was going to be a thunderstorm that night!

She grabbed her bag, looked around and saw a pavilion nearby.

She dashed towards it, but by then, she was already thoroughly wet.

Under such circumstances, the best for her would be to rush home and take a hot bath. With her strong immunity system and body, she wouldn’t fall sick.

However... if she returned and came face to face with Shen Liangchuan’s mother, Shen Liangchuan would feel terribly awful if she fought with his mother.

Qiao Lian bit her lips and stretched her head out of the pavilion.

The cold wind gushed and she was freezing like an icicle.

Standing there, she kept sneezing.

After two long hours, the rain finally stopped.

In the villa.

Xia Yehua looked at the man huddled in the sofa and sighed, “What exactly is wrong? You have been so reserved since young, can’t you just share it with your mom?”

Shen Liangchuan’s cold gaze was on the coffee table as he replied, “Nothing much.”

Xia Yehua frowned. “Is it because of the girl from eight years ago?”

As her words faded, Shen Liangchuan looked up.

“After so many years, every time you act weirdly is always because of her. It’s been such a long time, it’s already been eight years. That girl might have already forgotten about you, what’s the point of you vexing over it here?”

Her words stabbed right into Shen Liangchuan’s heart.

He stood up immediately saying, “I’m going upstairs, you should return home.”

Looking at his retreating figure, Xia Yehua sighed, stood up and left.

As the car left the villa and drove towards villa 18, Xia Yehua turned and looked outside, sighing in her heart.

When would he be relieved from the torture of this knot in his heart?

As she was reveling in her sadness, she suddenly saw a small figure and ordered immediately, “Stop the car!”

The driver stopped the car and Xia Yehua alighted from it. She was met with Qiao Lian’s astonishment. Xia Yehua was surprised to see Qiao Lian in such a state. “Xiao Qiao? Why are you so wet?”