Chapter 27: She Is the Person Who Loves Him Most in the World
Shan Dai froze for a moment before saying, “What? You told everyone that?”
“Mm.”
“Why?” Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Pu Huaiyan: “There are ten seats at the dining table, but currently there are only nine people downstairs. Someone asked me who else hadn’t arrived yet.”
“…” She understood.
Pu Huaiyan glanced at her. “I said, the person is upstairs.”
“…” So with the person being upstairs at his house, he knew it was very ambiguous. Therefore, directly calling her his girlfriend made things much simpler, while any other explanation would only get more convoluted.
Shan Dai turned her face away and closed her eyes in despair. Regret came far too late. If she had known, she shouldn’t have taken an afternoon nap. Had she been downstairs from the start, there wouldn’t be such an embarrassing moment.
Pu Huaiyan put the sticky note into the chest pocket of his shirt, then finally extended his hand. “It’s fine, they’re all our own people. Let’s go.”
Shan Dai peeked at his hand but didn’t hand hers over. She silently turned around and walked out on her own. “Thank you, President Pu. My foot can walk today.”
“…” The man wasn’t disheartened either, following behind her at an unhurried, leisurely pace with a half-smile.
Upon stepping outside, lively voices could be heard coming from below. Feeling timid in her heart, Shan Dai asked Pu Huaiyan in a small voice, “How come it sounds like there are so many people?”
“Besides the two of us and Little Ci, there are only seven people.”
Seven people wasn’t a small number either.
Shan Dai didn’t have that many close friends. Her best friend was Ziming. The two of them attended the same university. Later, Ziming went abroad for graduate school, while Shan Dai was exempted from exams and recommended for postgraduate studies at Landa University. Afterwards, Ziming graduated and returned to China, and they started a business together, basically never separating since then.
If she had held a wedding when she got married back then, Ziming would have been her only bridesmaid. Since they didn’t hold one later, Ziming even regretfully said it was a pity.
Thinking about it now, holding one would have been even more regrettable.
She could only resign herself to fate and go downstairs. Opposite Pu Huaiyan’s study was an elevator, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the floor.
When the doors opened, Shan Dai shrank behind Pu Huaiyan and whispered, “President Pu, walk in front.”
The corners of Pu Huaiyan’s mouth curled up. He held her wrist and pulled her out.
Shan Dai wanted to retract her hand, but he held it tightly without letting go. “Be good.”
Not good at all—she was going to die of blushing.
Passing through a quiet, long hallway, as their view opened up, one could feel the distant clamor quiet down for a second, followed by… “Woah, President Pu’s girlfriend is here!” came a slightly younger male voice.
“He really has a girlfriend.” Another man spoke up.
“Yes, yes, yes! Look quick, everyone, our Sister-in-law is an absolute stunner!” A female voice came over—it was CiCi.
“…” Shan Dai genuinely wanted to vanish.
A chorus of lively voices sounded one after another. Shan Dai held her breath the entire way, only fully raising her head once they reached the living room.
What followed was a chorus of sharp gasps, as everyone marvelled all over again: “So pretty!” and “Sister-in-law is truly so gorgeous!”
The calmest and most low-key person in the room today was Shen Jiani, because she knew it was all a illusion. How could these two go from having no relationship whatsoever yesterday to being boyfriend and girlfriend today? There was definitely something fishy going on.
Holding a glass of red wine, she sat in the furthest spot, spying on everything like a predator trying to spot a flaw.
“My girlfriend, Shan Dai—Shan as in green mountain, Dai as in dark blue-green,” Pu Huaiyan suddenly introduced in front of everyone.
“Hello, Sister-in-law!”
“Hello, Sister-in-law! Hello, Sister-in-law!”
“Sister-in-law…”
“Ms. Shan.”
Shan Dai forced a smile onto her face and beamed at the group of people. “Hello, everyone.”
“Ran into you two at the hospital a couple of days ago, and you said you were just friends then, but today you’re a couple,” a man wearing a white shirt and white trousers said, holding a glass of whisky and smiling at the two of them.
It was the boyfriend Shen Jiani had mentioned, Zhou Xiangming. At this moment, he was leaning close to her; one was holding red wine and the other held whisky, drinking early on.
Pu Huaiyan didn’t bother to explain.
“Where is Sister-in-law from?” asked the youngest-looking boy among them, looking at Shan Dai. “How come you look so unfamiliar? Are you a Beijing native, or do you live abroad?”
It took Shan Dai a second to confirm that the title “Sister-in-law” was meant for her. She turned her head toward him and said, “Oh, I’m from Lan City.”
“From Lan City?” He was very surprised.
The others were quite surprised as well.
Immediately someone asked, “Brother Yan, how do you even know someone from Lan City? Jiangnan is so far from Beijing.”
Pu Huaiyan rarely opened his mouth to explain: “Your Sister-in-law has business in Beijing and comes here often on business trips.”
“Oh, I see!”
“A great match, a truly great match.”
“President Pu has great luck; his romantic fortune is really enviable!”
“…” Shan Dai thought to herself that let alone having nothing going on between her and Pu Huaiyan, even if there really were, she would be the one reaching far, far above her station. How could it be that he had good luck? It was clearly the person who had ties with him who had good luck.
She could only accept her fate, staying beside Pu Huaiyan with a faint smile while trying her best to shrink her presence.
Pu Huaiyan looked down at the tiny head on his shoulder that was almost pressing against him, his heart turning into total mush. She raised her eyes, looking up at him pitifully.
He reached out and gently rubbed her head.
A delicate current of electricity surged through Shan Dai’s entire body, and she forced a very strained smile at him.
“Let me introduce you.” Acting every bit like a boyfriend, he introduced her identity and then introduced his friends to her.
First, he pointed to the man in the white shirt and white trousers. “Zhou Xiangming, my friend, and my schoolmate at Yale for several years. I’ve mentioned him to you before.”
Shan Dai offered the man a polite smile. The man nodded in a refined, gentlemanly gesture to acknowledge her.
Pu Huaiyan’s hand brushed past Shen Jiani, then past CiCi and her husband. “Little Ci and CiCi’s side, you already know.” He introduced another man further down: “This one, Zhao Tingzhi, is also a childhood friend. Although he’s also in business, he works in the public/government sector, so our paths no longer align.”
The group burst into laughter. The man in question pushed up his rimless glasses and gave a faint smile.
Among the remaining three people, one was his close brother and two were his relatives, all men; besides Shen Jiani and CiCi, there were no other girls. Some of the group had returned to live in the country while others happened to be domestically present recently, so they all came to attend his birthday banquet.
With a single glance, without exception, all of these people were exceptionally wealthy and powerful. Shan Dai was the person with the humblest background present, someone who couldn’t quite hold her own in such company. Moreover, most of these people had inherited rich family legacies and were individually successful in their careers, making her look even more lackluster in comparison.
Shan Dai tried hard to memorize each person, thinking that since he was seriously introducing her to them, she must remember them regardless. Giving others face was also giving him face, and giving him face would make his birthday just a bit happier.
Just as he finished speaking, the butler came over to invite everyone to take their seats in the dining room.
Everyone moved along boisterously.
Pu Huaiyan was the last to move, changing his grip on Shan Dai’s hand into a light, casual arm around her as he teased softly, “What are you nervous about? It’s not real anyway.”
Shan Dai murmured, “If it were real, I wouldn’t need to be nervous. It’s all your fault.”
“Mm, it’s my fault. Then stay a few more days in that free house as my compensation.”
“…” Serving his own selfish ends under a public pretext—his hidden motives were obvious to anyone, so wicked.
Seeing her quiet, pouting, annoyed expression, Pu Huaiyan felt so delighted his heart was ready to blossom. Beamingly, he led her to the Western dining room, soothing her as they walked, “I genuinely hope you’ll stay a few more days if you’re not in a hurry to go back. I usually stay late working overtime and won’t come back, staying directly at the hotel instead. This place is empty, so feel free to stay as you please.”
Shan Dai suddenly realized, “That’s pretty nice too. Traveling back and forth between the suburbs and the city center every day wastes a lot of time.”
“So living here by yourself is much more comfortable.”
“Mm, next time maybe,” she said vaguely.
Pu Huaiyan’s mind was as clear as a mirror, knowing she was brushing him off. He lowered his head and threatened, “Deceiving the birthday boy—how heartless.”
She burst into laughter, covering her lips with a guilty smile.
They arrived at the dining room.
The Western dining room held an American long dining table, fully set with Western dishes and desserts. Cakes were laid out in a cascading spread, with a row of candelabras and fresh flowers in the middle. The arrangement was exceedingly exquisite.
Everyone was already seated.
Pu Huaiyan walked toward the center seat. Seeing that others had naturally left a seat for her as well, Shan Dai could only silently walk over.
Pu Huaiyan pulled out the chair for her, and then they sat down together.
Everyone had already started eating. Shan Dai took a light sip of fruit tea, then picked up a fork to roll up a bit of salad that was easiest to eat, taking a small bite.
Someone like Pu Huaiyan who didn’t even like eating regular main meals clearly wouldn’t touch pre-meal appetizers. In her peripheral vision, he picked up a knife and was slicing a steak.
Perhaps having grown up in North America, influenced by the local culture, his knife-handling technique was exceedingly handsome and elegant—it was practically like a live demonstration by a master chef.
Shan Dai stole a glance, finding it aesthetically pleasing. He looked remarkably like a noble young master from an old American family. At this moment, the candlelight spilled over his shirt adorned with a brooch, casting a diagonal dividing line across his chest, looking extraordinarily handsome.
Of course, he was originally a noble young master. If he hadn’t returned to China, she wouldn’t have had the chance to meet someone like him in her next life either. Because let alone developing abroad, she hadn’t even been to Beijing before this trip.
Shan Dai didn’t dare touch the steak, because cutting that required strength, and her injured hand didn’t give her enough strength to cut steak while her stomach was empty.
The Western salad was pretty good. After taking a bite, she casually listened to the conversation of those around them.
“It’s rare for President Pu to be willing to hold a birthday banquet,” a man spoke up, smiling as he glanced at the birthday boy. “At first I thought he reached the age this year and suddenly had a change of heart. After all, when we wanted to celebrate his birthday before, he would actually complain that it was a waste of time. Now it seems it’s all because he has a girlfriend.”
The whole table instantly burst into laughter.
One of Pu Huaiyan’s younger cousins chimed in: “Isn’t there a saying? When a person is in a good mood, their heart becomes much broader. See, Brother Yan lets us waste his time today! Oh, today isn’t a waste—it’s coming to share his joy!”
The crowd’s laughter rippled out even more continuously.
Shan Dai didn’t even feel comfortable eating her salad anymore.
Pu Huaiyan cast a cool, neutral glance over, his magnetic voice chiming in: “Once you’ve eaten your food, be a mute if you can.”
“…”
The group burst into loud laughter.
A steak plate suddenly appeared before her eyes. Shan Dai quietly stared at the beautifully and finely sliced steak, then watched as Pu Huaiyan moved her untouched plate in front of himself.
He wasn’t in a hurry to eat, raising his wine glass instead.
Seeing this, everyone raised their glasses one after another.
“We haven’t wished Brother Yan a happy birthday yet! Now that we’ve eaten, small talk can wait, but what needs to be said must be said! I wish Brother Yan a happy birthday, and a harmonious union lasting a hundred years with Sister-in-law!”
Shan Dai: “…”
Everyone immediately started hooting and hollering, swirling their glasses as they came over to clink glasses with Pu Huaiyan: “A hundred years of harmony, a hundred years of harmony! When you’re in love, Brother Yan will be happy, and he’ll be happy every single day without needing a birthday!”
Laughter echoed in wave after wave.
“Happy birthday” resounded endlessly across the long table, accompanied by all kinds of blessings that never failed to include the phrase “a hundred years of harmony.”
Pu Huaiyan didn’t say another word to shut them up, clinking glasses with each of them with immense patience.
Until finally, his glass was placed before her eyes. Instinctively, Shan Dai raised the glass she had been holding for a while, moving her stiff hand to clink against his.
With a crisp sound, four eyes met beneath the flickering glass light. Under the hazy candlelight of the Western dining room, the man’s pitch-black eyes shimmered like firelight in an unseen place, dripping with affection that he didn’t bother to hide.
His thin lips curved into a subtle half-smile.
Enduring her shyness, Shan Dai whispered softly: “Happy birthday… May you be safe, at ease, peaceful, eat well, avoid stomach aches, and stay healthy forever.”
The man’s deep gaze flickered intensely.
Compared to everyone wishing him a hundred years of harmony, she naturally wouldn’t wish him something so ambiguous. But she remembered his bad stomach—she always remembered.
The sticky note inside his shirt pocket seemed to burn hot at this moment, searing right into his heart.
Pu Huaiyan took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you, Madam.”
“…”
The crowd instantly erupted into wild hooting: “My goodness! She’s already ‘Madam’?!”
Someone chimed in: “Could it be that you’ve already secretly gotten your marriage certificate?!”
Gasps followed: “Is that real or fake? The speed is way too fast! Brother, you’ve been back in the country for less than two years, and you already have a wife?!”
Someone stated with certainty: “No wonder he wanted to hold a birthday banquet today—turns out it’s to announce the marriage news!”
“Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!”
“Congratulations, Brother…”
After drinking her wine, Shan Dai shook her head and lowered her head, her fingers covering her hot forehead to block out the wild, tide-like gazes coming from in front of her.
Pu Huaiyan finally exercised moderation and explained to remind them: “We haven’t gotten a marriage certificate. Don’t act like wild horses off their reins. Haven’t you ever seen a term of endearment between lovers?”
“…” Shan Dai wanted to die.
After a round of gasps, everyone expressed their understanding one after another: “Seen it, seen it! Hahaha!”
“Seen it, Brother! Same sentence as before—a hundred years of harmony!”
“Then let’s wish President Pu an early marriage certificate with his sweetheart! When the time comes, you still have to host a banquet. How great is that? We can score another free meal!”
“Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law! Wishing you two get your marriage certificate soon!” CiCi called out to Shan Dai.
She was the person in the whole world who believed they were a couple the most, and genuinely wished for them to get married soon.
Shan Dai raised her head in extreme embarrassment, smiled at her, pursed her lips, and murmured softly, “Thank you.”
“Aww, Sister-in-law is so sweet!” CiCi’s eyes sparkled. Every time, she was captivated by Shan Dai’s looks.
Following that, the dining table began chatting excitedly over that compliment, talking about how she was so gorgeous she seemed untainted by earthly mortal dust. Exclamations rang out continuously at the dining table as if the main character had suddenly shifted. Moreover, whenever they talked about Pu Huaiyan, he would stop them, but when they praised her beauty, he enjoyed it the whole time, elegantly cutting his steak without stopping them.
Shan Dai was truly about to lose it. Not daring to speak any further, she could only silently bow her head and eat.
After taking two bites of steak, someone finally changed the topic.
“Remember two years ago in Toronto at the family banquet? A whole bunch of people tried to force Huaiyan to find a girlfriend, or else go on blind dates.”
Zhou Xiangming spoke up as he ate, “Huaiyan said he didn’t want to look for one, and that he’d go on blind dates when he was old and hemiplegic…”
Everyone laughed out loud.
Shan Dai was originally smiling faintly as well, but then the other party said the next sentence: “Turns out that day after finishing the meal and stepping out, he got into a car accident on the road. Half the car was smashed to pieces—no different from being hemiplegic.”
Shan Dai’s brain buzzed, freezing on the spot. She raised her head and stared straight at the man sitting diagonally opposite who was speaking.
Shen Jiani spoke up for the first time: “Right, right! When we got the phone call, the sky collapsed for the whole family!”
Zhou Xiangming looked at Shen Jiani beside him with a smile: “You still remember, Cici?”
“Of course! He was injured so severely. Later in the hospital, he suffered comminuted fractures to the point of being hemiplegic, yet he was still scolded by the family! Eldest Sister almost beat him up, saying if he had gone on blind dates earlier, nothing would have happened!”
“Right? Lying on the bed half-dead and still getting scolded—too miserable!” The man shook his head, sighing with emotion.
“He was so pitiful back then,” Shen Jiani said while stealing peeks at Shan Dai. “Now it’s great—nobody will scold him anymore.”
The group chimed in sentence by sentence, asking how long it took him to recover afterwards, leaving Shan Dai with little appetite for her food.
“Eat your food. Why stopped eating?” Pu Huaiyan’s voice drifted into her ears.
Shan Dai turned her head toward his side and asked in a low voice, “The injury was that severe? Did it all heal completely afterwards?”
“It healed. I stayed in the hospital for a few months, and every ailment was cured.” He didn’t seem to take it to heart.
Yet Shan Dai’s heart thudded wildly hearing it. A few months? Looking at the man with a light, calm face, she felt very uncomfortable inside—especially thinking about him being scolded while still on his hospital bed.
“Why did they scold you? You were already in an accident,” she picked up a piece of steak, unable to hold back from speaking.
“They exaggerated. It was just because I didn’t listen to my elders and go on blind dates. My elders said if I had gone on blind dates earlier, it wouldn’t have become a self-fulfilling prophecy. They didn’t really scold me much,” he explained to her rather casually. “They are all family relatives; no one would truly scold me. It’s fine.”
“Family relatives?”
“Mm.”
“Did your parents not make it to the hospital?”
“My parents are divorced. They basically haven’t been present in my life. During the half year I was hospitalized, the two of them combined visited no more times than I can count on one hand. So they were even less likely to scold me. Eldest Sister, who manages family affairs, just scolded a few sentences, that’s all.”
Shan Dai’s heart was struck once again like a chiming clock, a long, reverberating toll ringing out.
—Divorced, half a year, no more than can be counted on one hand.
Pu Huaiyan took a sip of wine and picked up the bottle to pour more. Shan Dai watched him, picked up her wine glass, and clinked it against his.
He said, “Don’t drink too much. Red wine has a strong after-effect; you’ll feel uncomfortable in a bit.” He leaned close and whispered gently in her ear, “Drink some juice.”
Saying that, he downed his glass in one gulp once more.
Shan Dai didn’t know how good his alcohol tolerance was. The last time she saw him drink was with Lu Zhixing during a business dinner where everyone just drank symbolically with great restraint.
He had already drunk several glasses today.
However, with so many people present and at home, on a rare occasion like his birthday, she didn’t want to remind him too early either.
“Then in the hospital, who took care of you?” she asked casually.
Pu Huaiyan: “Little Ci’s parents live in Toronto. When my accident happened in Toronto, it was basically the two of them taking care of me. Uncle and Aunt are quite affectionate with each other.”
“Did other relatives go to see you?” She didn’t know why she couldn’t restrain herself from caring about these matters, only feeling an unstoppable ache in her heart.
Pu Huaiyan seemed to think for a moment, and finally gave a faint nod: “They did. Most people visited me more times than my parents.” He suddenly gave a light smile, “Though…”
Most visited more than his parents, yet he suddenly smiled for some unknown reason. Shan Dai looked at him, not quite understanding: “What’s wrong?”
He said playfully, “In my family, there are more people divorced than not divorced. So, maybe the number of people visiting me wasn’t as high as for ordinary people. Everyone was pretty busy, and they didn’t go in couples either. When they had time, they’d drop by—once every ten days or half a month.”
Shan Dai clearly felt a needle-like prick of pain in her heart. Being so wealthy—the Pu Clan Worldwide Family on Wikipedia being so wealthy, the Yanxin Family being so massive—yet there were more divorced people than non-divorced ones. To the extent that when he was hospitalized for several months, not many people came to the hospital to visit him.
During that period, he just lay on the hospital bed all alone.
Just two years ago, not distant from now at all—back then, Pu Huaiyan lived that kind of life.
And what about her? She was filled with joy preparing to get married.
Pu Huaiyan placed a newly served dish onto her plate—it was just brought out by the servants, freshly cooked seafood. He cut the conch meat neatly, placed it on her plate, drizzled sauce over it, and told her to eat it while it was hot.
Shan Dai looked on quietly, using her fork to pick up the seafood while thinking: Was Pu Huaiyan’s perfect yet fearless foundation in life formed by this childhood experience? The lonely days, the chaotic family, all ties of kinship falling apart—making him fearless in loving a divorced woman. As long as this woman possessed the love he needed, he was willing to work wildly hard for it until he possessed it.
He was gentlemanly, gentle, good-tempered, calm, cultured, and took proper care of her down to every detail—these were also forced upon him by everything broken in his past.
Now, all sorts of friends and relatives around him were stepping into the fortress of marriage. Pu Huaiyan was someone unwilling to conform to rules and go on step-by-step blind dates, because he knew deep down that for marriage, even mutual affection might not last, let alone blind dates. But deep down inside, he might truly, truly long for a family.
She remembered last night when she held an umbrella for him on the long street; he was so, so shocked, a gaze she hadn’t forgotten.
It was because when he was hospitalized for months, his parents barely visited him, whereas she—someone who was practically a stranger—would hold an umbrella for him in a violent rainstorm.
Only at this moment did Shan Dai fully understand what Pu Huaiyan was infatuated with her for. She remembered the first time she met him at the dinner table with Lu Zhixing, where during that meal, she had reminded him to drink less due to his bad stomach.
Her words laid the foundation for his feelings to grow wildly, and Pu Huaiyan had never turned back since.
She might be the person who loved him most in this world—such an absurd sentence was actually true.
“Is it delicious?” Seeing her lost in thought, Pu Huaiyan couldn’t help but ask.
“Delicious.” She tilted her head, looking at the conch meat on his plate.
Pu Huaiyan picked it up with his fork and fed it right to her lips.
Thinking that he had fed her before anyway, Shan Dai opened her mouth directly and bit into it without ceremony.
Pu Huaiyan clearly hadn’t expected her to be so obedient today, instantly smiling—even happier than if he had eaten it himself.
Shan Dai felt shy, pretending not to see him smile, sitting up properly and eating her seafood seriously.
“Back then when we went to the hospital every day, I brought a bouquet of flowers every time, yet Brother kept complaining that I was visiting a grave! Do you remember, Brother Ming?!” Shen Jiani’s voice drifted over.
Zhou Xiangming laughed, “Remember, remember! So mean—we worked from dawn to dusk to visit him, yet he wasn’t grateful at all.”
Shan Dai understood now. The ones who could visit him daily were Shen Jiani and his close brother. The elders probably dropped by whenever they had time, while his parents almost never showed their faces from beginning to end.
“When his injuries healed and he was discharged, Taiheng had reached a point where it had to be dealt with. To dodge the blind date barrage from the elders, he took the initiative to return and take over. Then as soon as he came back, he offended all the Taiheng executives, resulting in several accidents happening during that half year,” someone said. “He would’ve been better off not coming back.”
Shan Dai’s knife and fork clinked against the plate, making a soft clatter. Receiving Pu Huaiyan’s gaze, she awkwardly tightened her grip.
A hand with distinct joints reached over, holding her hand and gently prying her fingers open. “Your injury hasn’t healed yet. Be careful not to bump your palm.”
The group continued chatting casually while watching their affectionate display.
“Right, that group at Taiheng was ruthless enough. Finding trouble every few days—forcing cars off the road was considered mild.” A man asked Zhou Xiangming, “I heard that last time on Changan Avenue, half the front of his car was smashed to pieces?”
“Yeah, I saw the photos.”
Shan Dai’s breathing grew hurried as she turned her head to ask the man himself, “Then were you injured?”
It was the first time Pu Huaiyan received her direct concern. After his heart skipped half a beat, the corners of his mouth curled up. “Minor injury, not serious.”
“That time wasn’t serious, but the time at Jianguomen later was serious. He suffered a bone fracture from the crash,” Sui Yuan said.
Shan Dai looked over at him.
Pu Huaiyan also looked over: “Shut up, talk about something else. You’re making my girlfriend worry. It’s all in the past, what’s there to talk about?”
Everyone laughed, casting ambiguous glances at Shan Dai one after another.
Sui Yuan smiled and apologized to Shan Dai, “Sister-in-law, sorry about that, sorry! Forgot you might not know. It’s fine now, it’s all in the past.”
Shan Dai gave a bitter smile, “It’s fine, go ahead and talk.”
The butler brought servants over to serve pasta.
Pu Huaiyan used a fork to roll up a portion of pasta for Shan Dai and placed it on her steak plate. “Eat something; you’ve barely eaten two bites.”
Shan Dai picked up her wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then choked slightly.
“Drink slowly.” Pu Huaiyan reached over to pat her back gently.
Shan Dai went to pour more wine again.
Pu Huaiyan went to grab the wine bottle, and during the tug-of-war, red wine spilled onto his beige shirt.
Shan Dai was startled.
“It’s fine.” He set down the wine bottle and coaxed her gently, “Drink some juice, eat something, and we’ll have cake in a bit. Be good, I’ll just go change my clothes and come right back.”
He stood up and left the table.
Shan Dai sat alone in a daze, imagining in her mind the situation he faced during those first six months after returning to China. In his later interviews, he hadn’t mentioned a single word about it, summarizing the entire reorganization of Taiheng Group in just one sentence.
She couldn’t help but picture him lying in a hospital bed abroad for several months two years ago.
A fine, dense ache spread across her heart like wind. She suspected she had truly fallen for him—certain, positive, she really liked him.
Unbeknownst to her when, her shoulders were lightly brushed by two fingers, and a familiar cedar scent returned to linger beside her.
Shan Dai turned her head.
At a glance, she saw Pu Huaiyan wearing a Charles blue shirt with a subtle pattern, looking exceptionally handsome.
He met her eyes, his eyes carrying a smile.
Shan Dai’s face turned beet red.
She almost suspected he had spilled the wine on himself on purpose just now—what a big bad guy!
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