Chapter 350
Jian Han hung up the phone, carried her bag, and went out the bathroom door.
Walking along the corridor, she could see couples tangling together everywhere. Today was July 7th — Chinese Valentine’s day.
What was he doing?
He was probably with Li Beibei.
Jian Han laughed at herself bleakly, looked down, and walked alone. The lights in the corridor stretched her shadow out. She looked so lonely.
She was like a moving lonely soul, cold all over.
“Sister Jian.”
Ning Qing came running over.
Just then, she heard the man behind her cursing in English, then footsteps rang out; he was chasing her.
“Ah,” Ning Qing screamed and ran forward quickly.
After running more than a dozen steps, they happened to run past a few passers-by. The passers-by looked at them one after another, everyone covered their mouths, and laughed. “We should not have come out during Chinese Valentine’s day, we’ll just be abused by every couple. See how sweet they are.”
What sweetness.
She wasn’t feeling sweet.
Ning Qing coughed and realized that she had a faint smile on the corners of her mouth. She flattened her smile out quickly and turned to look at him.
The man wasn’t chasing her at all. He was still standing in the middle of the hall.
Compared with the panic she had just experienced, he stood calmly, straight and composed, and the crystal chandelier in the center of the hall sprinkled a charming light on his sculpted face.
The passers-by kept looking at the man. “That man is so handsome.”
Only then did Ning Qing know that he had tricked her.
B*stard!
Ning Qing glared at him fiercely. She was so angry that she hummed and ran up the stairs.
When the little woman had completely disappeared from his field of vision, Lu Shaoming took back his tender gaze. He walked to the door with his long legs.
Two serving ladies stood by the door. They looked at Lu Shaoming one after another.
They stood here every day and had encountered many dignitaries, but this was the first time they had seen such a handsome, noble man.
The fine fabric wrapped around the man’s exquisite body. The metal buckle at his waist and the wristwatch on his hand were luxurious. The sharp knife-edged trousers lined his two long legs, and his shiny black leather shoes stepped on the marble floor, each step radiating a firm and brilliant arc in the light of crystal chandeliers.
He was a man who could turn money into temperament.
When Lu Shaoming came, the serving ladies bowed respectfully and opened the door for him.
Lu Shaoming did not fail to notice the admiring gazes of those two women, but he did not show much expression as he had become accustomed to it.
He walked out and got in the car.
Lu Shaoming sat in the driver’s seat for a while, then he reached out his right arm to the back seat and took out a medicine box.
There was a bottle of medicine in the box.
He sucked the bottle of medicine into the syringe with a needle, then skillfully rolled up his shirt sleeve on his right arm with his left hand and inserted the slender needle into his arm and pushed it in.
Head resting against the seat, Lu Shaoming buried his head into the seat lazily, waiting for the kick of the medicine to pass. He looked sideways towards the direction of the bar.
Waiting for her to come.
Jian Han stood by the door, her mind was in a mess and she had a lot of thoughts.
Should she go in or not?
She shook her head in her heart. She shouldn’t go in. Why bother to provoke him after six years when the two parallel lines had already had an unexpected intersection and returned to their normal states?
And what would they be after she went in?
Jian Han turned around and left.
But her footsteps stopped again, she closed her eyes. She knew how fast her heart was beating. To be honest…
Admit it, she wants to go in.
She has been accustomed to all these years of loneliness, but being accustomed didn’t mean that she liked it. She would wake up from her dreams in tears every night. She misses those beautiful days of her innocent youth so much.
Seeing him again, her heart would still pound for him. Seeing him with Li Beibei, she would still be jealous. After she was kissed by him, her body still reacted.
A thousand and ten thousand voices in her ear told her that she still loved him.
What if she doesn’t go in?
Lu Shaoming told her that there would be other women going in if she did not enter. Lu Shaoming also told her that he had waited for her for years and had led a very clean life; his body and mind had remained loyal to her.
For six years, he had been standing in place and waiting for her.
He was her lover whom time could not erase.
Jian Han looked up for a moment, forcing back the wetness in her eyes. She compromised with herself. She turned around and went to the door. She put her hand on the door and pushed the door open.
There was a hazy yellow lamp in the room. It was soft and dim, and it emanated a sense of love and ambiguity. She looked forward. The man stood composed and straight by the window, one hand in his trousers pocket, lighting a cigarette with the other.
He was smoking.
She could not see his face clearly through the smoke surrounding him. When she had just stepped in, his actions paused for a moment before he took another puff and snuffed the cigarette butt in the ashtray with his right hand.
He looked sideways at her.