He can't bear it.

Perhaps realizing that his words were a bit too much, Chu Xi suppressed his anger, his expression a little unnatural, "Didn't I ask you to help me make an appointment with Mr. Qin today?"

"Is it done?"

"Okay, I'll take you there now." Yu En still had the same tone, as if Chu Xi's words had no effect on him at all. Only by his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel could one see the slight uneasiness in his heart.

In the car when Lin Chunhuan and Chu Shaoting were returning home together, there was endless silence, and the warmth and harmony that they had when they came were completely gone.

Having become accustomed to Lin Chunhuan's affectionate offensive, Chu Shaoting actually felt a little uncomfortable all over when the atmosphere cooled down, but he couldn't help but worry about Chu Xi's emotions.

His whole body was filled with tangled emotions. He looked at Lin Chunhuan for a while, as if he wanted to say something, and then looked out the window, as if looking for someone.

"If you have something to do, Marshal, go ahead. I can go home by myself." Lin Chunhuan lowered her head, and the book in her hand was not opened, but was tightly gripped by her nails.

If it were in the past, after hearing Lin Chunhuan's words, Chu Shaoting would have turned around and left without hesitation. He was really worried that Chu Xi would misunderstand something because of what happened today.

I was anxious and wanted to go back and explain immediately.

But now, after hearing the words "Young Marshal", he couldn't hear a single word of what was said afterwards. He frowned and stared at the incredibly beautiful face in front of him, and said in a low voice, "What did you call me?"

Since being discharged from the hospital, Lin Chunhuan has been calling his name. This sudden change made Chu Shaoting feel very uncomfortable for some reason.

But Lin Chunhuan raised his head stubbornly, "Of course I should call you Young Marshal, is there anything wrong with that?"

"Huihui." Holding his breath and looking cold for a while, Chu Shaoting hesitated, but softened his tone. "I did that because I was afraid Chu Xi would be sad. She has a soft personality. I..."

"So, Marshal Chu, you can trample on my face?"

Tears flowed before she could speak. Even though Lin Chunhuan bit her lip, tilted her head back, and stubbornly wiped away the tears that had already fallen from her face, "You promised me that you would give me the dignity of Madam Chu."

"If you can't do it, then don't say it!"

"You pushed me away in front of so many people. You... you know that everyone today is reminding me to be careful of Chu Xi. She wants to steal my man."

"Chu Shaoting, where should I put my face?"

Chu Shaoting was of course well aware of the temperaments of those noble ladies. He immediately unbuttoned the buttons around his neck in frustration and said, "I'm breaking my promise today."

"But Huihui, I love her, so I can't just stand by and watch her suffer. I hope you understand."

Her calm eyes fell on Chu Shaoting. After a long while, Lin Chunhuan asked the driver to stop the car. In Chu Shaoting's puzzled eyes, she said, "Go find her."

"I know you've wanted to leave for a long time."

"I……"

Chu Shaoting subconsciously wanted to explain, but this time, Lin Chunhuan turned his face directly to the window, "Hurry up and leave! If I regret it and make a scene, you can forget about going!"

As soon as Allen Chu got out of the car, Lin Chunhuan didn't even hesitate. She wiped the tears from her face and smiled a little. "Let's not go back to the villa first. Take me to Rongtai."

The driver was someone Lin Chunhuan brought from the Jiao family. He was specially arranged for her by Mr. Jiao, so she felt particularly safe using him.

At this time, Lin Chunhuan no longer had the sadness she had just shown. She straightened her dress, walked into Rongtai, and knocked on a door as if she was familiar with it.

"Master Qin, long time no see."

Seeing the face in front of him, Qin Song was slightly stunned. The hand holding the door handle unconsciously clenched, and even the voice he spoke was extremely unnatural, "How could it be..."

"Master Qin must be very curious why Chu Xi isn't the one coming, right?" Lin Chunhuan smiled, pursing her lips. "It's a pity that Chu Xi is probably being held back by Young Marshal Chu right now, so she probably won't be able to come for a while."

"If possible, Mr. Qin, would you like to talk to me?"

Qin Song obviously didn't expect that after what happened last time, the person in front of him could still talk to him in such an attitude.

No, he didn't even think that this person would come to him on his own initiative!

Glancing towards the room at the back, Lin Chunhuan blinked, "If Mr. Qin is free, perhaps we can go in and talk?"

"Go in?"

Qin Song glanced back, the smile on his lips tinged with coldness, "Why, Mrs. Chu, aren't you afraid that a lunatic like me might do something to you again?"

"Whether you're scared or not, you'll know after you go in."

Seeing the person in front of him lift his hair naturally, Qin Song moved his lips and finally made way for half of his body, "Come in."

The decoration of this house is obviously inconsistent with the overall decoration of Rongtai. It should be the house rented by Qin Song for a long time. All the styles are very close to his personality.

Today, Qin Song was not wearing his signature white Tang suit, but a well-tailored dark blue striped suit, which made his already excellent figure even more perfect.

Even the somewhat sinister aura was softened a bit.

He doesn't look like the boss of a gang like Mingyuehui, but more like a businessman.

Qin Song sat down with an indifferent expression, his drooping eyelids concealing his uncontrollable emotions. "Last time, I was impulsive and offended Mrs. Chu. I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't have said sorry to me." Lin Chunhuan didn't sit down. He just casually walked around the room, fiddled with the bed curtains a few times, and turned back. "The person Mr. Qin should really apologize to is Xuehui, not me."

Qin Song was stunned when he heard this, and obviously didn't understand what Lin Chunhuan meant.

However, Lin Chunhuan was not in the mood to explain for the time being. He just smiled and pulled the curtains tightly.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed. Lin Chunhuan clapped his hands and continued, "You said you loved her, but you don't seem to understand her at all."

"Master Qin, in your heart, do the three words Jiao Xuehui represent scheming and clinging to the powerful?"

"Of course not!"

Although he didn't know what Lin Chunhuan meant, Qin Song subconsciously retorted, his eyes red, "I know you are the best girl in the world."

"It's me...it's me who's not good enough. It's me who doesn't deserve it."

"I want to emphasize again that the person you need to apologize to is Jiao Xuehui, not me." Lin Chunhuan walked up to Qin Song and looked directly into his eyes. "Let me introduce myself. My last name is Lin."

"Lin Chunhuan."