Chapter 91

In the early morning of Chen Garden, the small garden was filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, but the side hall was in a mess.

Shen Jinghan lowered his handsome face slightly, stretched out his hand to block the door, and looked at her quietly.

Lin Ran's body stiffened when he looked at her, and she fled into the kitchen without a second thought.

Breakfast was still hot in the kitchen, with porridge cooking in the pot, dumplings in the steamer emitting fragrance, and sweet potatoes and sweet corn also steamed.

The Shen family is large, and the kitchen prepares Chinese and Western food every morning, including frying eggs, cooking two bowls of beef noodles, or frying some bacon.

Lin Ran picked up the toast, toasted a piece of bread, picked up two sweet potatoes and a basket of dumplings on the plate, poured a glass of milk, brought it to the window, and lowered her head to eat.

"I thought it was prepared for me." Shen Jinghan saw her sitting down to eat silently, with her long hair scattered and her oval face, looking indescribably fresh and lovely. He immediately took a sip of coffee, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Did she always eat here? Sitting by the window, eating quietly and alone?

Lin Ran didn't even raise her head. After what happened last night, she felt hopeless, so she didn't want to endure it any longer.

Shen Jinghan narrowed her eyes slightly, but did not get angry. She put down her coffee, picked up the same breakfast as hers, and sat down to eat.

As soon as the man sat down, the small table, which was not spacious to begin with, instantly became cramped and small.

Shen Jinghan had no appetite. No one would be in a good mood after not sleeping all night and having a big fight with someone early in the morning.

He lowered his eyes and drank his coffee, watching her eating the steamed sweet potatoes like a little hamster, and then licking them with her pink little tongue after finishing.

Chen Jinghan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he tightened his grip on the coffee. Seeing her eating so happily, his mood finally improved a little, and he also took a bite of the sweet potato.

Sweet and sticky.

Her taste has always been like this. She likes to eat sweets, especially candies. She often has toothaches in the middle of the night and comes to him crying.

The events of more than ten years ago are still vivid in my mind, as if they happened just yesterday.

Shen Jinghan placed the sweet potatoes on the plate in front of her, his voice slightly hoarse: "It's too sweet, you eat it."

Lin Ran pushed the plate away.

Her heart was as hard as a knife, and she was cold and unhappy. She was no longer the little girl who was happy when she was coaxed and would get hurt even if she bumped into something.

Shen Jinghan pursed his thin lips, took the sweet potato back, and ate it all.

"Are you planning on never speaking to me again?"

Lin Ran put down her chopsticks with a thud, stood up, and looked at him. The man had a handsome, pale complexion, narrow, phoenix eyes that were slightly tilted upwards, a high nose bridge, and ruthless thin lips. Having just woken up, he had a touch of laziness and gentleness that was more than usual, reminiscent of the protagonists of the British films she watched in her youth.

Gentlemanly, elegant, and ruthless, he fulfilled all her dreams as a girl.

Because he has a good appearance, no matter how cruel or bad the things he does, he does not look so hateful.

But she knew it was time to break up with him.

Lin Ran brought the finished plate to the counter, and someone grabbed her wrist fiercely.

Shen Jinghan's handsome face darkened slightly, and he asked again: "Are you planning to never talk to me again in this life?"

Her face was cold. There was no point in saying more. She didn't want to speak. She was too tired.

She just wanted to do her work and live quietly, and didn't want to be entangled with him anymore, so they let each other go.

Shen Jinghan's expression suddenly darkened, and he gripped her hand tighter.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Shen Zhuoyu lazily leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and smiled, "If someone didn't know, they would think you were bullying our little adopted daughter."