Shen Haiyang's words sounded like they had touched a nerve with Shen Jichuan.
Shen Jichuan, with a fierce look in his eyes, rebuked him sharply.
"Shen Haiyang, shut up. If you're so capable, why didn't you handle this matter yourself back then? Why did you ask me to clean up your mess?"
Seeing that his father was angry, Shen Haiyang immediately shut up.
He quickly apologized: "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I was just angry."
"Besides, why would you take a fancy to Wen Qiao? She's not good enough for you."
Shen Haiyang is like that; if things don't go well, he apologizes immediately.
He didn't dare to provoke his father any further, so he said a few words and left.
As for where he went, Shen Haiyang didn't say.
Shen Jichuan wasn't in the mood to care about him.
Li Ling glanced at Shen Jichuan, then ran out with a worried expression on her face.
He shouted, "Haiyang, where are you going? Why are you arguing with your dad? You've been father and son for over ten years, your dad will definitely protect you."
Li Ling said that on purpose.
Wen Qiao had no interest in listening to what Li Ling had to say; she had been frightened by Shen Jichuan's temper earlier.
She looked down at Shen Jichuan, who was sitting on the sofa without saying a word.
For a moment, Wen Qiao didn't know what to say.
She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Sir, I'll go upstairs now. I have to go to night school later."
Shen Jichuan gave a casual "hmm".
But as Wen Qiao walked upstairs...
He got up and followed.
Wen Qiao opened the door and was about to go in.
But then Shen Jichuan arrived in pursuit.
Before she could ask any questions, Shen Jichuan blocked the door with one hand and entered her room.
He grabbed Wen Qiao's chin with one hand, turned around, and pressed her against the door.
His cold gaze was fixed on her, and his thin lips parted slightly as he asked her directly.
"Wen Qiao, of what you just said, which one was true and which one was false?"
Wen Qiao was stunned by this question.
What did Shen Jichuan mean by that?
"Sir, are you drunk?"
Shen Jichuan asked coldly, "Do I look drunk to you? You said you like me, but what do you like about me?"
Wen Qiao paused for a moment.
Seriously? Has no one ever told Shen Jichuan, this old man, that he likes someone?
He seemed to take her casual remark seriously.
At this moment, Shen Jichuan resembled a child begging to be liked.
Wen Qiao suddenly realized that she had been deceived by Shen Jichuan.
I felt a little guilty.
But Shen Jichuan's gaze was frighteningly cold.
It's as if she were to say that what she just said was all a lie to fool him.
He really would strangle her.
Wen Qiao's eyes softened, and she coaxed him with kind words:
"Of course, it's true. You are really outstanding. You are tall and strong, calm and mature. You may seem aloof, but you are very kind to people."
“Take Sister Ling for example. She’s just a nanny. She’s only good to you because you took care of Shen Haiyang as he grew up. Outsiders don’t know this and might think she’s the mistress of the Shen family.”
“Isn’t it a duty for a nanny to take care of the child? You’ve paid her before, so why do you act like you owe her something?”
"You've been so good to me. You knew I needed to study, and you even gave me money."
"I like you..." is the right thing to do.
Wen Qiao didn't say what happened next.
But those words were indeed meant to deceive her; she was only trying to appease Shen Jichuan.
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