Chapter 66 Holding an Umbrella for Her
But after a moment of silence, Shen Wenzhong said coldly, "What can we do? Let's resolve the housing issue first."
Shen Wenzhong seemed completely unconcerned about what Lu Yanchuan had said earlier, and it sounded as if Zheng Lixuan's question had nothing to do with that topic.
Shen Wenzhong began to blame Zheng Lixuan, "If you hadn't done such a dishonest thing, things wouldn't have turned out like this today!"
"It's one thing if you have a few little schemes, but to pick the anniversary of her mother's death? Are you brain-dead? Are you crazy?" Shen Wenzhong cursed.
Zheng Lixuan had had enough of being bullied today, and her voice became much harsher, "I'm not fair? Then why don't you remind me! Isn't it normal that I don't remember her death anniversary? But you!"
"You don't even remember the anniversary of your ex-wife's death! That's even more outrageous!" Zheng Lixuan said angrily.
Shen Li listened to their dog-eat-dog argument from outside, but there was nothing of substance to it.
Too lazy to listen anymore, he picked up his things and left the Shen family's house.
She walked outside the residential area, as if the breath she had been holding in had finally been released.
Shen Li walked to the flower bed outside the residential area, slowly squatted down, and didn't think about calling a car right away.
She just... wanted to take it easy.
Feeling that I should slow down, I hugged my knees and squatted into a self-protective posture.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, the wind picked up and rustled the leaves, and raindrops began to fall, large ones staining the ground with mottled dark patches.
Shen Li remained squatting there, without moving.
Not far away, a luxury car was parked there, not started, not lit, and not moving.
Zhou Yan, sitting in the passenger seat, whispered to the man in the back seat, "Mr. Lu, it's raining, and your wife is still squatting there."
Lu Yanchuan frowned as he looked at the woman who was still squatting by the roadside, who seemed to have no intention of getting up.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier.
The man's handsome face was furrowed more and more deeply by his sharp eyebrows.
The rain was getting heavier, but Shen Li didn't want to move. She just wanted to squat like this. It felt good to squat like this, curled up in a ball, feeling safe.
After my mother's accident, she was in a state of self-isolation for a long time, not speaking and basically not communicating with anyone.
They often curl up like this, huddled together in a corner.
It's a posture of self-protection.
Later, when I was young and experienced bullying at school, I would curl up in a ball like this.
Later, I learned judo, and no one bullied me anymore. Things gradually got better, and I haven't huddled up in such a self-protective posture for a long time.
Even today.
Even as the rain intensified, it seemed to have no effect on Shen Li.
Perhaps getting soaked in this heavy rain will actually help her clear her head.
But amidst the rumbling thunder and rain, a faint sound seemed to drift in from afar.
It was... footsteps.
Very steady footsteps.
Even just listening to it felt somewhat familiar, but Shen Li didn't even want to lift her head.
She just kept her head down, watching the raindrops gather in her hair before falling to the ground.
There was a click.
The heavy rain that had been falling on her head stopped.
Shen Li slowly raised her head. The first thing she saw was a pair of exquisitely crafted calfskin derby shoes, followed by two long, straight legs wrapped in well-tailored, sharp trousers.
Above that is a shirt that accentuates a narrow waistline, revealing a broad chest and shoulders...
The man stood in the rain under the streetlights, holding an umbrella by himself.
Meanwhile, the other umbrella in his other hand opened with a click and tilted over Shen Li's head, providing her with a peaceful shelter.
Shen Li squatted there, looking up at him intently.
The heavy rain soaked her hair, and even her eyelashes were covered with tiny specks of water, whether from rain or tears, it was hard to tell.
The light from the streetlights reflected in her shimmering eyes.
His tall, upright figure was also reflected in her shimmering eyes.
The fingers holding the umbrella were long and slender, and the ring on the ring finger was the same style as the ring on her ring finger.
Shen Li blinked, still staring intently at him.
Lu Yanchuan seemed to sigh softly, squatted down, and put the umbrella into her hand.
Shen Li squatted there blankly, holding the umbrella in her hand, like a mushroom in the heavy rain.
But soon, the mushrooms were pulled up.
The umbrella he had been holding over his head was now overturned and lying on the ground.
“…!” Shen Li gasped, her eyes widening.
One hand was still firmly gripping the umbrella, while the other hand was tightly wrapped around his neck.
Shen Li could hear her own heart pounding violently.
Why hasn't he left yet?
Some questions only belatedly popped into my mind.
My gift box!
Shen Li suddenly turned her head and looked towards the side of the flower bed!
Zhou Yan had already gotten out of the car to retrieve her belongings.
When things quieted down again, I was already sitting in the back seat of a luxury car.
She was soaked to the bone, enveloped in a thick layer of moisture, and the cool air from the air conditioner made her nose itch.
Just as I was about to sneeze, a coat was pulled down over my head, as if it carried some warm body heat.
There was also a very obvious cedar scent, just like the one on him.
The scent of cedar is usually crisp and cold, but at this moment, it didn't make anyone feel cold.
Shen Li wrapped his coat tighter around himself and realized he was shivering quite badly.
Perhaps it was because I felt cold after being caught in the rain and then turning on the air conditioner, or perhaps it was because I felt a chill in my heart after hearing such terrible news.
Shen Li sneezed softly, her nose turning slightly red.
She looked pitiful.
After being soaked by the heavy rain, her silk shirt became slightly transparent, clinging to her body and showing off her graceful curves.
Lu Yanchuan looked down at her, his deep eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze even carrying a hint of danger.
Shen Li vaguely sensed his gaze. Just as she was about to look up, an absorbent towel was draped over her head, blocking her entire view.
Then a strong but not rough force landed on her head, pressing the absorbent towel against her head and rubbing it for a while.
Zhou Yan had already retrieved the gift boxes and cakes, got into the car, and turned to ask, "Mr. Lu, where are we going now?"
“A refined villa,” Lu Yanchuan said.
Shen Li, who was covered by a towel, was stunned when she heard this. "No, I'm not going."
She suddenly poked her head out from under the towel, like a gopher suddenly emerging from the sand.
Slightly damp strands of hair were scattered messily on her head and cheeks.
Lu Yanchuan stared at her for two seconds, then covered her back into the towel and said to Zhou Yan, "Go to Danzhou Road."
Shen Li then reached out and grasped Lu Yanchuan's hand, stopping him from continuing to rub her head.
Shen Li quickly said to Zhou Yan, "I'm not going to Yashu or Danzhou Road. I have other places to go."
Shen Li gave the studio's address, "Just take me there."
But the car didn't move, and the doors were locked.
Unless the man beside her agrees, the car won't take her anywhere she wants to go.
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