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The two not only bought clothes, but Sheng Xia also picked out a lot of cosmetics for Wen Yixing.
Sheng Xia disliked Fang Shiyan, so when buying things, she would always pick out the best and most expensive skincare and cosmetic products for Wen Yixing.
After buying all these things, it was getting late. Sheng Xia had to go back to the store for her shift, so Wen Yixing prepared to go home.
As Wen Yixing walked out of the mall, she was about to call her family driver when she received a call from him first.
The driver's voice sounded somewhat helpless: "Madam, the young master got into a fight with other children at school, and the teacher wants the parents to come over."
Wen Yixing was taken aback, and asked anxiously, "You were in a fight? Are you hurt?"
Driver: "The young master is alright, but the kid who fought with him got injured."
Wen Yixing: "Okay, I'll be right there."
Wen Yixing knows her son well. Since starting kindergarten, Fang Jingyao has been a little naughty at times, but most of the time he is very obedient. Moreover, he is very smart and should not cause trouble on his own initiative.
However, as a mother, Wen Yixing was inevitably worried when her child was injured at kindergarten.
After leaving the mall, it started to drizzle. The family driver hadn't arrived yet, and Wen Yixing was getting a little anxious.
Just as she was debating whether to take the subway or a taxi, a black car slowly pulled up in front of her through the rain.
The wind stirred up by the car made her long dress sway gently, and her figure gradually reflected on the black car window.
Wen Yixing wasn't interested in the brand of the luxury car, but she could tell that the car was beautifully designed and probably quite expensive.
She had never seen this car before; it wasn't one of Fang Shiyan's family's cars.
While Wen Yixing was in a daze, the rear window slowly rolled down, and Wen Yixing could clearly see the man sitting behind the car seat.
He was wearing a black suit, and his aggressive gaze was fixed on her.
Wen Yixing couldn't help but grip the umbrella handle tightly.
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"Turn the temperature up a bit," Shen Jingshao instructed the driver in the front of the car in a deep voice.
Wen Yixing was dressed lightly and didn't feel cold inside the mall, but she felt the temperature was a bit low after she came out.
As the temperature dropped, her right arm started to feel uncomfortable again.
But since it was someone else's car, Wen Yixing couldn't say anything.
However, she did not expect Shen Jingshao to be so observant. Shen Jingshao was wearing many clothes, so he must not be cold.
Although Shen Jingshao didn't say that he turned up the air conditioning specifically for her, Wen Yixing still whispered, "Thank you."
The carriage was relatively quiet. Wen Yixing sat quietly, looking out the window without looking around.
To be honest, she didn't know why she got into Shen Jingshao's car on a whim. At that time, Shen Jingshao personally got out of the car to open the door for her and even helped her carry her things.
By the time she realized what was happening, she was already sitting in Shen Jingshao's car.
The scent inside Shen Jingshao's car was very comforting, with a faint sandalwood fragrance.
She never had any male friends, and since marrying Fang Shiyan, she had never sat alone in a train carriage with a man.
Moreover, this person is still Shen Jingshao.
Wen Yixing was unsure of what to say.
"Has something happened to the child?"
Just as Wen Yixing was staring blankly out the window, Shen Jingshao interrupted her thoughts.
His voice was deep and pleasant, completely different from Fang Shiyan's aloofness.
Wen Yixing turned around, looked at Shen Jingshao, and replied softly, "Yes, I heard from the family driver that he got into a conflict with other children."
“It’s normal for kids to have conflicts,” Shen Jingshao said, looking at her. “Don’t worry.”
It's unclear what magic his voice possessed, but Wen Yixing was indeed calmed down by him, and her anxiety subsided.
When the topic of children came up, Wen Yixing naturally became much more relaxed.
After chatting for a while, Wen Yixing gradually realized that Shen Jingshao was not as difficult to get along with as she had imagined. He would find topics to talk about, and it was very comfortable to chat with him.
Seeing that Wen Yixing kept pressing her right arm, Shen Jingshao asked her in a low voice, "Is your arm uncomfortable?"
Wen Yixing was slightly taken aback: "Yes, a little. I was injured before, and my arm always feels a bit uncomfortable whenever it rains."
Shen Jingshao took out a black, cloth-like object from the back of the carriage. It had a faint herbal scent. He handed it to Shen Jingshao and said, "Use this as a compress. It will make you feel much better."
Wen Yixing felt a little embarrassed, since she had ridden in his car and it wouldn't be right to ask for anything from him.
Just as Wen Yixing was about to refuse, Shen Jingshao turned to look at her and slowly said, "If you can't put it on by yourself, I'll help you."
Since things had already gone this far, it would be impolite to refuse, so Wen Yixing readily accepted: "Thank you."
The carriage fell silent again, and Wen Yixing looked down at Shen Jingshao, who was carefully applying plaster to her face.
He politely kept his distance from her and applied the medicine very gently.
While he was busy, Wen Yixing dared to look at his face properly.
Shen Jingshao has a rugged and handsome appearance, and his profile is equally good-looking. He has a strong aura, is mature and composed, and has a subtle ruthlessness about him.
In the past, someone like him would have been the person Wen Yixing feared and wanted to avoid the most.
As Wen Yixing watched, several blurry images would flash through her mind.
She felt that Shen Jingshao's appearance was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
If she were still single, she might ask, "Have we met somewhere before?"
But now that she's married, such topics are somewhat inappropriate and could easily lead to speculation, especially since the person sitting next to her is Fang Shiyan's friend.
After the plaster was applied, Shen Jingshao withdrew his hand, his dark eyes looking at her. "Feeling better?"
Wen Yixing felt the plaster on her arm starting to heat up, and her arm, which had been a little sore and numb, became much more comfortable. She looked up at Shen Jingshao and said with a smile, "Much better, thank you."
When their eyes met, Wen Yixing noticed that his gaze was complex, somewhat suppressed, yet intense.
Wen Yixing couldn't bear it any longer and looked away from the window.
Just then, the car passed by Wutong Avenue.
It was early summer, and the sycamore trees were sprouting new, tender green branches.
The car slowly passed by No. 5 Middle School.
The Fifth Middle School has been completely renovated. The teaching buildings have all been rebuilt and are much more modern than they appear now.
Shen Jingshao: "You studied here?"
“Yes,” Wen Yixing said, “This is my alma mater.”
Shen Jingshao also looked out the window at the school, "It's also my alma mater."
Wen Yixing was somewhat surprised. She turned to look at Shen Jingshao: "Really?"
Seeing her lips slightly parted in surprise, a smile appeared in Shen Jingshao's eyes, and his voice unconsciously lowered, sounding somewhat gentle: "Really."
Those hazy memories began to become clear, and a boy in a windbreaker appeared in her mind.
Wen Yixing's eyes widened slightly. "I remember now, you're Chen Zhuo?"
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