CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 30: VALENTINE’S NIGHT FOR ONE

The next day at the dinner table, not a single person had a normal expression on their face.

Yan Wuxu didn’t feel guilty like the last time when her affair with Fei Qing was discovered by Su Ziceng. She had always thought that her relationship with Su Qingzhang was approved by Su Ziceng, that it was her who invited herself over to the Su Family as a guest, that it was her who took her to choose Valentine’s Day gifts, and it was also her who left Yan Wuxu alone at the Su Family’s home, which led to the affair with Su Qingzhang.

Su Ziceng couldn’t really confront Yan Wuxu either, as the incident happened at the Su Family’s home and it was her own father conducting the affair. It was truly a messy and embarrassing affair when put into words.

Su Qingzhang, looking in good spirits, even ordered the servants to pack everyone’s luggage and instructed the driver to take them away, but as he passed by Yan Wuxu, he coughed softly.

"Be careful on the road," Su Qingzhang said his last words and then closed the car door for Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu, who had been silent all this while. The car hadn’t driven off when Hang Yishao’s car also arrived.

Su Ziceng didn’t get out of the car to greet like before, but stared at the car window instead. The snow from last night covered the garden’s pine trees, blanketing them in white.

Outside, Hang Yishao also saw the car sending off Su Ziceng and others. He pretended not to see it, and greeted Su Qingzhang warmly.

Chang Chi came out flamboyantly, and Su Ziceng, watching from a distance, felt that Chang Chi was becoming more and more like the old her. Any normal person would hate seeing a version of themself, especially since Chang Chi was never a favorite of Su Ziceng’s to begin with.

"Drive," Su Ziceng patted the back of the driver’s seat.

The car drove away, the snow on the pine trees was shaken loose, revealing the evergreen branches and leaves beneath.

Hang Yishao caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the car with Su Ziceng driving out, the people inside not looking outside. It had been twenty-seven days since he last saw her, Hang Yishao counted the days in his heart and was surprised how clearly he remembered the number.

"Today is Valentine’s Day, you young people should enjoy it," Su Qingzhang was in a good mood, he was the God of the Su Family, after all. It was only an affair with Yan Wuxu, and what could Chang Mei’s dissatisfaction do about it.

"What’s going on?" Hang Yishao got into the car and looked at Chang Chi, who didn’t say a word or even say goodbye to Su Qingzhang.

"It’s all because of that little fox Su Ziceng, who invited Yan Wuxu over as a guest for no reason," Chang Chi sympathized with her mother. Although she was strict with her, she was the only family in the world.

"Just a friend, what’s so strange about that," Hang Yishao didn’t think Chang Mei was the petty type.

"What friend? That Yan Wuxu is a despicable person, you know she’s greedy for Fei Qing’s money. Su Ziceng saw that I’ve been getting close to you recently and took it out on my mom, had her ’good friend’ climb into my godfather’s bed," Chang Chi cursed aloud.

"What? At their age, and Yan Wuxu is about Ziceng’s age, it will be a laughingstock if this gets out," Hang Yishao couldn’t believe that Su Qingzhang at his age failed to know better, an older husband with a younger wife is common these days, but if one marries his daughter’s friend, it’s somewhat embarrassing.

"Exactly, it’s all Su Ziceng’s fault, I... I really feel it’s unfair for my mom," seeing the state of things, Chang Chi leaned on Hang Yishao’s shoulder and started crying. In her heart, she was worried; the state of her relationship with Hang Yishao was unclear, and if Chang Mei and Su Qingzhang had a falling out, wouldn’t she have to go back to her biological father.

The shadows of her childhood still lurked in her heart. Initially just pretending to be sad for sympathy, the more Chang Chi thought, the sadder she became, until she actually began to cry for real.

Hang Yishao couldn’t bear to see women cry and had no choice but to comfort her sweetly. The car slowed down, and Hang Yishao parked it under a tree-lined lane.

Chang Chi with tears looked vulnerably beautiful, and after Hang Yishao comforted her for a few words, he saw infinite affection in her teary eyes. He paused for a moment, and then Chang Chi pressed her lips against his.

"Ziceng." A car not far away stopped, softening her resolve, deciding to wait for Hang Yishao to catch up. She looked distantly at the couple kissing in the Ferrari, and the last sliver of hope in her heart melted away.

Yan Wuxu leaned over, blocking her line of sight. "Your ring is beautiful, what brand is it?" Yan Wuxu tried to find a topic, pointing at the ring on Su Ziceng’s hand.