The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Jiang Duo didn't believe a word Ji Jiazhuo said in the private room, especially the word "lover".

He and Xie Shuheng have been brothers for many years, and he knows Xie Shuheng well.

That person is inherently proud and restrained; there's no way they would do something like stealing someone else's partner.

Especially since it was Jiang Duo's corner.

But when he saw Shen Ci get out of that familiar Maybach, the suppressed anger in his chest almost broke through the cage of reason.

Today is Saturday, Shen Ci will definitely be home tonight.

Jiang Duo sat in the dimly lit carriage, his fingers gripping his phone, the screen flashing on and off.

He was still hesitating whether to call her directly to ask where she was, or to send her a few WeChat messages to chat with her first and ease his almost out-of-control emotions.

However, before he could make a decision, two blinding headlights pierced the night and came to a steady stop downstairs at Shen Ci's house.

Jiang Duo's gaze was fixed on that familiar Maybach.

The car door opened, Xie Shuheng got out, walked around to the passenger side, bent down slightly, and gently opened the car door for Shen Ci.

Jiang Duo's breath hitched, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the phone turned white.

Under the streetlights not far away, Shen Ci accepted the gift from Xie Shuheng, tilted her head slightly, and politely said, "Thank you."

Tonight, Xie Shuyun invited her to another concert, saying that she wanted to use the beautiful music to sweep away the unpleasant things in her mind.

The concert was organized by a currently very popular boy band.

Thanks to Xie Shuyun, Shen Ci was seated in the first row.

On stage, a group of young and handsome men sang and danced energetically, the deafening music filling the air. Her head was buzzing all night.

When the concert ended, Hsieh Shu-yun said it was too late to take a taxi and insisted that her family driver take her.

But when Shen Ci opened the car door, she discovered that Xie Shuheng was sitting in the driver's seat.

When she arrived at the residential area, she got out of the car and had just said thank you when a blinding headlight suddenly flashed in front of her.

Shen Ci subconsciously turned her head around.

Not far away, Jiang Duo was getting out of the car.

He was backlit, his tall figure exuding a cold aura, and he strode towards them with long legs, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"Brother Duo," Xie Shuheng spoke first, his voice gentle and warm, "What a coincidence."

Jiang Duo did not respond.

His gaze swept across Shen Ci's face, landed on the gift box in her arms, and then slowly moved upwards to meet Xie Shuheng's calm and unwavering eyes.

The words spoken in the private room suddenly exploded in my ears—

According to others, Shen Ci had become Xie Shuheng's lover...

At that moment, Xie Shuheng stood beside Shen Ci, the two of them bathed in the same streetlight, their shadows overlapping on the ground in an ambiguous shape.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Duo felt as if a wad of waterlogged cotton had been stuffed into his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Unfortunately," Jiang Duo finally spoke, his voice hoarse beyond belief, "I'm here to see my girlfriend; I don't need to pick a day."

He reached out his hand to Shen Ci, palm up, in a gesture of waiting.

But the slight trembling of his hand under the streetlight betrayed the turbulent emotions he was experiencing.

Shen Ci looked at him, her gaze lingering for a moment on his trembling fingertips.

The next second, she placed her hand on his palm.

"Shuyun invited me to a concert tonight. It was late, and she was worried about my safety as a girl taking a taxi alone, so she asked Xie to take me." Her voice was calm, and she simply stated the facts, which miraculously soothed the restlessness in his heart.

Jiang Duo held her hand in his palm, not daring to use force, and pulled her close to his side.

Her shoulder pressed against his arm, and the familiar warmth finally brought him back to a sense of reality.

When he looked at Xie Shuheng again, he finally couldn't help but adopt a boyfriend-like demeanor.

"Thank you for bringing my girlfriend back," he said, his tone clearly assertive. "It's getting late, you should go home now. And drive carefully."

Xie Shuheng smiled, the smile not reaching his eyes, yet without any sharpness: "Alright."

He turned to look at Shen Ci, his voice still gentle: "Go back and get some rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and opened the car door. The car engine roared, and the taillights drew a scarlet arc in the night before disappearing at the end of the bend at the entrance of the residential area.

Winter nights are so cold that the white breath exhaled dissipates in the wind in an instant.

Jiang Duo held her hand, his fingertips gently stroking her slightly cool knuckles: "Youyou, shall we go to the car and talk?"

He looked down at Shen Ci, whose face was lowered, her lips pressed into a straight line, and she remained silent.

That nameless anger in my heart surged up again.

This girl, even in front of Xie Shuheng just now, still knew to give him, her real boyfriend, some face.

As soon as his car disappeared around the corner, she reverted to her icy, aloof demeanor, as if she wanted to sever all ties with him immediately.

It's really infuriating.

Should he praise her for being sensible, or for changing her attitude so quickly?

Jiang Duo suddenly chuckled softly, half-jokingly leaning close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her cool earlobe: "Or—".

He drawled out the last syllable, his gaze lingering meaningfully on the building behind her. "Come upstairs, let me ask you for a cup of hot tea, and we can talk some more."

The two eventually got into Jiang Duo's car together.

The moment the train doors closed, the cold wind and noise outside were completely shut out. The carriage was quiet, with only the soft, intermittent breathing of the two people.

Jiang Duo readjusted the car's air conditioning to the desired temperature, then turned around and looked intently at Shen Ci in the passenger seat.

The faint light from the watch face shone on his deep-set eyes, illuminating the turbulent emotions swirling within them.

He stared at her for a long time before finally speaking, "Youyou, what's going on with Bai Yifeng?"

Shen Ci suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Looking at her expression, Jiang Duo suddenly felt that dull pain in his chest rise again.

He gave a helpless twitch of his lips and explained, "Xie Shuheng is very tight-lipped; he didn't tell me anything." He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, "But secrets don't stay hidden forever; the circle is only so big—"

As he said this, a hint of barely suppressed bitterness finally escaped his lips.

"I found out about how my girlfriend was almost hurt from someone else."

The air in the carriage seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jiang Duo lowered his eyes, his fingers unconsciously gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

He suddenly found it ridiculous—he, her legitimate boyfriend, had to rely on hearsay to even hear about her being in danger, while Xie Shuheng could rightfully help and protect her.

What is this?

He looked up, his gaze locking onto her again, his eyes brimming with grievance, but even more so with lingering fear: "Youyou, how long are you planning to keep this from me?"

Shen Ci looked at him quietly.

Looking at the turbulent darkness in his eyes, and at his restrained manner, even though he was clearly furious and about to go crazy, he still couldn't bear to raise his voice at her.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

"But I don't want someone like Bai Yifeng to dirty your hands."