Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Chapter 45: Su Lenghan And Meng Xinyan

Translator: AtlasStudios Editor: AtlasStudios

The name Yun Bixue caused whatever warmth that had risen in Meng Xinyan to immediately vanish. She felt that someone had just doused her in icy water, and she felt cold to the core.

Didn’t he say that he didn’t care about her? During this period of time, despite Meng Xinyan’s incessant pestering and attempts to keep him busy, he was still thinking about Yun Bixue. He even took the initiative to call her.

Meng Xinyan gripped the phone so tightly that her fingertips grew white. She wanted to crush the phone in her grip if she could.

She was Ning An City’s number one celebrity, and a goddess to many. Yet, she had never experienced being taken care of to such a degree.

It was Su Lenghan who approached her first. At an unknown point in time, she had switched from passively accepting his pursuit to being poisoned by his charm. She was attracted by his elegant appearance and felt touched by his warmth.

His every movement stirred her heart. If she had no one to compare him to, maybe she wouldn’t notice how well Su Lenghan treated her.

Perhaps Su Lenghan didn’t understand himself, but it was clear to her. He wasn’t as unfeeling towards Yun Bixue as she’d previously thought.

At times, she was afraid to think about whether Su Lenghan would choose her if nothing had happened to the Yun family.

Thinking of these possibilities, Meng Xinyan felt extremely stifled and uncomfortable.

Hearing footsteps coming from the stairs, Meng Xinyan put the phone back to its original position before anyone noticed. Then she unraveled her scarf and let her hair fall loose, seemingly adding another layer of charm to herself.

When Su Lenghan entered the room, he was a bit stunned by such a beautiful back view.

There was a point in time when a similar figure helped him hang his clothes and cleaned up the messy table.

After hanging her scarf, Meng Xinyan turned around. Beaming, she asked, “Lenghan, why did you come up? Have you tasted the dumplings I brought yet?”

Su Lenghan put his hands leisurely in his pockets and shook his head. “Not yet, I’m waiting for you so we can eat together—you must be tired from the journey.” Ning An City was big, and the two families were indeed rather far away from each other.

Meng Xinyan nodded her head. She went up to Su Lenghan, held his arms, and said, “Let’s go eat the dumplings together. Even though you didn’t come to my place today, my mother still talked about you. She was worried that you were too busy to have a good meal. Ever since we got together, I feel that she holds you close to her heart.”

Su Lenghan looked at Meng Xinyan’s rarely displayed girl-like demeanor, which was mixed with a little jealousy and flirtatiousness. He felt that everything about this scene was so familiar to him, and all his troubles seemed to melt away. Perhaps this was the kind of feeling that he longed for.

The number one celebrity of Ning An City, a goddess, was now at his side. He really should treasure it.

Downstairs, the servants had finished setting the dishes and left the room to Su Lenghan and Meng Xinyan.

After the meal, Meng Xinyan happily looked for various subjects to talk about. But eventually, after some time Su Lenghan told her, “Xinyan, I think it’s best that I send you home now. Any later and Aunt would worry.”

A hint of disappointment flashed across Meng Xinyan’s eyes. She had hoped that he would allow her to stay the night. But she knew that she didn’t need to hurry such things, for he would be hers eventually.

The late autumn night was still very chilly. Su Lenghan drove slowly, with the car window slightly rolled down. The cold drafts kept blowing in, and he felt especially elegant and calm.

Meng Xinyan shivered. “Lenghan!”

Su Lenghan looked at Meng Xinyan out of the corner of his eye and saw that her face was red from the cold. He sighed softly. “When you reach home, take a hot bath to get rid the chill. If you want to see me in the future, I’ll go to your place. It’s too much trouble for you.” On that note, he closed the windows.