Finally, she spoke. "Don't be angry with your family; I haven't taken it to heart."
Indeed, she was acknowledging that she had overheard the conversation in the president's office. As for whether she cared or not, she didn't show him any signs of it; she hid it away.
Zhou Luchen stared at her bent back for a long time, seeing through her. "You clearly care a lot."
Shen Jing, holding the watering can where Zhou Luchen couldn't see, smiled to herself. Of course, she cared. She cared for him under the fireworks, the jealous him who angrily kicked her out until she cried.
"Did you give me the house hoping I'd live with you in New York often?"
"No," Zhou Luchen's lips moved slightly. "It's for your convenience when you're on business trips. You seem to enjoy coming here, and you have many friends."
"Blaire, the NS CEO, and those people are your business friends," Shen Jing added. "You asked them to guide me."
