Shen Fanyun stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face as he sized up Wang Lan, whom he hadn't seen in over a decade. The years had left their marks on her face, but Wang Lan was a wealthy woman now, with plenty of money to touch it up with cosmetics. She was barely passable.
"Auntie Wang, we haven't seen each other in years. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to give me such a hard time the moment we meet? Besides, I don't recall offending you!" Shen Fanyun's expression was indifferent, showing neither pleasure nor anger.
Wang Lan snorted and lowered her voice. "Regardless, you stay away from Qiuchan. She's about to get married, and your relentless pestering is wrong by every measure of reason and decency!"
Pestering? Relentless pestering?
Shen Fanyun thought back. Since returning to Hangcheng City, aside from that one chance encounter with Li Qiuchan at the office building, this was only their second meeting. They hadn't communicated or met privately in the interim.
