苏宁被沈明话语背后的含义刺痛了,血压猛然升高.
"顾叔叔怎么会是无关的人?他是我的丈夫,你名义上的继父.如果我说他能骂你,他就能!看看你现在的态度就知道了!你被宠坏了太多,你已经失去了所有的尊重感.苏家就是这样吗?按照这个速度,谁能控制你?!
沈明正在尽力控制自己的脾气.她额头上的青筋明显地在抽搐.她抬起头,慢慢地说.
"苏家不是我的选择,"她停顿了一下,她的表情比最严酷的冬日还要冷."顾长松是你的老公,那跟我有什么关系呢?"对我来说,他只不过是一个陌生人.
"你——"
沈明从沙发上抓起她的手提包,转身,准备离开.
苏玉燕插手挡住了她.
"你要去哪里?"
"我属于的地方,"沈明冷冷地回答.
在她身后,苏宁怒得头顶像在旋转.
"沈明,你敢走就自己收拾这个烂摊子.别以为我不会让你这么做!
沈明并不在意.多年来,她一直在自己处理事情;她现在不害怕了.
"好吧,我自己能应付."
她走出了门.
苏玉燕追了上去.
外面,顾风一直在偷听,看到他们离开时,虚弱地喊了一声."大哥!"
他小跑着走进了书房.
沈明成功地让苏宁大发雷霆.顾风走过来安慰她.
"妈妈,冷静点.老大哥已经去找她了.
沈明走得很快,最后听到的是苏宁怒吼.
"放她走吧,看看她有没有胆量自己面对这个烂摊子..."
苏玉燕跟着沈明走出了屋子.
沈明大怒,但她还留有一丝理智.
"如果你是来劝我的话,就回去吧.我不需要任何建议.
苏玉燕皱起眉头,神情平静但并非没有担忧.然后他用温和的语气说.
"你为什么不在我家住几天呢?如果你无处可去,在回程的路上要小心.
沈明把头转开,眼中顿时闪过泪光.她的喉咙紧绷起来,她的声音几乎是耳语.
"好吧,我现在回去."
开车回去,沈明的心里一片混乱.
在等待红灯时,她的电话响了.
那是荣兆南发来的信息.
"今晚来陪我."
她的情绪更加恶化.她漫不经心地把信息刷掉了.
绿灯亮了,她发动了车,把手机放在一边,无视他.
A minute later, her phone rang again—this time, it was a call from him.
The incessant ringing disrupted her already unstable mind.
She made a quick turn and pulled over. Without saying a word, she switched off her phone.
Peace returned to her world.
She sat in the car for a while in silence. After all the shouting, she suddenly realized she was thirsty. Seeing a small convenience store ahead, she decided to get a bottle of water.
Just as she unbuckled her seatbelt, there was a knock on her window.
It was a traffic officer.
"Sorry, ma'am, you can't park here."
Shen Ming opened the door and stepped out of the car, flicking her silky hair back. She was in no mood to deal with anyone.
"Fine, just tow it."
The officer had been working for years, but he'd never encountered a driver who was so uncooperative.
"Ma'am, please don't disturb our work. Here's a ticket, and please move your car immediately."
She had only wanted to buy a bottle of water, but sometimes even the simplest of desires are thwarted.
Shaking her head, she decided not to make things difficult for the officer.
"Sorry for the trouble. I'll move it now."
She got back in the car and drove off.
She stopped in front of Su Yuyan's house, parked the car by the side of the road, and as soon as she got out of the car, she heard the sound of another car honking.
She recognized the vehicle behind her—Rong Zhaonan's car.
Rong Zhaonan stepped out of the car as the driver opened the door for him. He walked toward her confidently.
Shen Ming raised her hand to shield herself from the headlights, which were glaring. She saw him wearing a coat, walking straight toward her.
"What's going on?" she asked. "Why are you here?"
Rong Zhaonan smiled.
"I saw your car on the road. When I noticed you were arguing with a traffic officer, I became worried and decided to follow you."
Her car had caught his attention on the road, and he must have remembered it.
Shen Ming waved the ticket in her hand.
"No trouble, just got a ticket."
Rong Zhaonan always had a calm, friendly demeanor. After the incident the other night, he hadn't asked many questions, but now he seemed concerned for her well-being.
"How's your family reacting? Are they planning to reconcile with the Wei family?" he asked.
The matter of reconciling with the Wei family was something Shen Ming wasn't ready to talk about.
"Thanks for your concern. I heard from the Wei family that the injuries were serious, but with things being like this, are you sure you still want to hang out with me? Aren't you worried I'll drag you into this mess?"
Rong Zhaonan chuckled softly.
He seemed to resemble his biological mother more than his father, lacking the characteristic coldness of the Rong family.
"If I were scared, I wouldn't be standing here now, would I? Is this your new place? Would you mind inviting me in for a drink?"
Just when Shen Ming thought he was a decent guy, he suddenly asked such a request.
"Young Master, this doesn't sound like something you should be saying. You want me to invite you in at this hour? Isn't that a bit much?"
He grinned.
"Don't think too much. If it's inconvenient, never mind. I followed you here just to chat. You didn't reply to the message I sent earlier. Are you feeling down? There's a small music event in East Town, it's quite interesting. If you want to go, I'm happy to accompany you."
Recently, Shen Ming had interacted with Rong Zhaonan a lot. He hadn't even asked about her relationship with Ning Zhiqian, the center of the rumors.
"Young Master Rong, you're being so kind to me. I'm not used to this. Have we become that close of friends already?"
She looked at him, her eyes mischievous.
Rong Zhaonan didn't know why, but at that moment, her playful eyes seemed particularly charming. He smiled again, his voice soft.
"Miss Shen, we're friends, aren't we? It's only natural to care about friends."
His reply was so smooth, Shen Ming couldn't help but feel a little taken aback. "Friend," she thought. It had been a long time since she heard that word.
She felt a bit warmer, despite everything.
"Well, I'm fine. Thanks for following me all the way here, but I can't invite you in. This is Su Yuyan's place, and I can't do anything without his permission. So, I'll have to say goodbye for now. See you next time."
She waved her hand and turned to go inside.
"See you next time," Rong Zhaonan smiled as he watched her go.
After a long pause, he finally got back into his car and left.
Back at the Rong household, in the courtyard of Rong Zhaonan's residence, his assistant stood next to him.
They were both watching what was happening across the street.
The flirtatious Shen Ming was chatting happily with their second young master. She was getting awfully close to him, and it seemed to be a happy conversation.
Where was their respect for their boss, Rong Zhaonan?
"Mr. Rong," the assistant said with a cold snort, "I think we should stop sending gifts to Miss Shen. Hmph."
Zhuo Hang let out a scoff, clearly unhappy with how things were unfolding.
Rong Zhaonan turned to face him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"After all the calls I made to her, she still won't answer. And now, she's out there chatting so carefree."
"Go, send her a message," Rong Zhaonan ordered.