Han Xueyou returned home in a furious mood and bumped into Su Jiu at the doorway who was just coming out from the residence. Su Jiu was Han Qing’s secretary, hence Han Xueyou must be polite to her no matter how irritated she was.
“Secretary Su, are you still working this late?”
Su Jiu flashed a smile to her and explained, “Yeah. I came to look for President Han for some issues regarding the company. It’s late now. Bye.”
Han Xueyou said in a soft voice, “I’ll ask our chauffeur to send you home. It’s late now so it’s not safe for you to go home alone.”
“There’s no need. I have my own car and it’ll only take about 10 minutes. Miss Xueyou, I should leave now.”
Su Jiu left the Han residence after bidding farewell to Han Xueyou.
The soft smile on Han Xueyou’s face gradually disappeared and it was replaced by a sense of dismay. She strode upstairs to Han Qing’s room and knocked on the door.
“Qing, are you asleep?”
After a moment of silence, the voice of Han Qing was heard. “Not yet.”
“Qing, then can I come in?”
“Okay.”
Han Xueyou finally put on a smile and entered the room.
“Qing, I went to the Ye Group’s anniversary banquet tonight. Look, it’s the dress I just bought yesterday. Does it look good on me?”
Han Xueyou summoned all her courage to ask Han Qing this question.
She felt that she had to establish a good rapport with Han Qing, since he was the only one whom she could rely on.
Seated in front of a desk on which there were documents and his phone, Han Qing never turned his gaze, and didn’t even respond to her, which caused Han Xueyou’s sweet smile to gradually fade. She mustered some courage and walked toward him.
“Qing, why are you still working this late?”
Han Qing parted his lips. “Yeah.”
Han Qing was obviously not bothered with her. Han Xueyou stood still and bit her lower lip in embarrassment.
Qing… is always so cold to me. It’s been years but he’s never changed.
She lowered her gaze and stared at her toes, as her heart gradually sank.
Han Qing suddenly realized it had been too quiet since she entered the room, then he looked up and saw a dispirited Han Xueyou staring at her toes in trance. He realized that he might have been too cold to Han Xueyou.
With that, he sized up the dress she was in and said in a serious voice, “Not bad.”
Upon hearing that, Han Xueyou abruptly raised her head and looked at Han Qing in disbelief. “Qing?”
“I was talking about the dress,” explained Han Qing, then he focused on his work again.
Han Xueyou regained her senses after a long trance, and her eyes gleamed with joy. “Qing, you really think it looks good on me? Thanks!”
After she finished, she moved forward and took a seat on a chair opposite Han Qing, only to see that there was a beautifully wrapped box on the table. “Eh? This box is so beautiful. What’s in it?” Han Xueyou said and reached out.
But before her hand could reach the box, Han Qing chided her, “Stop!”
His voice was as cold as the water at the bottom of a lake, frightening Han Xueyou and causing her hand to hang in the air.
“Get out.” The atmosphere turned freezing cold as he berated her.
Han Xueyou looked up and met his icy cold gaze. His face was solemn and even looked a little fierce.
For some reason, Han Xueyou felt a sense of grievance in her heart. She retracted her hand carefully, got up from the chair and whispered, “O-Okay.”
Then she turned around and strode out.
Han Qing remained expressionless as he reached out and touched the delicately wrapped box with the tips of his fingers.
It was a dress he told Su Jiu to pass to Shen Qi, but she said she couldn’t reach Shen Qi over the phone. He later found out that Shen Qi already had her own dress so this box was sent back to him. But it was no ordinary dress—it was a dress which Han Qing particularly treasured.
So there was no way he would let another woman touch this dress, because it was only meant for Shen Qi.
At the thought of this, Han Qing took out his phone and sent a message to Shen Qi.
After running out from Han Qing’s room, Han Xueyou returned to her own room, still sobbing, and realized that no one was behind her.
She never expected Han Qing to look for her, but his indifference toward her still made her feel dejected. But more importantly, she was in fear.
After all, her identity didn’t belong to her. The moment she became the Young Lady of the Han Family, she got to enjoy all the glory that came with it and everyone revolved around her like the stars which cupped themselves around the moon, but at the same time, nightmares never failed to haunt her.
She enjoyed the feeling of being treasured, and when she berated anyone she disliked, the other person would never dare fight back.
But she was also afraid that her real identity would be exposed one day.
Han Qing was a merciless man, so if he found out that she was not his real sister, she would never have a good ending.
Since she started living in the Han residence, Han Qing had never shown any care for her, and it was apparent that he hadn’t readily accepted her yet.
At the thought of it, Han Xueyou closed the door as her facial expression turned vicious.
Beep—
Shen Qi’s phone beeped when she was about to fall asleep. She parted her eyelids but felt really drowsy, so she just dozed off.
When she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t feel any strength in her limbs, so she thought it might be the after-effects of the drug. She rubbed the center of her eyebrows for a moment, then lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
“You’re awake, Young Lady Shen.”
The sudden emergence of a female voice frightened Shen Qi. When she took a closer look, she remembered seeing this woman in the villa before, and vaguely recalled that her name might be Yu.
”Why are you here?”
Yu looked humbly at her and said, “Young Master Ye told me to stay here until you’re awake. These are the clothes for you to get changed into and some toiletries as well. I’ll prepare some breakfast for you now.”
Shen Qi looked at the direction where she was pointing at, and realized there were indeed some brand-new clothes.
“Did Ye Moxuan buy them?” she asked instinctively.
Yu was stunned for a while, then shook her head.
“Young Lady Shen, I’m not sure about that. Since they were prepared by Young Master Ye, we can assume that he bought them, no? You’re really blessed.”
Blessed?
Shen Qi put on a forced smile in her heart, for the word ‘blessed’ had nothing to do with her.
Yu left the room to prepare breakfast. After spacing out for a moment, Shen Qi got up, washed her face and got changed. She picked out a simple-looking dress, before reaching out to get her phone.
Then, it was shown that there were many unread messages, as well as other unreceived calls.
Most of them were sent by Yan, expressing her concern and asking how she was doing with Ye Moxuan. After going through Yan’s messages, she pressed the ‘back’ button on her phone and saw another message which was sent by Han Qing.
She pressed it, and found that it was a voice message from Han Qing.
‘I’ll tell Secretary Su to pass you the dress another time. Or tell me when you’re free to meet?’
Shen Qi was speechless, as the banquet was over and there was no need for a dress anymore.
So she replied to him with a brief message.
“Thanks for your kindness. But the event is over so I don’t really need any dress now. Please keep it.”
She didn’t expect Han Qing to reply to her, as she was just trying to explain what happened. After all, she did tell him clearly that there was no need to give her the dress, but he told Su Jiu to come over anyway.
Beep—
To her surprise, the message she just sent was replied to after a split second.
