Contract Marriage: The Tycoon's Pampered Wife-Chapter 135 - 125: Misunderstanding 2 (1 update)_4

Li Annan listened, taken aback.

An’an had asthma and couldn’t engage in rigorous exercise. With numerous kids in the hall, he had always wanted to play with the other children. Both Li Annan and Zhang Shenglan, worried he might have an attack, had always kept a close watch on him.

Just moments before, while Li Annan was engaged in conversation, he hadn’t noticed when An’an had gone out.

Upon hearing Quan Yu’s words, Zhang Shenglan’s body shook. She bowed her head even lower, holding An’an tightly in her arms.

Quan Yu’s gaze coldly landed on Madam Li, and his words were even colder. "Even children know to apologize when they do something wrong. Surely, Madam Li, you aren’t less capable than a child, are you?"

Madam Li’s already embarrassed face flushed with a deeper shade of mortification.

Quan Yu stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other holding Ning Guiwan’s wrist. He didn’t say anything particularly aggressive, but his presence was unwavering.

In the end, it was Li Annan who apologized on behalf of the elder and offered a few more words of gratitude to Ning Guiwan.

At this moment, the ambulance arrived. Li Annan, worried about the child having further issues, left for the hospital with Zhang Shenglan. After such a commotion, it seemed Madam Li had lost too much face to stay, so she followed the ambulance and left.

...

The party ended at two in the afternoon.

Ning Guiwan left early.

Chi Zhengjun, watching her retreating figure, elbowed Quan Yu. "That girl really has no conscience. You protected her like that, and she didn’t even say thank you. Shouldn’t she at least treat you to a meal, or arrange a date or something?"

Holding a stemmed glass, Quan Yu swirled it gently. The red wine undulated like silk within, lending his pale, distinct fingers an almost eerie appearance. His gaze remained indifferent, and he didn’t respond.

After the banquet, although the guests hadn’t fully dispersed, some set up card games.

Quan Yu was pulled to one of the card tables by Chi Zhengjun. After the game, the Lu Family organized dinner for everyone—a testament to the luxury of the wealthy.

At eleven o’clock at night, Quan Yu left the brightly lit mansion, tipsy. His eyes caught a familiar silhouette, and he paused for a moment.

Ning Guiwan leaned against his car, wrapped in a long red coat that reached her ankles. Firecracker fragments littered the ground beneath her feet. The girl seemed cold, hugging herself as her breath misted in the air.

Quan Yu thought of a possibility, his gaze growing deeper.

Ning Guiwan also saw him and straightened up. Her gaze was deep as she looked his way, her expression serious, without a smile.

Quan Yu descended the steps and approached, glancing at Zhan Yan who was standing beside the car. Zhan Yan bowed his head.

Ning Guiwan spoke first. "I told them not to tell you."

Quan Yu’s gaze returned to her. "Waited for a long time?"

Ning Guiwan looked up. Under the lights, her eyes were clear, her skin fair and clean. "I have something to tell you."

Quan Yu nodded. "Let’s talk in the car."

Ning Guiwan turned to gaze at the quiet, empty manor. "Let’s walk. The cold air helps one think clearly."

Quan Yu didn’t object.

The two walked on the deserted asphalt road. The night was quiet. Her high heels tapped crisply on the ground, while Quan Yu’s footsteps were much softer yet steady and unhurried.

Ning Guiwan observed their shadows, which moved from in front of them to behind, then back to the front as the streetlights changed.

After a while, she suddenly stopped, turned, and faced Quan Yu. "Back then, did you really believe I wouldn’t harm An’an when you said that, or... were you just trying to protect me?"

Quan Yu also stopped and turned to face her, his black coat open, his hands in his trouser pockets, his heavy gaze pressing down on her.

"I am very clear about what kind of person you are." The dark silver tie at the base of his neck reflected a cold glint under the lamplight. "I trust you, no matter what."

The night wind turned suddenly intoxicating, and Ning Guiwan could hear her own heartbeat.

"If, one day, there’s sufficient evidence proving I did something bad, would you still believe me?"

Affection surfaced in Quan Yu’s eyes as he leaned forward slightly, meeting Ning Guiwan’s gaze on an even level. "I have my own judgment, Wanwan. You are a good girl."

Ning Guiwan opened her mouth slightly, staring at Quan Yu, whose eyes were deeper than the night, possessing a bewitching charm.

A different kind of emotion surged from deep within her—churning, clamoring, unstoppable.