When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 513: I Went Crazy for You in Paris (3)

Aunt was a wise person and didn’t ask much. She just said a few words with a smile before going off to do her own things.

Su Anle needed to go to the translation institute. She had just taken a leave of absence before, which was arranged by Shen Jiyan, so there were many things she still needed to handle. Sheng Jianan volunteered to accompany her.

In the underground parking lot, Su Anle found her car, removed the cover, and wiped the rearview mirror. Sheng Jianan watched her skillfully back the car out, then opened the door for him to get in.

Su Anle didn’t drive fast, but she was very steady, a feat many female drivers couldn’t achieve. The car smoothly entered the road, and Sheng Jianan stared at her profile for a long time. It wasn’t until they stopped at a red light that Su Anle turned her head: "What’s wrong?"

"When did you... learn to drive?"

"Not long after coming to Paris, Ji Yan said it would be more convenient with a car here. He taught me for a while, and then I went for the driving test. This car isn’t mine; it’s his."

Sheng Jianan felt quite uncomfortable hearing this. Initially, he had planned to teach her to drive, to buy her a car, decide on the model, the features, the color, he even had the license plate number ready.

But now, she could drive, and the person who taught her wasn’t him.

There was a bit of sourness in his heart, but more was bitterness. He had been absent from her world for three years, yet Sheng Jianan felt as if he had been missing for a long, long time.

The excitement he had felt because she was willing to stay and give them a try, the joy because she allowed him to accompany her to Paris, was replaced with restlessness at this moment.

Sheng Jianan turned his head to look out the window. To be honest, he was full of anger at her and at himself.

Upon reaching the translation institute, Su Anle parked the car. Sheng Jianan didn’t go in with her, only watching her silhouette until it disappeared. Only then did he get out of the car, leaning diagonally against the door, pulling out a cigarette, but just as he was about to light it, he recalled something and put it away.

Many women don’t like their boyfriends to smoke because they dislike the smell of smoke. He didn’t know if this applied to her, but at the very least, anything she might dislike, he didn’t want to do right now.

Playing with the cigarette between his fingers, Sheng Jianan occasionally glanced inside, still immersed in the joy that she was willing to stay by his side. Sheng Jianan realized that he seemed to have overlooked an important issue.

Why did she leave three years ago?

Because of the car accident?

Unlikely.

Because she didn’t love him?

No, that was impossible.

Even if he couldn’t be sure she loved him completely, Sheng Jianan believed that he held a place in her heart.

Or could it be that she thought he blamed her for his grandfather’s death?

This... could be possible.

Sheng Jianan lowered his head, deep in thought, completely unaware of the several glances cast his way.

He wore a simple black shirt and black trousers, with a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, catching a golden hue in the afternoon sun. His feet were crossed, his figure tall and slender, a cigarette between his fingers, exuding an indescribable air of abstinence. Along with his stunningly handsome face, he drew quite a bit of attention from those around him.

Soon, someone came over to strike up a conversation: "Bonjour (hello)."

France is a country of romance, and Paris is its capital. People here are mostly outgoing and passionate. It’s not uncommon to approach a handsome guy they fancy.

Sheng Jianan frowned, feeling a bit displeased at the interruption of his thoughts by this person. Young Master Sheng felt somewhat discontented.