Chapter 325: Little Angel’s Awkward Small Talks: Online
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In such a quiet space, her quickening heartbeat was more obvious.
“Master, was everything fine at work during your trip to Iceland this time?”
“Mmhmm.”
“The scenery there must be really beautiful.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Do you always go on business trips for this long?”
“Mmhmm.”
He gave the same answer to every question, and Shen Qianshu felt like yelling at him. Can you stop giving me one-word replies? I’m trying hard to initiate a conversation. Why can’t you keep the conversation going? How are we supposed to have a nice conversation when all you say is ‘mmhmm?’
He’s always so good at killing conversations.
Luckily, she was already used to having awkward small talks with him.
It was still the same—be it seven years ago or seven years after.
“Master, did you hire a fashion stylist?”
“No.” He was focused on putting on the medication for her.
“Then did you match your outfits by yourself? You have pretty good taste. Your outfits always make you seem good-looking.”
Ye Ling lifted his head silently and stared at her coldly. On Shen Qianshu’s blushing face, there were only expressions of praise. Her skin after showering was soft and tender, and he really wanted to pinch her. Ye Ling’s amber eyes twinkled as if they were saying ‘mmhmm.’
“Master, are you not feeling well? You don’t look so good.” That day when they were in the warehouse, his face seemed pale. She was only concerned about the unwell Tong Hua at that moment and did not care about him.
Ye Ling paused his hands and said calmly, “Didn’t sleep well.”
“Why won’t you visit Tong Hua?”
“What’s there to visit for?”
He was also lying in bed, how could he visit him? He himself was also injected with some soothing agents. **Ye Ling thought to himself, Ha, it’s not like he’s a little princess!
“So much,” Shen Qianshu said. “He’s in so much pain. But it really is such a coincidence, why would Jonah have a bodyguard who is suffering from tuberculosis? Isn’t he afraid of being contaminated?”
“If Zhong Ran had tuberculosis, I wouldn’t despise him.”
“Zhong Ran would be heartened to hear this.” Shen Qianshu commented.
“…”
He humphed and did not keep the conversation going. No matter what, Zhong Ran had been her silent defender for over ten years. If he were to abandon him if he was sick, wouldn’t it be no different from raising a dog for the past ten or so years? Speaking of this, Shen Qianshu kept the conversation going on her own. “Master, I feel pretty wronged. I never knew that doing an appraisal with my own talent could bring so much trouble. There were no warning signs at all before this.”
“Don’t worry, they’ll pay for it,” Ye Ling said. Nobody had ever been able to roam around freely after hurting people who belonged to him.
“I heard that he… will not be charged for his offenses.”
“He won’t be charged, but he’ll still have to pay!” Ye Ling said. He raised his eyes with his arm still on her ankle, and he said, “I have my ways to make him pay. Don’t you worry.”
“Will it be troublesome?”
“No!” Ye Ling sounded cold. It was a kind of coldness like he was indifferent. That feeling was so strong it could break through barriers.
Shen Qianshu felt calmer than before. When he said that he could solve an issue, he would solve an issue. For some reason, she really trusted him! She hated Jonah a lot. She almost lost Tong Hua. At the abandoned warehouse, she braved through everything and had not had a chance to hate or blame anyone. She only had time to feel sorry for her suffering son.
Now, whenever this issue was mentioned, she could only feel a strong sense of hatred.
Why is it that people who have done evil can roam around freely after committing a crime just because of their status? If a prince commits a crime, he should receive the same punishment as ordinary people.
The feeling of the cotton bud poked lightly at her wounds. Shen Qianshu clenched her teeth, and Ye Ling looked at her while he furrowed his eyebrows. He threw the cotton bud away and used his fingers to apply the ointment on her wound lightly.
Shen Qianshu’s wound felt numb and ticklish as if an electric current had passed through. She held onto her wrist hurriedly and said, “Master, let me do it.”