My Groom Ran Away - Chapter 15.2

“When President Cheng looks at you, his eyes are so gentle. I wonder when my husband can learn to be a bit more gentle.”

Clearly, Xia He who had watched the entire scene unfold in front of her had also completely fallen into the romantic fantasy dream.

“Gentle?” Ruan Zhiyin thought of Cheng Yuelin’s performance when they met Qin Jue and shook her head with a slight smile. “Maybe.”

He immediately took off that mask when they went back.

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Lin Heng Building, President’s Office.

Vice President Qian, who had a lot of responsibilities, was playing a game of billiards. After he sunk the last ball, Qian Fan turned and looked at Cheng Yuelin, who had just finished a video conference.

The man leaned back in his chair indifferently. His face was stiff and the look of oppression he was giving other people had not yet dissipated.

Qian Fan sighed and raised an eyebrow before speaking, “What’s the matter, Brother Lin? The sun was shining out of your face a few days ago, but now it’s covered in clouds. Everyone’s asking me to ask the boss when the clouds will turn to the sun. Can’t you tell me, eh?”

“Tell you? What would you know?”

After speaking, Cheng Yuelin notified Bai Bo to prepare for the next meeting in half an hour without giving him a second glance.

Qian Fan felt his mood was getting worse and worse. It was close to becoming as lonely and silent as it was in the past.

For the past two years, when Cheng Yuelin’s mood was good, Qian Fan would occasionally see the unruly behavior of his youth.

As a concerned younger brother, Qian Fan put down his pool stick and walked to sit in front of him.

“How can you and Fu Chenyuan be so similar? Three months ago, he would go home to play games on the dot and one month ago, he started to constantly hold his phone to chat. I was being kind and caring, but he says I understand nothing.” After saying this, Qian Fan snorted quietly.

“So what is it? Maybe you guys have become superhumans and are planning to go and study the origins of the moon?”

Qian Fan’s voice seemed to be relaxed, but his face held an ‘I’m not going to let you go until you explain’ look.

Seeing his unrelenting attitude, Cheng Yuelin looked up and simply said, “You and I are not the same. Understand?”

Hearing so, Qian Fan was even more unhappy. He looked at him up and down, and said, “I say, Brother Lin. Other than you being more handsome than me, how else are we different?”

In order to prove that Cheng Yuelin was only a little more handsome, Qian Fan even reached out with two fingers spread about a grain of rice apart.

Cheng Yuelin raised a brow and closed the document he was looking at. His long and slender fingers slowly pointed at himself. Then he unhurriedly pointed out the difference between the two people.

“I, am married.

And you, are unmarried.

We are not the same.”

“Heh, how does that count? Weren’t you just pulled at the last minute to be a groom? How can that be considered marriage?” Qian Fan did not care.

“After this blows over, who knows when Ruan Zhiyin will ask for a divorce from you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Yuelin’s face, which had just warmed up a little, turned even older.

He glanced at Qian Fan with a frown and coldly said, “We are already married. We can’t divorce.”

“I know, I know. They say that getting divorced and going to court for it is really annoying. It’s not easy to get divorced.” Qian Fan lowered his head. He had not yet noticed Cheng Yuelin’s mood and added another sentence. “But that is for a lawfully wedded husband and wife. What does that have to do with you?”

There was silence in the room, and an icy cold feeling slowly filled it. Qian Fan slowly raised his head and finally received the man’s cold, piercing gaze.

“No way. Brother Lin…” He finally sensed something different and probed. “Could it be that you suddenly fell in love with Ruan Zhiyin?!”

Cheng Yuelin frowned and said, “Nosy.”

Then he suppressed his disdain for a moment to lightly say, “Can’t you tell? It’s not sudden.”

Qian Fan froze. “…”

It’s far more than not being able to tell. It’s completely hidden.

He had known Cheng Yuelin for over ten years and he understood that Cheng Yuelin’s words may not match what he meant. But even if he understood that Qian Fan honestly did not expect——

“Brother Lin, you’re still messing around with crushes?” He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the office. His mouth constantly muttered. “It can’t be, it can’t be.”

Cheng Yuelin, who was initially not in a good mood, was now irritated by his pacing. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

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