Chapter 13: Who Hit Your Face?!

In the darkened room, the person lying on the sofa was tossing and turning.

At last, Qiao Lian hopped down the sofa.

She opened the door to the room. Afterwards, she carefully went downstairs and confirmed that the living room was empty. Only then did Qiao Lian breathe a sigh of relief and quickly dart into the kitchen.

Opening the freezer, she took a piece of bread and ate two bites of it with gusto. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car come from outside the mansion.

She froze. Her entire body tensed up in an instant.

Shen Liangchuan was back?

When she thought about the incident that had happened at the set that day, she suddenly felt nervous. She hurriedly closed the freezer door, and she was about to dash up to her bedroom when a huge batch of people entered the living room. It would seem extremely suspicious if Qiao Lian were to run up now. Hence, she chose to just stand at the kitchen entrance and look outside.

The front door opened and Shen Liangchuan strode in, bringing with him an air of coolness.

The caretaker immediately went up to him and said, “Sir, you are back?”

Shen Liangchuan nodded his head. He took off his coat and passed it to a servant. He slightly raised his head and said, “What happened to her?”

“Today, the Madam—”

Her words were cut off by Shen Liangchuan, who said coolly, “Do not address her as Madam.”

One short sentence and suddenly the entire living room fell into absolute silence.

Qiao Lian’s mouth twitched.

Do not address me as Madam?

This tone of dislike triggered her to walk out of the kitchen, unable to restrain herself. She said, “Caretaker, you can call me Qiao Lian.”

Immediately, the atmosphere in the room became even more awkward.

The caretaker coughed out, “Miss Qiao did not eat dinner today.”

The caretaker found herself unable to continue speaking.

She said this because Shen Liangchuan’s gaze had fallen on the slice of bread in Qiao Lian’s hands and the breadcrumbs on the sides of her mouth.

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He had initially thought that after today’s incident, she would be finished for good and get overwhelmed by sorrow. But now… Why did she not really look that down?

Shen Liangchuan’s complexion, already indifferent, became even more pale and cold. A state of furiousness began to spread in him.

Her ruddy complexion was an eyesore to him. He was just about to speak when he suddenly realized something. All of a sudden, he strode directly towards Qiao Lian.

His large hands clamped down on her chin before Qiao Lian even had time to react. Immediately, he coldly said, “Who hit your face?!”

Who hit my face? Of course it’s the person you’re having an affair with!

But nothing would happen even if she told him. He might even take revenge on her behalf!

As she hesitated for several seconds, his gaze began to change.

He suddenly let go of her chin and mockingly said, “Are you going to tell me that it was Yang Lingsi who hit you?”

This tone of his… Tch.

He was overflowing with immense dissatisfaction!

She knew that he was the most impatient when she created problems for him. Thus, she thought for a while and then chose a neutral way of speaking, “Ah, you don’t have to concern yourself with such a small issue—”

“I don’t have to concern myself? So, are you trying to attain your goals by making a concession? Do you want me to take revenge on your behalf?” Shen Liangchuan said with an expression of ridicule.

Qiao Lian: …

Shen Liangchuan turned towards the caretaker and said in a stern voice, “Sister Li, you are already so advanced in age, and your eyesight is also failing. Do be careful and do not let others manipulate you again.”

Manipulate?

This person… Is he referring to me?

Qiao Lian frowned and said, “Shen Liangchuan, I don’t need your help—”

“Miss Qiao, I’m telling you now, women’s tricks do not work on me!”

Once he finished speaking, he immediately turned around, went upstairs and slammed the door. “Bang!”

Qiao Lian thought, “So he won’t even let people talk to him at all? Even in a nice and calm tone?”

Qiao Lian angrily bit off a mouthful of bread. Suddenly, she grew aware of a problem. Was this considered an argument? If so, where would she sleep tonight?