Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Since Wang Shaokuo opened his law firm, he had developed the habit of being a night owl. Several nights without sleep, and continuously running around had become routine for him.

  Sometimes, he felt tired and exhausted, cases dragged on without results, clients were dissatisfied, and they made all sorts of ugly faces. Wang Shaokuo had thought about giving up many times, and finding a comfortable 9-to-5 job instead.

  But every time after closing a case, the excitement of helping people find the truth and the sense of accomplishment reignite her inner passion for being a detective.

  This repeated back and forth made Wang Shaokuo inseparable from this profession, especially since he also met Shen Lue because of it.

  It's been a long time since I slept so soundly, with no distractions in my dreams, and the whole person felt like sleeping on soft clouds.

  Sleeping until she wakes up naturally is an extremely luxurious thing for her.

  After Wang Shaokuo opened his eyes, his body still had the lingering memories of last night. As he casually thought about it, his face immediately flushed uncontrollably, and there was some tenderness on his body, even a faint pain.

  She tilted her head and looked around, finding herself alone in the room.

  Reached out to touch the phone, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, and I had slept for a full ten hours!

  She got up and saw that there were clean clothes neatly laid out beside the bed. There was also the sound of the door closing downstairs, apparently Shen Yue had just gone out and come back.

  Put on a white shirt and jeans, combed my hair, stretched my waist, walked into the bathroom with slightly soft legs to brush my teeth, wash my face, and carefully styled my hair again.

  He took a closer look at himself in the mirror and found that he seemed to be slightly different from yesterday.

  The bathroom door was opened by someone, Shen slightly leaned on the door and looked at Wang Shaokuo who was staring blankly, softly asking: "What are you looking at?"

  In the mirror, four eyes met, just looking at each other, Wang Shaokuo's face involuntarily flushed.

  "Nothing, I just feel that today's me is a bit different, have you been out?" Wang Shaokuo suppressed the shyness in his heart, straightened up and messed with his hair, asking.

  No matter when and where, she attaches great importance to her image.

  Unexpectedly, the woman behind walked up to Wang Shaokuo and helped her adjust her collar, with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "It's different now, my Shaokuo has grown up." She deliberately emphasized the words 'my' and 'grown up'.

  The implication was clear, and Wang Shaokuo instantly understood. His delicate face turned red like a tomato. He opened his mouth to say something but found that no matter how he refuted the question, he would be at a disadvantage. So he simply closed his mouth again, still feeling very indignant.

  "I'm hungry!" It's wise to change this embarrassing topic as soon as possible.

  Shen Lue's mouth corners seeped with a smile: "I've made breakfast, come down and eat after you're done cleaning up."

  "What's up with you?"

  Shen nodded slightly, just wanting to take her downstairs, but saw Wang Shaokuo leave first and return to the room. In a few seconds, he returned to the bathroom door, with an excited and sunny smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to take a picture as a souvenir." Still looking like a big kid.

  All she saw was her holding a mobile phone, Shen Lue was perplexed at first, then hooked the corner of his mouth.

  The two walked in front of the dinner table, Wang Shaokuo took out his mobile phone and opened the camera mode facing the dinner table.

  In the frame, there was a slice of bread covered with avocado and a cup of coffee emitting steam. A hand appeared in the frame, picked up the items and placed them in front of Wang Shaokuo.

  Through the lens, it was discovered that Shen Lue's hands were white and slender, and the coffee-colored tablecloth made him look even more charming and seductive.

  Her hands... are really beautiful.

  For some reason, Wang Shaokuo stood still, his face turning red again.

  Shen Yue didn't notice Wang Shaokuo's abnormality, turned around and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window: "In two days, I'll take you to see someone."

  Wang Shaokuo followed Shen Lue's voice and casually raised his hand, only to find that Shen Lue was reflected in the phone screen with his head tilted back drinking water.

  "Who is it?" Wang Shaokuo asked casually, but his attention was still on his phone. On the screen, Shen Lue's slender waist and tall stature were evident, with her short black hair covering her ears. The dazzling light outside flowed freely, filling the entire kitchen and reflecting off Shen Lue's body. Everything about her seemed to possess an inexplicable charm, like a mysterious piece of obsidian.

  Shen Yue's expression seemed like he wanted to sell a pass, with a smile seeping from the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and said mysteriously to Wang Shaokui, "You'll know when the time comes."

  Wang Shaokuo quickly ended the sneak shot, put down his phone and picked up a bun to stuff into his mouth, but his eyes never left Shen Lue's body. He didn't know if it was because of the change in their relationship, but he felt that every smile and frown from this woman had become a beautiful and captivating picture.

  London, England, this city known as the Fog Capital, is always ready to welcome a romantic light rain at any moment.

  It's probably due to the peak tourist season that the scenic spot was packed with people, all wanting to take a photo with Tower Bridge.

  Qian Tong wore a khaki windbreaker, her ponytail tied high, holding a cup of coffee, as if waiting for someone.

  "Qian Tong!" A woman's high-pitched voice pierced through countless people and successfully reached Qian Tong's ears.

  Following the direction of the sound, Qian Tong saw that familiar figure and smiled as she handed over a cup of coffee: "I remember you liked Mocha best, I wonder if it's changed after all these years?"

  Lu Hui took over the coffee and smiled exceptionally happily: "Our dormitory has four people, only you have the most delicate thoughts, knowing what each of us likes to eat and drink."

  "Is there?" Xian Tong smiled and replied.

  Lu Hui took a sip of mocha and revealed a happy smile, then replied: "Yes, usually you help us bring lunch, always bringing the things we like to eat on weekdays. I said at the time, whichever man marries you will definitely be very happy. By the way, what about your friend?"

  "Are you talking about Gu Qing? She's busy today, but she recommended a western restaurant, want to go take a look?"

  As soon as he heard West Point, Lu Hui's eyes lit up and he nodded hastily: "Okay."

  Xiang Qiong only smiled and didn't speak, the two of them walked along that road, passing through the crowd while chatting: "Aren't you going to drink?" Lu Hui, who had already drunk more than half, suddenly remembered this question.

  Qian Tong shook his head: "I don't drink coffee for now."

  The two of them sat down outside the famous Western-style teahouse that Gu Qian had recommended, chatting and laughing, attracting a lot of attention. Mostly it was Lu Hui excitedly talking about her life in England, while Qian Tong quietly drank water and listened intently.

  Across the street, a street artist set up his easel and raised his brush to paint Xian Tong's profile, starting today's painting.

  "I'm really surprised, I've been married for so long, and you guys don't even have a boyfriend!" Lu Hui exclaimed, devouring a large piece of cheesecake.

  Xiang Qian Tong: "......This depends on fate."

  "Look at fate, wait for fate... If these are pies that can fall from the sky, would there still be so many people without a place to live and no money to eat?" Lu Hui waved her hands, with an air of someone who has been through it all.

  It is said that there is a subtle generation gap between married and unmarried women, which becomes particularly evident after the other party has children. At this moment, Qian Tong deeply understands this. In Lu Hui's view of the world, marriage gave her a happy life, and she instinctively felt that her friends should be like her too.

  Just like parents hope their children get married and have kids early, it's not only for the sake of the children but also to let them understand the hardships of being a parent as soon as possible, so they can empathize with every thought of their parents.

  So on and so forth.

  In Qian Tong's eyes, these thoughts were just wishful thinking.

  Putting aside childhood experiences, after being a psychologist for so many years, those pre-marital anxieties, post-marital depression, prenatal and postnatal depression and the like, is it really true that getting married will bring happiness?

  However, Qian Tong still smiled and responded to Lu Hui, "I know you care about us. I think the three of us might hear from Ke Jie first?" Because she trusted Si Luo Chen's intuition very much.

  "She? She can only fall in love with Holmes or Watson!" Lu Hui responded with a disdainful expression. Still remembering the confident appearance of Wang Shaokuo during her university days, when she exposed her secret crush on an upperclassman in front of everyone, just thinking about it made Lu Hui's teeth ache with anger.

  For a whole year, Lu Hui couldn't lift her head in front of her senior until he graduated.

  "Or is it Irene?" Xiang Qiong knew about their past and smiled in response.

  "Let's not change the subject. I see... among you few, Shao Ke is the latest and Luo Chen is the earliest." Lu Hui said with an unusually serious tone.

  Upon hearing this sentence, Xiang Qian Tong's heart sank, and she looked at Lu Hui with confusion.

  The most delightful thing for a woman is that she raises a question that sparks your curiosity, and Lu Hui's personality makes her even more so. Seeing Xiang Qian Tong's curious gaze, Lu Hui immediately put on airs, pretending to pick up her fork to take a bite of cheesecake and sip her coffee.

  Jian Xiang Qiong seemed a bit anxious, and then said: "My husband's company cooperates with the Si family. Once when we were having dinner, my husband originally wanted to introduce his particularly good friend to Luo Chen, after all, he knew that we were university classmates!"

  The abrupt tone made Qian Tong feel uncomfortable. Seeing Lu Hui pick up her coffee again, she asked, "Then what?"

  Lu Hui took a sip of coffee and continued: "Later, I called Luo Chen but couldn't get through. Then I called her clinic's phone number, and it was answered by her sister, Si Ruo Nan. Luckily, she remembered me, so I shared my thoughts with her. Guess how Luo Chen's sister responded?"

  With a look that seemed to imply there was more to come, Xiang Qiong felt somewhat speechless. This woman had a habit of speaking in incomplete sentences and leaving people hanging, so she chimed in: "How should I respond?"

  "Lu Chen has already had an arranged marriage partner since he was young!"

  "What!?" asked Qian Tong with a frown.

  This attitude far exceeded Lu Hui's expectations. She thought she would get a surprising and delightful result, but instead got a shocking one!

  She slightly lowered her head towards Qian Tong, her fingers drawing circles next to the water cup in an orderly manner, seemingly lost in thought. It wasn't until after a while that she asked, "Then what?"

  Seeing the other party's response, Lu Hui continued this topic and didn't dare to have a pause: "I later slapped my forehead and thought about it too! What kind of family background does Luo Chen have? How could her other half possibly be someone she randomly found on the street? I think it's ridiculous. Just as I was about to hang up, Luo Chen's sister said that this matter is because Luo Chen doesn't know, so she asked me not to say anything for now."

  When she heard that Si Luo Chen didn't know about it, Xiang Qian Tong's heart inexplicably felt at ease. But... thinking about it later, what difference did it make whether he knew earlier or later?

  She looked up and asked seriously: "Do you know who the other person is?" Really hoping that Lu Hui could gossip a bit, so Qian Tong could learn more.

  Lu Hui stopped and smiled confidently: "Of course I asked, what if the other party's conditions are not as good as my husband's friend?"

  Qian Tong's eyes lit up and stared at Lu Hui.

  "The other party is a medical family, my husband later checked that he was a good friend of Luo Chen's father. After all, the predecessor of the Si family was Western medicine, but later changed to do business. However, this marriage was arranged before Luo Chen was born, and it was never mentioned to him." Lu Hui said, seeing Qian Tong still staring at her, she spread her hands: "That's all I know."

  Jian Xiangqiong didn't say a word, Lu Hui couldn't help but ask: "It's a good thing that Luo Chen has someone he likes, why do you look like your own boyfriend was stolen?"

  Xiang Qian Tong seemed to have been choked by the air and coughed lightly twice.

  "I know you two are close. You pity Luo Chen, after all marrying a man you don't even know is a very painful thing." Lu Hui said with an understanding expression.

  Qian Tong's mouth corners slightly hooked up, without responding.

  It's raining in the UK, and the waiter immediately comes out with an umbrella. People on the street also quicken their pace due to the rain, and the street artist across the way stops working and packs up his tools.

  Qian Tong stared at the gray sky outside the umbrella, matching her mood at this moment.

  After making an appointment with Lu Hui, Xian Qiong took the Western-style pastry from that house back to Gu Qing's office, only to find that Gu Qing was not in the company.

  But found that Gu Qing's office desk had an extra pot of tulips, and the wall was also hanging a oil painting of tulips.

  Qian Tong stood there with a thoughtful expression, wondering who Gu Qing had met today.

  Is it a coincidence, or...

  Those who like tulips are thankful.