Chapter 23: Sheng Xiao, what do you mean?

Several colleagues who hadn’t left yet looked over when they heard the commotion. Sheng Xiao was still wearing his work clothes from the construction site, his hair unstyled, falling loosely over his forehead.

The navy blue work clothes hung loosely on his frame, sleeves rolled up, the buttons on his chest half-open, revealing his well-defined chest muscles and a black undershirt, giving off a vibe of both abstinence and wildness.

He had been leaning against his car, smoking with one hand in his pocket, but when he saw Lin Yuan, he called out to her and extinguished his cigarette, striding towards her.

The moment Lin Yuan saw Sheng Xiao, she was like a happy little bird, her face instantly breaking into a smile, her lips curving as she faced him, “Sheng Xiao, you’re here.”

Sheng Xiao walked over and directly took Lin Yuan’s hand in his, his gaze fixed on Jiang Mingyou’s face.

Jiang Mingyou’s previous gentleness seemed to acquire a hint of sharpness when he met Sheng Xiao’s gaze. They were of similar height, one gentle, the other passionate.

Lin Yuan stood in the middle, glancing at both of them, sensing a strange atmosphere, “Senior, this is my husband.”

“Sheng Xiao, this is my university senior.”

Jiang Mingyou smiled politely and nodded, while Sheng Xiao simply gave a noncommittal nod, his gaze shifting to An Jinghao, who was standing to the side.

An Jinghao hadn’t expected Sheng Xiao to be there, and he felt slightly guilty, rolling his eyes quickly, adjusting his breathing, “Mr. Sheng is here to pick up Ms. Lin.”

His tone was sincere, a stark contrast to the confident and aloof demeanor of the An Group CEO he had been in the private room.

Sheng Xiao curled his fingers around Lin Yuan’s palm, “Let’s go.”

Lin Yuan said goodbye to her colleagues, then bid farewell to Jiang Mingyou, and left with Sheng Xiao, hand in hand.

An Jinghao and Jiang Mingyou watched the two of them drive away.

Jiang Mingyou clenched his hand in his trouser pocket, asking about Sheng Xiao for the first time, “An Shao, is Lin Yuan’s husband really a construction worker?”

An Jinghao narrowed his eyes, his stiff back slightly relaxing, “What do you mean, Mr. Jiang?”

“Nothing, just asking casually.”

Sheng Xiao’s aura didn’t seem like the kind someone who worked on a construction site would possess.

It was a confidence and composure that emanated from deep within, allowing him to make people nervous with just a glance.

People of their status, every word was filled with probing and meaning, there was no such thing as a casual question.

An Jinghao didn’t expose him, simply saying, “It’s a pity, Ms. Lin has such good conditions, if she were to be with someone of Mr. Jiang’s status, it might be more suitable.”

Jiang Mingyou turned to look at him, An Jinghao shrugged, as if it were just a casual remark.

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Lin Yuan and Sheng Xiao drove home, Sheng Xiao was looking straight ahead, his attitude somewhat cold towards her.

The reason she felt it was cold was not because of anything else, but because Sheng Xiao wasn’t like he usually was.

Usually, even when driving, he would free up one hand to hold Lin Yuan’s, sometimes bringing it to his lips for a kiss, sometimes stroking it on his leg.

Or he would cross the center armrest to kiss her when the light turned red.

At the very least, he would say a few suggestive words to her, making her blush.

But today’s Sheng Xiao, after getting in the car, hadn’t looked at her once, as if he were a new driver, driving with extra care.

He looked serious when he didn’t speak, and it had to be said, Lin Yuan was a little afraid of this kind of Sheng Xiao.

She tentatively spoke, “Sheng Xiao, have you eaten?”

“Mm.”

A single, cold word.

“Oh, good you’ve eaten.”

She didn’t know what else to say, her hands twisting the seatbelt, she simply turned her neck to look out the window.

Sheng Xiao glanced at her from the corner of his eye, she looked quiet like a little kid, her long eyelashes drooping, her small mouth pouting to one side, her full lips like a tempting candy.

He impatiently looked away.

When they reached home, Lin Yuan was still thinking about asking Sheng Xiao if he had encountered any unpleasantness at the construction site today, which was why he was in a bad mood.

But before she could speak, her wrist was grabbed, and her back was pushed against the door.

Sheng Xiao’s tall figure enveloped her, and he lowered his head to nibble on her neck.

Lin Yuan felt his unusual emotions, pushing him with her hand, “Sheng Xiao, what’s wrong with you?”

Sheng Xiao’s eyes held a hint of anger, “What, can’t I kiss you?”

Lin Yuan, “You know I’m not talking about that.”

After saying that, Sheng Xiao lowered his head again, reaching out to tear at her collar, Lin Yuan was still wearing her work clothes from the company, a short-sleeved shirt with an open front and a short skirt.

He couldn’t tear off the buttons, so Sheng Xiao’s big hand reached under the hem of the skirt.

Lin Yuan pressed his hand down and shouted, “Sheng Xiao!”

“Why are you angry?”

Her beautiful fox eyes were filled with tears, blinking misty, both pitiful and innocent, Sheng Xiao’s emotions finally calmed down a little.

He curled his lips slightly, as if mocking himself, or as if looking at her, “How was dinner with your senior?”

“What senior, Jiang Mingyou?”

Sheng Xiao’s extinguished anger flared up again, was there another senior?

Damn classmate, that senior’s gaze towards her was clearly filled with emotions that only a man could understand, Sheng Xiao had arrived just as they were leaving the restaurant.

He thought Lin Yuan would see him as soon as she came out, but that woman had been standing with her back to him, talking to that suave bastard, lingering, and even smiling at that man!

“Lin Yuan, do you think your senior is more capable than me?”

With the words spoken, Lin Yuan finally understood, “Sheng Xiao, what do you mean?”

Sheng Xiao let go of her, sitting down on the sofa by himself, lighting a cigarette. He stretched his legs out carelessly on the coffee table, looking at her through the smoke, “What do I mean, literally.”

Lin Yuan, who had been holding back her tears, let them roll down her cheeks, she threw her bag on the floor, her eyes red, asking Sheng Xiao, “Do you think there’s something between me and Jiang Mingyou, or do you think I’m the kind of woman who is greedy for money and changes her mind easily?!”

Sheng Xiao initially did think that way, but he dismissed the thought immediately, Lin Yuan wasn’t that kind of person.

So what was he angry about then!

He didn’t understand himself!

That was the point of his frustration!

He took a few deep drags of his cigarette, Lin Yuan saw that he wasn’t speaking, and her grievances grew, “Sheng Xiao, are you assuming things now that you’re not saying anything?”

Sheng Xiao: “…”

He just didn’t know how to speak.

Lin Yuan picked up her bag and ran into the bedroom crying, locking the door behind her.