Chapter 11

Tan Jing Mansion.

At this moment, Mr. Shang is watching the 8 o’clock drama on TV.

Shang Heng walked in with a cold face. He had just been rejected at the door of the security room of Yuhua Mingyuan. No matter how he threatened or tempted, the security guard refused to open the door for him.

Calling and messaging Pei Yuning fell on deaf ears, but she didn’t block him. She just pretended not to see or hear him.

Old Master Shang glanced at him and asked knowingly, “Where did you go?”

“Grandpa, I admit that I drank too much that day, and did something out of line when I was not sober, but I didn’t really make any mistakes in principle.” Shang Heng stated his position, “I will definitely find out about this hot search and give Ningning an explanation. I will never agree to break off the engagement with Ningning, she is always my fiancée.”

Shang Yanci came out of the study just after a multinational meeting and was about to go back to the bedroom, but happened to hear Shang Heng talking downstairs.

Old Master Shang looked at the scumbag ex-husband who was begging the heroine for forgiveness in the TV series, shook his head and said directly: “It doesn’t matter whether you agree or not, it’s just a formality. No matter how many mistakes you make, it’s still a mistake and it can’t change the essential nature. Breaking off the engagement is inevitable, you just blame yourself for not being lucky enough to marry Ningning.”

Shang Heng clenched his fists at his side: “In Jingbei, I will snatch the marriage of whoever she marries except me.”

Old Master Shang glared at him angrily: “You bastard!”

Shang Heng wanted to say something else, but he heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

He raised his head and saw Shang Yanci walking down the stairs calmly, looking down at him with a condescending look, with an unclear emotion in his eyes.

“Uncle.” Shang Heng called respectfully. He didn’t dare to be rude in front of Shang Yanci.

Firstly, Shang Yanci and his father are half-brothers. Shang Yanci’s mother died after giving birth to him, so he grew up in his grandparents’ home in France. As a result, they have only met a few times and are not close. Secondly, as soon as Shang Yanci returned to China, he punished several disobedient little devils in the clan by making them kneel in the ancestral hall and no one dared to plead for them. Even his grandfather acquiesced to his actions. Thirdly, his father said that Shang Yanci returned to China this time to seize power, so he must deal with it carefully to avoid being caught.

Shang Yanci seemed not to hear him and just looked at him.

The oppressive feeling from that look was as if there were real swords and sabers. Shang Heng lowered his head and avoided it. He thought that maybe he spoke too loudly just now and disturbed his uncle’s peace.

Old Master Shang: “Yan Ci, please make time the day after tomorrow at noon. People from the Pei family will come over.”

Shang Yan Ci: “Come to cancel the engagement?”

Old Master Shang didn’t understand why he asked this question even though he already knew the answer. He guessed that he might have been so busy with so many things recently that he forgot what he had said before. So he nodded and said, “Yes, let’s break off the engagement.”

“Got it.” Shang Yanci said, “I will attend the break off engagement banquet on time the day after tomorrow at noon.”

After that, Shang Yanci walked towards the kitchen, took out fresh lychees from the refrigerator, and washed them one by one.

Shang Heng opened his mouth but no sound came out. He stood there for a moment, then quietly walked up the stairs, but suddenly he felt a thorn in his side.

When he reached the corner of the second floor, he couldn’t help but look back. His grandfather was watching TV in the hall, and his uncle was washing lychees in the kitchen. No one was looking at him. It was just his illusion.

The next day.

To be on the safe side, Pei Yuning chose a restaurant he had eaten at before, which had a rich variety of dishes and tasted very good.

In order to avoid traffic jams, I made an appointment with Shang Yanci to meet at the entrance of Yuhua Mingyuan at 11 o’clock.

Song Qingyi was worried about Pei Yuning, the innocent little sweetheart, so she called her on video and taught her some back-and-forth tactics. Pei Yuning nodded frequently and listened humbly.

Because of work reasons and the subtle influence of her elder brother Pei Yunzhi, Pei Yuning has a very strong sense of time awareness and considers it impolite to make others wait without agreeing on a time.

We arrived at the entrance of Yuhua Mingyuan at 10:50.

Pei Yuning got out of the security guard’s car and saw Shang Yanci’s Rolls-Royce parked outside the door.

With single-sided car windows, the outsiders cannot see the scene inside, but the insiders can see the outside clearly.

Pei Yuning walked over and pushed open the back door. Shang Yanci got out of the car, walked in front of her, took the pear wine in her hand and asked, “Are you feeling hangover-like?”

Shang Yanci held the bottom of the gift box of pear wine with one hand and hooked the top tie with the other hand without touching Pei Yuning’s hand the whole time.

He didn’t try to do these movements deliberately; everything happened naturally and effortlessly.

Pei Yuning lowered her eyes and looked at her empty right hand. Her action of letting go was very natural. After a few seconds of silence, she said, “No, I drank some hangover tea before going to bed last night.”

“That’s good. Please get in the car, Miss Pei.” Shang Yanci walked to the side of the car and raised his hand to protect the upper edge of the door to prevent her head from hitting it.

“Thank you.” Pei Yuning glanced at him, bent down and got into the car.

After closing the car door, Shang Yanci put the pear wine on the passenger seat, then walked around to the back seat on the other side and got in the car.

The driver drove quietly.

Shang Yanci: “We’re still some distance from the restaurant, do you want to try this first?”

Pei Yuning lowered his eyes and looked over. Shang Yanci’s palm was very big, and on it was a piece of lychee rose cream cake held steadily.