None of them had expected to encounter each other in such a situation.
Gu Lianchengâs gaze landed on the paper bag in her hand. Was she here for a check-up?
At the same time, Shang Muxue also looked at the object in her hand. What could it be?
Eleven was the first to break the silence, offering Shang Muxue a smile, "I havenât congratulated you yet, Miss Shang."
She extended her hand out to shake hands with her.
If Gu Liancheng hadnât known the truth, he might have thought her congratulations were sincere.
This girl was still the same, always keeping everything to herself. Ordinary people couldnât see through her thoughts, nor could they read anything from her expression.
The inscrutable Shang Muxue did indeed reach out to shake her hand briefly, "Thank you. But Qianxun, arenât you coming to my engagement party tomorrow? You can still congratulate me then."
"Tomorrow? Weâll see. The director mentioned wanting to discuss the script with me, so I might not have the time to stop by."
"You really must make the time to come," said Shang Muxue, who certainly didnât want Qianxun to attend, yet could only say this, "You know how the media loves to gossip. If they see youâre not there, who knows what theyâll speculate about our relationship. Those uninformed might think weâre on bad terms or, perhaps, that weâve had a dispute over Brother Liancheng, causing him trouble."
In fact, whether Eleven went or not, the media would indulge in speculation. Whether she attended or not, they would surely have something to say; only the narrative would differ.
The two sisters had fallen for the same man, and the two brothers had fallen for the same woman. Just these two facts alone provided enough material for the media to keep their pens busy.
Tomorrowâs engagement party at the Shang family would surely be a spectacle, something all the media had been preparing for over the past few days. They were ready to unleash a battle for the biggest headlines.
Elevenâs gaze shifted from Shang Muxue to Gu Liancheng, her expression indifferent: "Isnât that right?"
"Huh?" Shang Muxue was taken aback.
A few seconds passed before she understood what had been said.
Shang Qianxun was affirming her statement: their relationship was indeed in bad shape, and they had indeed had a conflict over him.
Gu Liancheng, who had been silent, had no intention of joining in the conversation.
Just watching from the sidelines, whatever way he looked at it, it was his Qianxun who had the upper hand.
When it came to verbal sparring, she would not lose to anyone, let alone to Shang Muxue â she was even less likely to lose to her.
Suddenly, Elevenâs lips curled into a meaningful smile, "Iâm just kidding. Why take it seriously? How could I put our Brother Liancheng in such a spot, right, Brother Liancheng?"
The words "Brother Liancheng" were uttered exceedingly slowly and with an emphasized tone, all while wearing a smile.
Yet no matter how one looked at it, her smile concealed a knife.
"Cough..."
Feeling his skin crawl under her gaze, Gu Liancheng coughed to relieve the awkwardness, looking away.
"Whatâs wrong? Are you feeling unwell, Brother Liancheng?" Eleven asked innocently with her charming smile and deep dimples, yet it made him extremely uncomfortable. "Miss Shang, how can you not take better care of your fiancĂ©? If he gets sick at such a critical moment, what will you do?"
"Itâs our mother whoâs sick, didnât you know?"
She knew, she had already switched to this central city hospital, Gu Liancheng had mentioned it to her.
Shang Muxueâs pride probably stemmed from the implication that she was no longer connected to the Shang family, so much so that she wasnât even aware of her birth motherâs condition.