Why is it, exactly?
She couldnât understand.
But even if she couldnât, she wouldnât back down. As long as she could win his heart, what did waiting a little longer matter?
"Should I cut it into pieces and feed it to you?"
"Suit yourself."
His tone was so cold, it was hard for her to grasp his feelings.
Still, Qu Leqi insisted that Nian Shen liked her. Otherwise, why, out of so many people, had he chosen her?
Suppressing the nervous trembling inside her, she began cutting the pear into small pieces.
If someone were standing nearby to watch closely, theyâd notice that Qu Leqiâs hand was shakingâuncontrollably trembling.
Soon, it was done. She sat on the edge of the bed, pierced a piece with a toothpick, and fed it to his mouth.
He ate the piece that she handed to his lips but didnât let his gaze linger on her for even a moment.
She hesitated for a bit and then spoke up, "Mr. Nian... I donât know if I somehow offended Heather. She seems to keep targeting me..."
"You really donât know?" Nian Shen replied.
Qu Leqi paused for a moment. What did he mean by that? But still, she nodded, "No, I donât know. Do you, Mr. Nian?"
"Heather dislikes people who are disrespectful to her. If you donât learn how to speak to her properly, youâll keep suffering because of her. Her temper isnât great. If you donât intend to accommodate her, itâs best not to provoke her."
Qu Leqiâs hand trembled so hard she almost skewered the pear with the toothpick.
Those words...
What did they mean?
To put it bluntly, hadnât she come to complain? Normally, wouldnât someone stand up for their girlfriend immediately?
Forget standing up for her; he hadnât even comforted her. In fact, it seemedâhe was criticizing her instead?
The stark disparity from her expectations left Qu Leqi frozen, unsure how to respond.
"Actually, youâve been pretty lucky. She hasnât done anything to you yet. But if you keep provoking her, crossing her boundaries, I canât guarantee what she might do to you. Let me warn youâthe last person who schemed against her is already dead."
The word "dead" from Nian Shenâs mouth carried an immense chill, leaving her entirely frozen, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
Dead...?
And the way Nian Shen uttered that word, without a trace of humor, made it impossible for her to dismiss it as a joke.
Was he suggesting...
Could he mean Tang Ming?
Tang Ming was her...?
Awkward and overwhelmed, Qu Leqi let out a dry laugh and said, "You seem to know her quite well, Mr. Nian. Did you know her from before?"
She had asked lightly, just to shift the topic and avoid digging into the terrifying matter.
Unexpectedly, Nian Shen seemed to find her question significant and even closed the folder he had been holding.
"I know her."
Qu Leqi froze: "You really know her?"
How could that be...
From Heatherâs behavior, she didnât seem like someone who knew Nian Shen.
"Donât ask questions you shouldnât be asking," Nian Shenâs fleeting tenderness left Qu Leqi bewildered, only for his expression to turn back to frosty indifference moments later. "Just rememberâplay your role well. Donât fantasize about things that donât exist."
Qu Leqiâs body stiffened, her voice trembling: "Y-Yes... I understand, Mr. Nian."
How could she possibly admit to everyone that nothing had ever happened between her and Nian Shen?
She had no idea why Nian Shen had her pretend to be his girlfriend, acting the part a girlfriend should.
She had thought she might have a chance. But his current icy demeanor seemed to announce something final.