Chapter 1110 - 1110 1095 Shanshan Side Story (37)

Chapter 1110: 1095, Shanshan Side Story (37) Chapter 1110: 1095, Shanshan Side Story (37) Nineteen pursed her lips, “What, are you afraid he’ll never pay attention to you again?”

“Azhan just now seemed really sad,” Shanshan said, feeling downhearted.

“It’s not that he seemed to be, he truly was heartbroken,” Seventeen added cuttingly.

Shanshan’s face fell, “What should we do then?”

“Let him be alone for a while, you shouldn’t go to find him for now,” Nineteen advised.

“But…” Shanshan was still somewhat worried, thinking about Bai Feizhan’s expression when he left just now.

“Don’t worry, Azhan won’t give up hope,” Nineteen said, knowing her concerns, and tried to comfort her.

Shanshan nodded.

As the night lights lit up, the illumination from the street lamps gathered to brighten the whole of Beijing.

It was Jian Qing’s birthday, which should have been a joyous occasion, but for some reason, it was tinged with a subtle awkwardness.

Outside the Courtyard, all was silent.

Seventeen and Nineteen exchanged looks, both their gazes inadvertently falling on the figure opposite them.

“Azhan.” In the end, it was Seventeen who broke the silence between the three of them.

“Did you guys know about this all along?” Bai Feizhan asked in a calm voice.

Seventeen took a step forward, his well-defined hand resting on his shoulder.

“Azhan, matters of the heart are hard to say,” he said.

Bai Feizhan curled his lips slightly, his eyes unable to hide his melancholy. He knew that Shanshan had always felt something special for Mu Chen, but he hadn’t expected that after Mu Chen’s disappearance for so many years, she would still choose him in the end.

“Oldest brother, second brother.”

Shanshan walked out, her gaze discreetly sweeping towards Bai Feizhan.

Seventeen and Nineteen exchanged a look and both walked back into the house together.

Hearing the footsteps behind him getting closer, Bai Feizhan stood still in his original spot, for the first time ignoring her.

“Azhan,” Shanshan reached out her hand, her slender fingertips tugging at his sleeve.

“Are you angry?”

The woman’s soft and sticky voice was ultimately Bai Feizhan’s weak point.

He looked down at the person beside him, remaining silent for a long while.

The two of them had been fighting since they were kids, and this was the first time they had been together in such silence.

Just as Shanshan couldn’t help but want to speak, Bai Feizhan finally broke the silence.

“Shanshan, what am I to you in your heart?”

Shanshan was taken aback, then said, “Younger brother, family, friend.”

Family love, friendship…

But definitely not romantic love.

Bai Feizhan showed a bitter smile, “Shanshan, we’ve known each other even longer than you’ve known Mu Chen. He disappeared for six years, and yet, you still chose him. I’ve spent six years, even longer, trying to oust him from your heart, but I couldn’t.”

Hearing this, Shanshan lowered her head.

“Shanshan, are you truly happy with him?” Bai Feizhan gazed at her with an indescribably complex expression.

Shanshan bit her lower lip lightly, then nodded.

I’m sorry, Azhan.

Bai Feizhan managed to squeeze out a smile, reached out his hand, and gently ruffled her hair, “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

The rest is no longer important.

“Azhan,” Shanshan’s voice was tinged with a note of sourness in her nose as she called out softly.

“Alright, my Shanshan princess is supposed to be fearless, crying now would be too disappointing,” Bai Feizhan said in a deliberately light tone as he saw her eyes turning red.

“How about you give me a hug, maybe then I won’t feel sad anymore.”

Shanshan nodded earnestly, then hugged him forcefully, Bai Feizhan’s chest aching from the impact, his strong arms tightly wrapping around her.

He slowly closed his eyes, hiding the loneliness and sorrow at the bottom of them.

My princess has finally found the prince who suits her best.

It’s just that, the person isn’t me.

After a moment, he let go, his lips curling into the habitual lazy and unruly smile.

“Shanshan, if he’s not good to you, remember to tell me, and I’ll beat him up for you.”

“Mm.”

Shanshan’s eyes smiled, “Azhan, thank you.”

“Tsk, that ‘thank you’ is rare,” Bai Feizhan teased with a smile.

Shanshan huffed softly.

“Shanshan, I’ve got something to tell you.” Bai Feizhan glanced at the brightly lit living room, his eyes shifting.

“Hmm?” Shanshan was puzzled.

Bai Feizhan leaned down and whispered a few words into her ear.

As the sliding doors opened, Mu Chen’s gaze instantly shifted towards them.

Seeing the two who walked in, his deep, dark eyes suddenly darkened.

Nineteen, never one to avoid stirring things up, squinted and said, “Hey, you two do make a good pair standing together.”

Shanshan, arm in arm with Bai Feizhan, strolled in amidst chatter and laughter.

With just one glance, Seventeen and Nineteen could tell that the two had cleared things up and were back to their usual selves.

“Indeed, quite pleasing to the eyes,” Seventeen echoed.

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen’s gaze fell on the small hand looped through Bai Feizhan’s arm, his eyes deepening.

He stood up and stepped forward to Shanshan, “Shanshan, let’s go get the cake.”

Bai Feizhan lifted the corner of his mouth, sure enough, he was jealous.

He deliberately said, “Shanshan and I can go get it; we used to go to that cake shop together all the time.”

Mu Chen remained silent, his gaze fixed on Shanshan.

“How about the three of us go together?” Facing Mu Chen’s gem-like black eyes, Shanshan ultimately couldn’t bear it.

Bai Feizhan clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand, saying with a deep meaning, “Forget it, I don’t want to walk with a vinegar jar and end up drowned by it.”

After finishing, he pushed Shanshan towards Mu Chen.

“She’s in your hands now, if you lose her, I can snatch her back at any time.”

Mu Chen responded with a sound, his fist tightened and extended.

Bai Feizhan curled his lip into a smile and bumped fists with him.

Shanshan watched the two men, a faint smile lifting the corners of her lips.

“We haven’t gotten together in a long time, and with Mu Chen here, why don’t we play a round?” Nineteen interjected.

“No problem, what shall we play?” Bai Feizhan was back to his usual carefree self, if one ignored the brief flicker of loss in his eyes, it might seem as though nothing was amiss.

“Mahjong,” Seventeen said.

“What about the cake?” Shanshan asked.

“I’ll go get it,” Seventeen replied.

Shanshan said, “Then we’re one short.”

“Don’t forget, there’s daddy too, you guys go up,” Seventeen’s intentions were best understood by Nineteen.

“You two better not take it lightly, losing to my dad is quite embarrassing.” Because once their dad won a round, they wouldn’t have a chance to turn the tables, and would usually end up utterly defeated.

Every time they played, their losses were quite brutal.

“I heard someone’s playing Mahjong,” Jian Qing’s voice called down from upstairs.

Seventeen and the others looked up to see Quan Jingwu was there as well.

“Remember to bring money if you’re going to play Mahjong,” Jian Qing leaned on Quan Jingwu, saying with a cheerful smile.

“Mommy, I’m your dear son,” Nineteen playfully wailed.

“Acting cute won’t work, I’m on your daddy’s side,” Jian Qing boldly declared her affection.

Quan Jingwu’s thin lips slightly curved, his deep purple eyes glanced at Mu Chen, “You should join as well.”

Trying to steal his precious little one wasn’t going to be easy.

Today, he would make sure Mu Chen lost until he doubted his existence.

Mu Chen nodded slightly, Nineteen reached out, patting him on the shoulder, “Brother, good luck to you.”