The Rebirth of a Top Star

Shen Nanqiao might still be conflicted, but Wang Xiaotong didn't care at all. The person who was originally full of enthusiasm for going out to play was now in no mood for it, while Wang Xiaotong was the one dragging Shen Nanqiao around everywhere.

"You know what, Yungang is actually quite fun. It's not impossible to settle down here in the future."

Shen Nanqiao stayed by Wang Xiaotong's side but didn't respond to her. Even while Wang Xiaotong was trying on clothes, he just sat on the chair and waited, clearly no longer enjoying the initial pleasant atmosphere.

"No way, sister, it's just one man, and he's making you this confused."

Shen Nanqiao rolled her eyes at her. What did she mean by "just one man"? "Don't say that."

Shen Nanqiao reached out and covered Wang Xiaotong's face, refusing to let her say anything more.

Wang Xiaotong consciously took the card from Shen Nanqiao's arms and went straight to the counter to pay.

It's just a few pieces of clothing; the CEO should be able to afford it.

Finally, Shen Nanqiao was dragged home. The sofa was covered with her spoils. Shen Nanqiao went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, smoothed her hair, and said to the woman sitting on the sofa looking at her spoils, "You stay here, I'm going upstairs."

No matter how curious Wang Xiaotong was, Shen Nanqiao didn't let her come up with her.

After knocking on the door a few times, Shen Nanqiao silently thought: He's not home, he must not be home.

With a click, the door opened from the inside.

Song Shiyuan stood at the doorway, looking at Shen Nanqiao, and stepped aside to make some space: "Do you want to come in?"

The tall man politely made way for Shen Nanqiao, extending a strong invitation. Shen Nanqiao clutched the card with his name on it and entered.

As far as Shen Nanqiao could remember, this was the first time she had stepped into Song Shiyuan's home. Although the layout was the same, the different personalities of the people living there made it feel completely different to Shen Nanqiao.

Shen Nanqiao stood awkwardly in the doorway, the card in her hand feeling slightly hot.

Since the decision has been made to separate everything cleanly, these entanglements should never have arisen in the first place.

Song Shiyuan came in and closed his door. Shen Nanqiao faced him and finally handed over the hot potato in her hand. The color of Shen Nanqiao's palm and the card were in stark contrast.

"I'm sorry you spent so much today." Shen Nanqiao said politely first, and then got to the point: "You know, I'm just a small-time celebrity who's not famous enough yet." Shen Nanqiao started to be modest.

Song Shiyuan thought that Shen Nanqiao's arrival would lead to a reconciliation between the two, but her words were such a blow. Song Shiyuan pursed her lips, not wanting to speak.

Then Shen Nanqiao continued, "I am really grateful for your care during this time. President Song is a very kind person."

Shen Nanqiao's eyes sparkled as she stared at Song Shiyuan, and even though Song Shiyuan wanted to avoid her gaze, he couldn't bear to look away.

"What are you trying to say?" Song Shiyuan asked, seemingly unsure of what Shen Nanqiao was trying to say, but the raised hand remained in place.

Shen Nanqiao still said, "I was really grateful that they rented the downstairs apartment to me back then, and I was very happy during the time I was neighbors with President Song, but happy times are always short-lived, aren't they?"

Shen Nanqiao's neighbor was already envious; it must have been tiring for her slender arms to maintain the same position for so long.

Shen Nanqiao put her hand down. The card in her hand was no use, so she didn't wait for Song Shiyuan to take it from her. Instead, she put it in the cabinet in Song Shiyuan's entryway.

The black cardboard and the black entryway cabinet blended together. As Song Shiyuan followed Shen Nanqiao's hand and looked over, it was as if his heart had also settled there, leaving him feeling empty.

Shen Nanqiao's palms were sweaty and sticky. She clenched her fists and said, "I came up here to tell you that I'm moving out the day after tomorrow. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

The unexpected turn of events was devastating. Song Shiyuan had always defined their arguments as a cold war of mutual resentment, and he had actually regretted it by the second day of the cold war. Only now did they have the opportunity to talk about it.

Song Shiyuan wanted to say no, but Shen Nanqiao didn't give him a chance to speak and tried to leave after finishing her sentence.

Yes, Xiaoju has already called Shen Nanqiao and found a place. Although it's in a busy area, security might not be as good as here, but it's convenient and far from Song Shiyuan.

Shen Nanqiao only intended to draw a clear line with Song Shiyuan, and even return to a relationship that was not as good as before. She never thought of having a falling out with Song Shiyuan. Now that they have fallen out, it will not be good for Shen Nanqiao's development at all.

Shen Nanqiao wanted to leave, but Song Shiyuan wouldn't let her pass. Ever since Shen Nanqiao came in, Song Shiyuan had been standing at the door without moving an inch.

"Excuse me, may I?"

Shen Nanqiao asked politely.

Song Shiyuan did not move his feet.

Shen Nanqiao stared at him. He hadn't said a word from beginning to end. Everything that had happened today was quite strange, and Shen Nanqiao actually wanted to hear what he thought.

After all, whether two people are compatible or not is not a decision that can be made by one person alone.

I wonder if President Song would be willing to revert to a boss-employee relationship.

Song Shiyuan finally spoke his first words of the day: "You don't want to be with me anymore?" Despite being a CEO, he spoke with a hint of grievance in his voice.

Shen Nanqiao didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "It's just not suitable. Aren't you still my boss?" Looking at Song Shiyuan, who was standing at the door without moving an inch, Shen Nanqiao belatedly realized that she might not be able to leave this place.

Now we're just walking into the lion's den, asking for trouble.

Song Shiyuan wanted to say something more, but he was overwhelmed by the other party's barrage of messages and couldn't turn back.

Shen Nanqiao's face appeared before her, and then she was about to leave.

It seemed that Song Shiyuan couldn't be persuaded to stay no matter what he did.

In the end, his stubborn steps moved away. In the end, Song Shiyuan didn't say anything; the once proud man just felt a little lonely.

When Shen Nanqiao closed the door, Song Shiyuan did not move an inch.

And just like that, the door between the two of them slammed shut.