The Rebirth of a Top Star

The atmosphere in the car was very heavy. After leaving the crowd, Shen Nanqiao stopped talking, leaving only Xiaoju's tense breathing.

She shouldn't be in the car; she should be staying obediently under the car.

Shen Nanqiao was also looking down at her phone, and no one even turned on the car stereo, so they just drove awkwardly like that.

Xiao Ju fiddled with her phone and sent a message to Shen Nanqiao: "Sister Nanqiao, why don't you tell the boss to find a place to drop me off?"

Shen Nanqiao glanced at the screen, reassured Xiaoju with her eyes, and said, "We'll go home together in a bit, no need to rush."

Yes, Xiaoju is now living with Shen Nanqiao.

Shen Nanqiao patted Xiaoju's wrist reassuringly and said to Song Shiyuan, who was driving in front, "Just drop us off on the right at the next intersection."

Song Shiyuan looked at Shen Nanqiao through the rearview mirror, without asking any questions or doubts. He simply headed straight for the destination Shen Nanqiao had mentioned, as if he had received an order.

Even at this point, no one spoke, so Shen Nanqiao lowered her head and fiddled with her phone.

Both of them were like ostriches unwilling to give in first; one buried himself in his phone, while the other was comfortably engrossed in the atmosphere of driving.

When they arrived at their destination, Xiaoju got out of the car first. As usual, she opened the car door and waited for Shen Nanqiao to get out, but Shen Nanqiao waved to her, indicating that she should go back first.

The car door closed again, and the car's exhaust fumes exploded in front of Xiaoju. Watching Shen Nanqiao's departing car, Xiaoju smacked her lips, remembering how Shen Nanqiao always sat in a daze at their new home.

Sometimes it's good to talk things out.

Xiaoju turned around and went home.

Turn on the light in the entryway.

Shen Nanqiao kissed in the dim light.

No one knows why they suddenly returned to Pinshui Sishu. Song Shiyuan drove here, and Shen Nanqiao didn't stop him, so this is the situation now.

The house was dimly lit, with no light source. Song Shiyuan's back was pressed against the wall, and the room had a cold, desolate feel, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

The scent that wafted into her nose was none of the smell of her former residence. She reached out and touched the key she had left behind before leaving.

I never expected to be all alone here.

Song Shiyuan tightened his grip on Shen Nanqiao's waist, bringing the two closer together.

With each movement, Shen Nanqiao sought a foothold, gripping the leg of the cabinet in the entryway. Her movements were erratic and slippery, like the thoughts in her mind soaring through the sky.

Everything happened so naturally.

Early in the morning, Shen Nanqiao's phone buzzed, dancing back and forth on the shoe cabinet in the entryway.

Shen Nanqiao, whose peace and quiet had been disturbed, was not angry. Instead, she sat up in a daze and looked at the scene in front of her.

The bed sheets were very familiar, with the exact same pattern as when she was there. If it weren't for the fact that Shen Nanqiao was currently living in the same bed sheets, Shen Nanqiao would have really thought that she hadn't moved out yet.

There was no one by the bed anymore, only a faint smell of alcohol lingered around Shen Nanqiao.

It smelled like Song Shiyuan yesterday.

Shen Nanqiao sat up in annoyance, reached under her pillow and found that her phone was missing, then remembered to look for it.

At the foot of the bed was a long dress in Shen Nanqiao's size. Now that the weather was getting warmer, Song Shiyuan's taste was not bad. The corners of Shen Nanqiao's mouth turned up instantly disappeared the moment she realized she was smiling.

Something's not right, at least something's not right about me.

Something started to go wrong last night. My emotions were being swept up by this person, and the longing I felt for them, whom I hadn't seen for so long, burst forth at that moment.

Shen Nanqiao had to start facing her own inner self.

I changed my clothes and went out before realizing my phone was still buzzing. I picked it up and Xiaoju's anxious voice immediately came through the phone.

"Sister, where did you go all night? I couldn't get through to you." Xiaoju's voice even sounded slightly tearful.

Shen Nanqiao comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm at my old place. You can rest today."

Shen Nanqiao hadn't yet made her point clearly, and she wasn't prepared to simply run away.

They were still talking when the key clicked as it went into the door.

Song Shiyuan came in carrying rice porridge and steamed buns. Seeing Shen Nanqiao on the phone, he gestured to go into the kitchen, took out plates, and arranged the prepared food.

Shen Nanqiao ended the chat with a few simple words, casually tossed her phone back to its original spot, and sat down in her usual seat, so familiar that it felt like she had never left before.

The two ate their breakfast in silence, heads down, without saying a word. Shen Nanqiao didn't ask why she had returned here. They finished their meal in silence, until Shen Nanqiao watched as Song Shiyuan finished packing his things, then she rested her chin on her hand and looked at the busy man.

"Do you have anything to say?"

It's like someone who hasn't spoken in a long time suddenly starts talking, and it feels a bit unfamiliar.

Song Shiyuan first shook his head to indicate that he was doing something, and only after shaking his head did he realize what he was doing.

Suddenly nodding again, Shen Nanqiao realized that she couldn't tell whether the problem was hers or Song Shiyuan's. Perhaps it was simply a matter of the difference in their social status.

Shen Nanqiao listened attentively to Song Shiyuan's words. He kept apologizing, but his words didn't get to the point.

Shen Nanqiao didn't care whether it was important or not. As soon as she picked up her phone, she saw the screen light up.

The top trending topic was still related to himself; the car had been exposed, given its unique color and one-of-a-kind modifications, making it difficult to hide.

Shen Nanqiao saw her photo and Gu Leqi's photo placed together, and the uninformed public followed the marketing accounts and started criticizing her.

Shen Nanqiao turned off her phone in frustration.

Song Shiyuan saw it, and his immediate thought was to deal with the matter. Before he could figure out what the matter was, he saw that Gu Leqi had appeared on Weibo under his real name in the latest news.

Rich kids usually don't use their real names to navigate the sea of ​​Weibo, but Gu Leqi is just that kind of immature, as if he's afraid people won't know it's him, so he appears in the public eye with his real name.

"You guys really have nothing better to do than lend my car to my brother and all this gossip just happens.

There was no proof whatsoever, just a headshot he had just taken. When Song Shiyuan showed it to Shen Nanqiao on his phone, Shen Nanqiao, who was still thinking about how to resolve the situation, burst out laughing.

She initially had a bad impression of Gu Leqi, but now she's convinced he's a comedian.

Seeing Shen Nanqiao smile, Song Shiyuan put down his phone. "I'm sorry, I was too emotional at the time."

The usually decisive and efficient CEO was now behaving subserviently in front of Shen Nanqiao, and Shen Nanqiao was surprised to feel something different about him.

Shen Nanqiao stared intently at him, and suddenly didn't want to say anything more.

The adults' gazes were too direct. Song Shiyuan threw down the phone he had been holding, reached across the table, grabbed Shen Nanqiao's chin, and kissed her.