The Rebirth of a Top Star

Shen Nanqiao's hand didn't come closer; it just hovered lightly above the key before finally withdrawing it.

"That's not appropriate."

Shen Nanqiao didn't give Dou Shiyan a chance to say anything more and directly refused.

In fact, Dou Shiyan knew in his heart that this would be the outcome. He said, "When you stand higher, you will naturally see more things."

Shen Nanqiao knew what he meant. "I know."

Actually, it goes without saying that everyone understands. This was also Shen Nanqiao's own goal. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Dou Shiyan said the last thing he wanted to say: "We're still friends." Dou Shiyan stared intently at Shen Nanqiao, not giving her any room to hide. "If you need any help in the future, just say so."

Dou Shiyan stated that he was waiting for Shen Nanqiao's reply.

Actually, Dou Shiyan wasn't sure whether to go left or right.

Shen Nanqiao is not someone you can always see through, especially now that Song Shiyuan has added to her influence.

That shrewd businessman.

This is how Dou Shiyan evaluated Song Shiyuan.

Shen Nanqiao nodded without speaking, which could be considered a reluctant agreement.

Having received an affirmative answer, Dou Shiyan knew that at least their friendship was preserved. So he pressed his advantage: "Then can I ask for a hug that I can't have?"

With his arms outstretched and held firmly at his sides, Dou Shiyan reached out his hands, waiting for Shen Nanqiao's reply.

This wasn't moral blackmail; Shen Nanqiao could sense that this was Dou Shiyan's farewell.

She had no reason to refuse her friend's request for a hug.

So the story goes back to the beginning, to the moment Shen Nanqiao saw Song Shiyuan.

Standing in front of Song Shiyuan, Dou Shiyan realized that he had complicated things. He looked at Shen Nanqiao apologetically.

Shen Nanqiao peeked out from behind Song Shiyuan and winked at Dou Shiyan, signaling that he could leave.

Dou Shiyan and Shen Nanqiao's tacit understanding makes them very easy to understand each other.

"Then I'll be going now." Dou Shiyan turned to the side, about to walk past Song Shiyuan toward the entrance.

Song Shiyuan watched Dou Shiyan leave from beginning to end, until Dou Shiyan closed the door with a click.

Why is he here?

Now that there were no outsiders around, Song Shiyuan asked Shen Nanqiao in confusion. Shen Nanqiao shrugged and said, "Maybe something's wrong."

Shen Nanqiao believed that what happened today was just a minor matter and that it wouldn't have any significant impact, so she didn't explain things too clearly.

Song Shiyuan was unhappy.

"Is there nothing to say?" Song Shiyuan's emotions were running high, and he suddenly didn't know how to deal with them.

I didn't understand what stance I should take when handling things.

Perhaps like Song Shiyuan, the force in his hand grew heavier and heavier, and even though he was trying to control himself, Shen Nanqiao inevitably felt pain.

With her wound held in Song Shiyuan's palm, Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts."

Only then did Song Shiyuan notice his swollen wrist.

He turned on the light, and the originally dim living room instantly became bright, revealing the two dragon-like shapes that seemed to be perched on Shen Nanqiao's wrist.

Instantly, Song Shiyuan released his grip, his hand trembling slightly, and dared not touch the visible wound again.

"This is..." Song Shiyuan asked knowingly, guessing what it was, but still wanting to ask.

"It's okay." Shen Nanqiao pulled her wrist back. Song Shiyuan's reaction was too extreme, and besides, he hurt himself.

Shen Nanqiao inexplicably didn't want to explain, and wasn't sure if it was just her own temper acting up.

Shen Nanqiao's wrist was pulled behind her back. "What are you doing here now?"

Shen Nanqiao clearly wanted to see Song Shiyuan, but after seeing him, she didn't know what to say.

There's only one dry sentence: "What are you doing here?"

The two stood there without saying a word. Shen Nanqiao was angry inside. She had gone up and down the stairs so many times and sent so many messages on her phone, but she hadn't received a single response.

Now, suddenly being questioned again, no one would be happy about that.

Song Shiyuan no longer wanted to ask Shen Nanqiao what had just happened.

"Stop fooling around, let me see your wound first."

Song Shiyuan gently held Shen Nanqiao's wrist in his hands and examined it carefully. It was somewhat inflamed, but fortunately there were no obvious wounds.

Song Shiyuan couldn't help but ask, "Did Gu Leqi do this?" Shen Nanqiao was surprised, "You already knew?"

Shen Nanqiao thought that she hadn't said anything yet, and hadn't even used her tattling skills, but Song Shiyuan already knew and wouldn't give her a chance to do so.

"It doesn't hurt that much." Song Shiyuan was still observing. Shen Nanqiao's hand was being held by the other person the whole time, and she felt a little strange.

Shen Nanqiao tried to struggle, but Song Shiyuan held her forearm tightly. "Don't move," he said, his tone full of worry and tenderness.

Shen Nanqiao stopped moving as he said, "I really am fine, it just looks serious."

Shen Nanqiao was actually trying to comfort Song Shiyuan, but Song Shiyuan insisted on dealing with it. Before Shen Nanqiao could say anything, Song Shiyuan let go of her hand and began to move.

However, before he could find it, Song Shiyuan saw the pale yellow mark on his hand and realized why Shen Nanqiao had stopped him from doing something futile.

"You've already taken care of it." Song Shiyuan's words carried a hint of inquiry. Shen Nanqiao wanted to say yes, but couldn't control herself and said dryly, "Ah, yes, I've taken care of it."

There was no need to explain clearly; Song Shiyuan wasn't stupid, and he knew what Shen Nanqiao was hesitating about.

"Then I'm relieved." After saying this, Song Shiyuan was about to turn back. Shen Nanqiao felt that she still had so much to say, so why was he leaving?

"Wait a minute," Shen Nanqiao said, standing behind Song Shiyuan.

This indeed halted Song Shiyuan's steps: "Is there anything else?" Song Shiyuan's voice inexplicably became very cold.

"I have something else to say." Shen Nanqiao seized the opportunity, but she hadn't yet uttered the explanation she had prepared.

"Did you see the message I sent you?" Shen Nanqiao asked first, wanting to know how much Song Shiyuan knew.

When the topic of cell phones came up, Song Shiyuan froze, pursed his lips, and said, "I've been too busy to even look at my phone."

Shen Nanqiao was now at a loss for words to explain. She had intended to continue her previous explanation online, but it turned out that Song Shiyuan hadn't seen it at all.

Shen Nanqiao suddenly didn't know what to say.

She no longer wanted to explain; all she wanted to know was what Song Shiyuan, who was standing with his back to her, was thinking.

After Shen Nanqiao stopped, no one spoke again.

And so, one person watched, and the other remained silent.

Just stand there quietly.

"you......"