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At dinner time, Jiang Yating finally regained her spirits. Shangguan Yiting had repeatedly urged her and even brought in a Western Doctor to check on her condition. Only after confirming that she was safe and sound did he feel relieved. After giving her a few more instructions, he let her go with Shangguan Shaoyi.
Shangguan Shaoyi drove indifferently, not saying a word. She applied some makeup to cover her pale complexion and painted her lips red to mask her fatigue. She secretly observed Shangguan Shaoyi's high-profile side profile; he still had his usual cold expression, but there was an indescribable emotion that stirred within her.
As they slowly came to a stop, he reached out to open the car door and offered her a hand. She was momentarily taken aback but noticed his brow slightly furrowed, so she quickly placed her delicate palm against his cold hand, accepting his assistance.
He slowly lowered his hand, making no other movements and not looking at her, simply walking ahead quietly with a straight back.
This was a newly opened French restaurant. It was said that Ruan Yu's newly married wife loved French cuisine, so Shangguan Shaoyi chose this place.
He moved the chair for her before sitting down himself. The light piano music echoed around them; the pianist was playing Mozart's Variations on "Ah vous dirai-je, Maman," creating a brilliant atmosphere.
Shangguan Shaoyi sat quietly, resembling a statue. She stole glances at him, but he turned his eyes toward her knowingly, his handsome face serious as ice. She smiled slightly and said, "Shaoyi, are you afraid of Ruan Yu too?"
"No." He coldly uttered a single word. He didn’t know why, but he felt an unsettling premonition that something would happen.
The restaurant's main door swung open wide as the waiter announced Ruan Yu's arrival. Dressed in black military attire, with piercing dark eyes beneath his military cap, he exuded confidence. He walked with an air of authority; though a soldier, he had a charming demeanor that could easily capture a young girl's heart with just a glance from his peach blossom eyes.
He smirked slightly as he looked at Shangguan Shaoyi and Jiang Yating before saying, "Shangguan Shaoying, Consort Shangguan."
Shangguan Shaoyi gestured to him, and he sat down across from them without sparing Jiang Yating a glance, as if they were complete strangers.
"Ruan Shaoshuai, long time no see." A hint of coldness and sharpness flickered in Shangguan Shaoyi's eyes. Ruan Yu smiled nonchalantly and replied, "Yes, it has been a while. Last time I was thoroughly beaten by Shangguan Shaoying; however, since you picked up a woman I’ve used before, I suppose we’re even now."
Jiang Yating's beautiful brows furrowed together. Her pride was so strong that she could hardly tolerate even the slightest insult. She raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, her smile particularly radiant, dimming the night around her. "Is that so? Ruan Shaoshuai is charming and dashing. I wonder how people would tease Ruan Shaoshuai if they knew we have been married for a long time but have never shared a bed."
Ruan Yu curled his lips slightly, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. This woman was still the same as before, casually revealing deep secrets in public just to maintain her own face without regard for anyone else. He raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers, prompting a servant to step forward immediately.
Shangguan Shaoyi had no interest in their affairs, but to ease the atmosphere, he politely asked, "I heard Ruan Shaoshuai has married a wife; congratulations."
"No, no, no." Ruan Yu extended a finger and shook it in front of Shangguan Shaoyi. The servant brought over a fine bottle of French red wine, its crystal-clear liquid bright and vibrant, resembling distant pearls. He smirked, "You can envy me later when you meet my wife."
He frowned. After all these years, Ruan Yu had not changed at all; he remained as arrogant and frivolous as ever. He intended to respond that he would not be envious at all, but at the moment the servant opened the door, his dark pupils tightened.
The woman entered wearing an ink wash color qipao, her elegant figure appearing particularly delicate. She walked like a willow swaying in the wind, her light steps creating a rhythm akin to a dance. The pure white high heels on her soft feet slowly approached them. Her graceful curves accentuated her slender figure; her long neck stood tall and elegant, and her slim waist was enchanting. Her water-colored eyes shone with an independent clarity that brought a refreshing breeze, while her rose-colored lips gently curved into a beautiful arc.
"Cheng Mosu!" Shangguan Shaoyi could not contain his overwhelming emotions and stood up. His bright eyes radiated intense light, and uncontrollable joy surged through his veins.
The woman glanced at him lightly, extinguishing his hope. "You must be Shangguan Shaoying. Hello, it's nice to meet you; my surname is Su, with the given name Ling."
This was clearly Cheng Mosu—her appearance, demeanor, voice, walking style, and expression were all unmistakably hers! Jiang Yating's delicate fingers intertwined tightly as she bit her lip; when did Cheng Mosu become Ruan Yu's wife? Wasn't she supposed to have perished in that explosion?
Shangguan Shaoyi's knuckles turned pale as he slowly approached her in his shiny boots. He reached out and grasped Su Ling's shoulder, his gaze cold as a sword honed for millennia, as if he could kill with just the shift of air.
Su Ling showed no fear at all; a faint smile lingered on her lips as her fair fingertips lightly touched his palm. "Shangguan Shaoying, you're hurting me."
Her voice was soft and gentle, touching the pain imprinted in his blood. He frowned slightly when Ruan Yu intervened at that moment, blocking his hand and saying, "Shangguan Lin, isn't it a bit excessive to scrutinize my wife like this? I admit my wife is beautiful, but she should not be subjected to such prying."
His gaze was sharp, like a keen blade that could pierce through Ruan Yu. He lifted the pistol at his waist and aimed it directly at Ruan Yu's eyes, coldly saying, "If you say one more word, I'll shoot you on the spot."
"Alright, then let's not negotiate. If you can't complete the task regarding Jiang Shaohao, don't even think about taking Feng Province..." Before he could finish, Jiang Yating quickly covered his mouth with one hand while reaching for Shangguan Shaoyi's gun with the other. She understood clearly that Shangguan Shaoyi had become a beast devoid of reason; he was capable of doing something like this!
Such a tense atmosphere faded into the soft words of Su Ling. She raised her clear Water Eyes, exuding a faint fragrance. The thin starlight reflected on her fair face, her features were picturesque, with her Lip Corners slightly raised and her Eyelashes gently fluttering like butterfly wings. "General Shangguan, many have mentioned that I resemble your late wife Cheng Mo. There are many people in the world who look alike, but I am ultimately not her. Once a person is gone, they cannot return. Please accept my condolences and do not make things difficult for my... husband."
Shangguan Shaoyi shifted his gaze, striking her with intensity, filled with a hint of inquiry and confusion, even a faint desire.
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