Chapter 19: Was It a Woman Again?

“Yes, I’ll make the call right away.” Upon hearing this, Zhou Bei hurriedly nodded, took out his phone, and turned to leave the dining room.

Just as Zhou Bei stepped out, Aunt Xu entered, bringing with her Lin Nanxun, who had only just gotten up.

“Have some hot milk first.” As soon as Lin Nanxun sat down, Aunt Xu poured her a glass of milk.

Lin Nanxun glanced down at the milk in front of her. She didn’t really have an appetite, but she didn’t dare refuse. She stole a timid glance at the man sitting beside her, whose handsome face was set in stern lines, and obediently drank the milk.

At that moment, Zhou Bei returned with his phone, walked straight to Shen Hanzhi’s side, and spoke to him in a lowered voice.

“Boss, I’m afraid Lu Yuanchong won’t be able to come today.”

At Zhou Bei’s words, Shen Hanzhi’s brows furrowed.

“He’s been injured—this time… his leg is broken…” Zhou Bei continued.

A flash of disdain flickered in Shen Hanzhi’s eyes.

“Was it a woman again?” His tone was calm, as if this sort of thing had become routine.

“This time, I think… it was the woman’s husband…” Zhou Bei replied awkwardly.

After he finished speaking, Shen Hanzhi pressed his thin lips together in comprehension, cast a sidelong glance at the woman quietly sipping her milk beside him, and then gave an order.

“You’ll take her over.”

As soon as Shen Hanzhi’s command fell, Lin Nanxun, who had been drinking her milk, jolted at the mention of being “sent” somewhere. She immediately turned her head, anxiety etched on her face as she watched the situation unfold.

“Yes, I’ll see Miss Lin over,” Zhou Bei replied with a nod.

Shen Hanzhi said nothing more, continuing his breakfast with his usual composure.

But Lin Nanxun was visibly uneasy. After finishing her meal absent-mindedly, she saw Shen Hanzhi rise and leave the dining room.

“Miss Lin, I’ll escort you out,” Zhou Bei said politely, standing at her side.

Lin Nanxun’s face changed, panic flooding her features. Before Zhou Bei could say anything else, she abruptly stood up, hurried out of the dining room, and caught up to Shen Hanzhi, who had just left.

“Miss Lin, where are you going?” Aunt Xu quickly followed after her.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Shen Hanzhi suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the woman following him with such panic written all over her face.

Before he could ask, she reached out and suddenly grasped his large hand at his side.

“I don’t want to go…”

The sudden touch made Shen Hanzhi freeze in place.

He lowered his eyes to where she held his hand. Her hand was smaller than his, so she only managed to grip a few of his fingers, holding on lightly.

Her hand was soft, her palm a little damp with sweat, yet he felt not the slightest trace of disgust.

His gaze deepened.

“You’re a meanie, don’t throw me away… I’ll never make you angry again.” Lin Nanxun clung to Shen Hanzhi’s hand, her emotions on the verge of spilling over.

She didn’t want to be sent away. She was afraid that, like her uncle, this “meanie” would abandon her and never want her again.

She was truly terrified…

No sooner had she spoken than fat tears began to fall from her eyes.

The tears soaked her lashes, and her beautiful little face grew pale.

Perhaps it was the fear and panic in her heart, but her frail shoulders trembled, every movement betraying her anxiety.

This scene made something in Shen Hanzhi’s expression tighten.

On his handsome face, his expression grew suddenly complex.