I'll Still Love You Tomorrow Chapter 43: He Knows Me So Well

“……”

Sheng Xian felt his head hurt and he called out in a warning tone, “Lu Jingyan.”

If it was Chen Kai, he would have been frightened off with such a tone.

But Lu Jingyan wasn’t the least bit fazed. Instead, she inched her head closer to him.

She was so close he could feel her breath, it carried a faint sweetness from the candy.

Sheng Xian swallowed and he glanced down at her.

Lu Jingyan returned his gaze defiantly.

After a few seconds, Lu Jingyan pushed the candy from her left cheek to the right and with a crack, she bit into it and swallowed the pieces. “Gege, can you recommend me to your plastic surgeon?”

“……”

“He knows my type.”

“……”

“He turned you into the man of my dreams.”

“……”

“In particular…” Lu Jingyan’s gaze slid to his lips, “Your lips.” She paused for two seconds and came close to him, her voice a whisper, “It’s perfect for kissing.”

“……”

Sheng Xian froze, not moving for a good two seconds before he jerked his head away, exhaling. “I didn’t get any surgery, it’s natural.”

Lu Jingyan eyed him with suspicion, “Let me touch it.”

“……“

Sheng Xian shut his eyes, sounding defeated, “Stop messing around.”

Lu Jingyan continued, “I’m not messing around. If you’re natural, I’ll know just by touching your face.”

Sheng Xian inhaled sharply. This elementary school student was pushing it too far.

He glanced down for a few seconds and lowered his head to her ears, “How do you intend to touch me?”

Lu Jingyan opened her mouth, her raised hand stilling midair.

His voice was soft, sending tingles through her ear, causing her to pull back involuntarily.

It seemed as though the scene was lagging, Lu Jingyan stilled for a long while before regaining her senses.

She was a player in the field and yet, she was at a loss for words but she couldn’t just stay there motionlessly without saying anything, that would make her seem like a novice.

She thought for a few seconds before retracting herself slowly. She burped and said, “I-I need the restroom.”

With that, she stood up with her hand propped up on the table, took her phone, picked up her jacket in a calm manner, and walked out of the bar.

Sheng Xian glanced at the bag she left on the chair and massaged his temples.

He saw through her pretense, she may seem like a player that had gone through endless partners but in reality, it was all talk.

She couldn’t handle a tease at all.

Sheng Xian sighed. Two hours ago, he didn’t have anything in mind and had ended work early, but on his way home, he unknowingly arrived in her neighborhood.

He was puzzled by his behavior and had scolded himself in the car but just as he was about to leave, he saw her come out from a car. He then followed her into the bar.

She sat near the window alone, taking up a table for four.

Beside her were groups filled with laughter and chatter, she was the only one drinking alone in the corner.

In contrast to the boisterous environment, she appeared very lonely which made his heart ache for her.

Just as Bo Mu had said, she wasn’t sociable. When someone hit on her, she wouldn’t even glance at the person and when someone cornered her, she would slam her wine glass on the table and say something irritably.

Even though they were separated by a glass, he knew she had told him to get lost.

Thereafter, a bespectacled woman entered the bar and even without witnessing the subsequent events, he knew there would be a romantic squabble.

The man she was looking for was extremely rude towards her and his friends watched on without trying to help her.

She was watching the scene unfold, her expression colder and more detached than anyone else.

Next, the man brought the woman out to an alleyway. The man felt like he was humiliated and scolded her irritably.

Next…she appeared.

She leaned against the wall by the alleyway and watched on.

The next moment, she hit the man.

After the couple had left the bar, the group in the bar continued on as though nothing had happened.

This was the first time he saw a hint of her former self.

With that, he suddenly stilled.

After a few seconds, he picked up his phone and searched for the contact number of his newest domestic abuse client. He texted her, “Can you send me evidence of your husband abusing you?”

His client sent him the evidence today but they hadn’t had the time to meet yet.

His client replied very quickly, he received the video in less than a minute.

It was the open-air rooftop.

Sheng Xian asked, “When did it happen?”

“That day at the Four Seasons hotel.”

She sent a long voice note over, “I received it through courier yesterday night but there wasn’t a return address.”

Sheng Xian didn’t reply.

His heart squeezed, and started to race.

It’s her.

She said she wouldn’t testify or help and appeared cold and indifferent as though she didn’t care.

But she captured the evidence at the first instance.