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72: Episode 072 Ex-Boyfriend (Fourth Update!

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72: Episode 072 Ex-Boyfriend (Fourth Update!

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One party wanted to mend the relationship,

while the other had a favor to ask.

The two indeed hit it off right away, and the meal went exceptionally well, with both host and guest thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Although it was Li Shuru and Jiang Chen who invited them, in the end, it was Liang Zhenlun who paid the bill.

The guy was not usually this flexible, but once he was certain that Bai Haoran had not exaggerated, his attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn, and he did not mention any of the previous conflicts and disputes.

Currying favor with those in power.

It might sound like a derogatory term, but if one wants to better adapt to society, it is actually an important skill to master.

Six bottles of beer, three each for two men.

Not much, but Liang Zhenlun’s face inevitably turned a bit red.

“Senior Jiang, Shu Rui, I’ll let you know as soon as there’s any news,” he said.

“Thank you for the trouble,” they replied.

At the restaurant entrance, the two sides parted amicably.

Watching the retreating figures of Jiang Chen and Li Shuru, Liang Zhenlun exhaled the alcohol fumes and squinted his eyes slightly.

After standing in place for a while, as soon as Jiang Chen and his companion disappeared from view, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

“Where are you?

Let’s meet up.”

————

The central sports field.

Ai Qian walked in, glanced around the soccer field and track, then turned her gaze to the grandstand.

Liang Zhenlun was sitting there alone, seemingly watching others play soccer.

Ai Qian, expressionless, walked up to him.

Since her last birthday, this was the first time she met Liang Zhenlun.

“I thought we had already broken up,” she said.

Without anger or annoyance, Liang Zhenlun turned his head and said, “Take a seat.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

Ai Qian remained unmoved, standing nearby.

Her face showed none of the tender affection typical between lovers.

Her tone was neutral, even cold, with a clear sense of estrangement.

With his face still flushed from the alcohol, Liang Zhenlun looked at her and smiled, “Even if we can’t be lovers, there’s no need to be enemies, right?

Have a seat, let’s talk calmly.”

Ai Qian was silent, seemingly lost in thought.

“Although I went a bit too far in some areas, at least during the time we were together, materially, I treated you well, didn’t I?” Liang Zhenlun spoke gently, “Consider it doing me a favor.”

Upon hearing this, Ai Qian finally sat down on the steps next to him.

Liang Zhenlun smiled satisfactorily and returned his attention to the young men sweating it out on the grass field.

“It seems you have really made up your mind,” he said.

Ai Qian also looked out onto the field.

“We’re not suitable for each other,” she said.

“Not suitable?”

Liang Zhenlun was not angry; today, young master Liang seemed to have an exceptionally good temper.

“When we first got together, you didn’t say that,” he murmured.

Ai Qian remained silent.

“Having regrets?

Want to start over with Jiang Chen?” Liang Zhenlun asked with a smile, looking at the sports field.

“Is that question important to you?

To you, I’m just a trophy that has lost its value,” Ai Qian said with a trace of self-mockery on her face.

“Why would you say that?”

“Is it not true?

Dare you say you liked me?”

Neither of them looked at each other, even though they were close by, it felt as though there was an invisible gulf between them.

Liang Zhenlun, who was not bad at sweet-talking, seemed unwilling or did not want to feign affection anymore and therefore, did not directly answer the question.

“Ai Qian, you are a smart woman.

Why ask such meaningless questions?

To like?

Is that important?

Surely you weren’t with me because of love, were you?

I don’t think so.”

Ai Qian stayed silent, her expression showing a hint of discomfort.

“You said we’re not suitable, but I don’t agree with that viewpoint.

I think we were quite compatible, it’s just that… ah, you couldn’t control your ambition.

Remember how we started out, with an unspoken agreement to each get what we needed?

Wasn’t that great?”

Liang Zhenlun sighed, “It didn’t have to come to this.”

Ai Qian sneered.

“Blaming me now?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

Liang Zhenlun said with a wry smile, “Right or wrong has never been of any significance.

Since you have made up your mind, I naturally won’t force you to stay.”

Although she had made up her mind, Ai Qian couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart when she heard such a crisp response from him.

“I’ll return the things you gave me after I sort them out.”

Ai Qian took a light breath, clinging to the last bit of her dignity.

“No need for that.

What kind of person do you think I, Liang Zhenlun, am?

I never ask for the things I give away.

Besides, if you return them to me, I wouldn’t need them anyway, and would only have to throw them away.”

Liang Zhenlun smiled and said, “I didn’t ask to meet with you today to settle any accounts.”

“Is there something else?”

“Do you know who I was eating with just now?”

Liang Zhenlun turned his head, the curve of his lips carrying a significant meaning.

“It’s none of my business.”

Ai Qian looked towards the field, her eyes not straying.

“No, it is related to you, and quite significantly at that.”

Liang Zhenlun didn’t play coy and promptly admitted, “It was Jiang Chen, as well as Li Shuru.”

Ai Qian’s pupils contracted, her hands involuntarily tightening their grip on her knees.

“Li Shuru’s father is seriously ill, hospitalized in East Sea, and they reached out to me for help.

It’s Li Shuru’s family matter, yet Jiang Chen accompanied her, which makes me wonder, how close must their relationship be now?”

Liang Zhenlun spoke in an unhurried manner, as if making idle chat.

“You’re lying, Li Shuru is so picky, how could she possibly fall for Jiang Chen?”

Ai Qian finally couldn’t help but turn her head, her expression cold and even tinged with anger.

“Ha.”

Liang Zhenlun let out a chuckle, “Ai Qian, seeing you so worked up really makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Ai Qian remained indifferent.

Liang Zhenlun let out a soft sigh.

“You should know very well whether I’m lying or not.

The rumors around the school about the two of them—you couldn’t possibly have not heard them.

Why continue to deceive yourself?”

Ai Qian’s face looked terrible.

“That’s all lies.”

“Whether it’s true or false, you can verify it yourself, whether by approaching Jiang Chen or Li Shuru.

As your ex-boyfriend, I just wanted to kindly remind you not to pin your hopes on Jiang Chen anymore.

The road back to him has become impassable.”

“Impossible!”

Ai Qian stood up abruptly, “Li Shuru has told me, she could never like Jiang Chen!”

“When did she tell you that?”

Liang Zhenlun continued to sit there calmly, “You should know very well that people change.”

“What’s the reason?”

Ai Qian demanded angrily, “The people she associates with are all rich playboys, heirs to fortunes.

What could Jiang Chen possibly have to attract her?”

Liang Zhenlun did not respond immediately, instead turning his head to look up at the emotionally charged girl, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of—

sympathy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Ai Qian frowned tightly.

“After being with Jiang Chen for so long, do you really have no clue about his background?”

“What do you mean?”

Liang Zhenlun shook his head and sighed.

“It seems he has always kept you in the dark.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What I’m saying is, Jiang Chen is not poor at all, not even a little bit.

Just now, to save Li Shuru’s father, he immediately put forth three million.

You asked why Li Shuru would fall for him, I suppose that’s the reason.”

Ai Qian’s pupils dilated, as if her soul had been extracted, instantly frozen in stunned silence.