Chapter 173: She Doesn’t Care About Him

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After that night, Quan Banting’s mind would occasionally conjure up scenes of their passionate entanglement, sometimes in his dreams and sometimes when he was awake.

He had to admit that this woman had entered his world in a way he had never experienced before, occasionally teasing the dormant string in his heart.

So, he cared.

But what about her?

With a smile free from any resentment, she interacted with him calmly, as if nothing had happened between them that night, or perhaps, that night meant nothing to her?

Quan Banting felt a hint of frustration. Why was he the only one who cared? Why could Shen Wan be carefree and indifferent?

Yet this emotion was shallow and faint, to the extent that he himself didn’t fully grasp that it was called “frustration”.

After all, the Sixth Lord, who had always been on a pedestal, had never experienced anything like this before.

Shen Wan’s smile gradually faded. “What do you want to say?”

Her gaze revealed strong caution, and Quan Banting felt a sharp pang in the softest part of his heart.

She didn’t care about his “concern”, and she avoided it like the plague.

This realization made it difficult for Quan Banting to say the words he had been about to utter. Even if he said them, it would only bring humiliation upon himself.

Because—

Shen Wan wouldn’t care, wouldn’t be moved, and certainly wouldn’t respond.

“It’s nothing.” He chuckled, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint. “I just noticed that the moonlight tonight is quite beautiful. It reminded me of our intimate moments at the Hot Springs Villa. I do miss it.”

Shen Wan’s face displayed a hint of amusement, and she raised an eyebrow. “Sixth Lord, you’re certainly not lacking in female companionship. What’s the point of reminiscing?”

His gaze darkened slightly.

Unaware of her impact, Shen Wan continued to smile and said, “As for me, I’m just a little girl. There’s no need for you to bother.”

A snort escaped Quan Banting’s lips. “Hmph, do you think I’d bother with you?”

Shen Wan smiled sweetly. “It would be even better if you didn’t.”

Quan Banting, for the first time, felt that he was being rejected, and it was an unadulterated form of rejection.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now, Sixth Uncle.”

This time, she didn’t give him a chance to speak again, and Shen Wan walked away swiftly.

Quan Banting watched her slender figure recede into the distance, and after a long while, he chuckled softly. “You think that by not caring, you can be rid of me?”

Shen Wan walked through the garden, and suddenly, her steps came to a halt. She looked at the figure sitting on the bench, and the tip of a cigarette between their fingers flickered intermittently.

“Where have you been?” It was Shen Qian.

“To eat.”

“With whom?”

“A friend.”

The man stood up and approached her. Shen Wan caught a strong whiff of smoke, causing her to instinctively furrow her brow and turn away.

“Which friend?” Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Shen Qian dropped the mostly unburnt cigarette and crushed the embers under his foot.

Shen Wan raised her eyes, staring coldly at him. “Do you have to dig to the bottom of things?”

He chuckled softly in a low voice. “Why? Can’t you say it?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Alright, I’ll just check the surveillance cameras at the intersection tomorrow, then I’ll know.”

“Feel free to check.” Shen Wan smiled and left that remark behind as she walked straight ahead, passing by him.

Under the moonlight, the man stood still in his place, his silhouette remaining as upright as ever. It was unclear whether the night was too chilly or the night breeze too cold, but there was an added touch of loneliness for no apparent reason.

He lit another cigarette, and the red glow at the tip occasionally shone brightly and then faded..