bayedsolid Chapter 70 Su Jinran and Murong Lin
Chapter 70 Su Jinran and Murong Lin
Seeing that Murong Lin's anger had not subsided and that cold sweat was pouring down her forehead, Murong Feng forced himself to remain calm and said, "Eighth Sister, please calm down. I'm actually here waiting for a friend."
Murong Lin crossed her arms, her eyes full of suspicion: "Waiting for a friend? When did you, Murong Feng, develop this habit of sneaking around waiting for friends? Don't think I'll believe your nonsense!"
Murong Feng chuckled twice and scratched his head: "Eighth Sister, my friend is a bit special. There are some things about him that he doesn't want too many people to know, so I'm waiting for him in this secluded place."
Murong Lin sneered: "Hmph, then tell me, which friend is so mysterious? If there is even the slightest falsehood, I will not let you off easily."
Murong Feng's eyes darted around as he quickly considered a solution. He said, "Eighth Sister, this is a close friend of mine. He has recently encountered some trouble in business and doesn't want others to notice, so he asked me to come here to discuss countermeasures. I'm only helping him out of consideration for our years of friendship."
Murong Lin scrutinized him, her brows furrowed: "You'd better tell the truth. But even if you're helping a friend, why not discuss it openly and honestly in the Prince's mansion, instead of sneaking around outside this restaurant?"
Murong Feng sighed, a helpless expression on his face: "Eighth Sister, as you know, my Prince's Mansion is full of people and eyes, and my friends are worried about leaks. This restaurant is a mixed bag, so it's less likely to attract attention."
Murong Lin snorted lightly: "You always have so many excuses. I'll believe you this time, but if I find out you're lying, just you wait and see."
Murong Feng hurriedly nodded and bowed: "Eighth Sister is wise, I would never dare to deceive you. Now that you've come, I'm afraid my friend won't dare to show his face. Why don't you go back to the palace first, and after I've helped my friend resolve this matter, I will definitely go to the palace to tell you the whole story."
Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Su Jinran was in a private room on the second floor. He was quietly talking with Shen Wanqing, confiding his recent grievances and frustrations at the princess's residence. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Murong Feng and Murong Lin on the street outside the window. Murong Lin looked stern, while Murong Feng appeared flustered; the two seemed to be having a heated conversation.
Su Jinran's heart tightened suddenly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He knew Murong Lin's jealous and suspicious nature all too well. If she were to see him meeting with Shen Wanqing here, even if it was just a simple conversation, it would surely cause an uncontrollable uproar. Thinking of this, his face instantly turned ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He instinctively reached out and slammed the window shut, the loud bang jarring in the quiet room. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his hands clenching into fists until his knuckles turned white. His eyes were filled with terror and anxiety, his lips trembled slightly, and even his breathing became rapid and erratic, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of fear.
Shen Wanqing noticed Su Jinran's unusual behavior, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her eyes filled with concern and confusion. She took light steps and slowly approached Su Jinran, asking softly, "Brother Su, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell, or has something happened?" Her voice was like a gentle breeze in spring, soft and warm, trying to dispel the gloom that was currently hanging over Su Jinran's heart.
Su Jinran's lips trembled slightly as he struggled to utter a few words: "Miss Shen, it's... Lin'er!" His eyes widened in terror, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his voice trembling with despair. The fear overwhelmed him like a surging tide, causing him to lose his usual composure and calmness in that instant.
Seeing Su Jinran's state, Shen Wanqing's brows furrowed tightly, and her pink lips pursed slightly. She reached out and gently placed her hand on Su Jinran's trembling arm, trying to offer him some comfort with her warmth. She whispered, "Brother Su, don't panic, calm down first." Her gaze was sincere and firm, and the concern in her eyes was like a bright lamp, trying to dispel the shadow of fear in Su Jinran's heart.