Chapter 920 - Thoughts (1/2)

Leng Zhiyuan felt that she was one step closer to the truth, and became a little excited. At this moment, with a loud bang, she crashed into a crowd of people.

Pa! The phone in her hand fell to the ground.

She looked up and saw a handsome and upright figure standing in front of her. The two of them had just met in the garden. It was Zhou Yao.

He was standing with an umbrella in his hand. Because she was engrossed in thinking about the Scorpion, she bumped into him.

“Why…why are you here?” She said in a staggered manner.

Was the banquet over? Even if it was over, he should have gone back to the Zhou’s house. Zhou’s place’s not this way, and where’s Han Xuan?

Zhou Yao held the umbrella over her head. The rain soon wet half of his strong shoulders. He frowned as he looked at her, “Why are you running in the rain? You’ll catch a cold.”

It only saddened Leng Zhiyuan when he expressed his concerns for her in such a gentle manner. She bent down and reached for her phone.

However, a long arm reached down quicker than her. A large and fine hand picked up the phone.

The image of the painting stayed on the phone screen. It gave Leng Zhiyuan a fright. Fearing that he might see it, she reached out her hand to snatch it. “My phone! ”

Zhou Yao had already seen it. He glanced at the painting, and his eyes stayed fixed on the old woman’s bracelet for a second. Seeing that she was about to snatch it, he immediately handed it over. “Here you go.”

Their cheeks lightly brushed against each other midair.

Both people froze at the accident. The woman’s cheek was different from the man’s. When her soft skin brushed against his cheek, she could feel the fine stubble on his face. It pricked and itched her.

She quickly stood up.

Zhou Yao also stood up. The two of them stood under the same black umbrella. Because of the intimate moment that just occurred, Zhou Yao’s eyes grew dark and gloomy. He asked, “Are you… okay? ”

He had wanted to ask this while they were in the garden.

“Uh-huh,” Leng Zhiyuan nodded. “What…about you?”

“Not bad.”

As soon as he said that, both fell silent. Zhou Yao looked at the heavy rain outside the umbrella. “You and Ye Ziyi… Ye Ziyi is a good choice… ”

He used to be very hostile towards Ye Ziyi. So it made her felt between laughter and tears now that he praised Ye Ziyi for the first time.

Leng Zhiyuan felt very uncomfortable inside. It was as if a large palm clenched her heart. She began to feel a dull pain again. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll… be taking my leave… ”

She moved her feet to leave.

“Zhiyuan!” Just when she brushed past him, he grabbed her thin wrist.

Leng Zhiyuan froze and quickly tried to pull her hand back.

However, Zhou Yao quickly let go and handed the umbrella to her. With a faint smile, he said, “Take the umbrella. I’m leaving. ”

He turned around and left.

Leng Zhiyuan held the umbrella he handed over. The handle, the part where he was just holding, felt warm… and moist. His palm may have been sweating.

She raised her eyes to look at the man. He had already walked quite a distance away. His footsteps across the puddles were still as strong and decided as before, but his figure appeared dull and lonely in the rain.

Leng Zhiyuan looked at the heavy rain. It resembled much of her current mood.

…

At Zhou’s house.