Chapter 448 - Song Yuanxi, Who Exactly Are You? (8) (1/2)

Chapter 448: Song Yuanxi, Who Exactly Are You? (8)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Qiao Lian did not see the car parked by the road next to her office building.

Shen Liangchuan sat in the driver seat with his gaze fixed on the building she was in.

The night before, he had received her message informing him that she was working extra hours.

When he read the message, he had paused and sat quietly in the master bedroom.

He had come to realize that without her presence, the place seemed desolate and terribly lonely.

He wasn't sure if he had been in his right mind when he found himself driving out in the middle of the night, to Qiao Lian's office building. And when he got there, he could not find the courage to enter the building, much less go look for her.

This time, he had shielded Song Yuanxi and had lied to Qiao Lian in the process.

But now, he no longer wanted to tell another lie.

What if she asked him about the team's information leak? How was he going to answer?

He ended up staying in the car all night and, even though he was worried that she didn't have anything to eat, he had no courage to ask her out for breakfast. The only thing he could do was place an order for breakfast to be delivered to her.

At this point, his cell phone rang.

It was Director Wang. ”Best Actor Shen, I'm very sorry. I failed to take care of your actress. When we were filming a wire suspension shot today, Ms. Song insisted that she wanted to do this without a stunt. There was an accident and fell! We've urgently sent her to the hospital and they're now examining her. You—”

Shen Liangchuan's pupils shrank immediately when he heard this and replied, ”I'm coming right away.”

”Ok.”

After hanging up the call, Shen Liangchuan drove in reverse and made a turn, heading straight to the hospital.

However, after speeding for five minutes, he slowed down and finally stopped by the road.

He looked at the street view through the glass panes of his car windows.

It was peak hour and traffic was heavy.

The look on his face was one of desolation, of extreme loneliness.