Chapter 171 - Chapter 171: Chapter One-Hundred and Seventy-One: Addicted (1/2)

Chapter 171: Chapter One-Hundred and Seventy-One: Addicted

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Liang Han grabbed him and asked, “Hey, have you seen Ye Kun? Where did that guy run off to?”

Xi Cheng shook his head and replied, “No, I haven’t seen him around.”

Liang Han gave Ye Kun a call, but Ye Kun simply hung up on him, and Liang Han could hear the voicemail recording: “The number you are dialing is currently busy.”

He then received a message from Ye Kun stating, “[I’m busy, stop bothering me.]”

“What?! Hey! What’s his problem? What’s up with him?” Liang Han grumbled and showed Xi Cheng the message on his phone.

“He’s probably off flirting with some girl he took a fancy to,” Xi Cheng commented disinterestedly.

Liang Han gave his words some thought and nodded. “You might be right.

Alright, I’ll cut him some slack. I’m off to chat someone up, too!”

Liang Han took two steps forward before returning to Xi Cheng to inquire,

“Hey, don’t you have to accompany your fiancée?”

“Can’t I take a breather?” Xi Cheng answered expressionlessly.

Liang Han found it funny and remarked, “Xi Cheng, my man, I’ve been feeling suffocated just watching you all this time. We barely see you alone these days; it’s like she’s your warden or something. It’s an engagement, not a life sentence! You’ve dated other girls before; you didn’t bring them along everywhere you go. You’ve never ignored us for your lady love in the past. But now that you have a wife-to-be, I can’t help but feel that you don’t care about us, your childhood bros, anymore with how you’re acting.”

Xi Cheng’s gaze landed on a painting not far away, and he detachedly said, “If you’re so bothered by it, why don’t you also find yourself a wife?”

Xi Cheng’s words seemed to have touched a nerve because Liang Han immediately uttered, “No way. Nope, not on your life. Bro, don’t curse me like that; it’s a fate too cruel to imagine.”

Xi Cheng walked towards the painting. In it, a young man stood tall and straight at the entrance of a bluestone-paved alley lined with white-walled buildings topped with black-tiled roofs. The painting was mostly done in cool tones and was named, ‘ Waiting.’

Xi Cheng waved an attendant over and told her, “I’ll buy this painting.”

The attendant smiled and politely informed him, “Sir, this painting isn’t for sale.”

Xi Cheng frowned. “It’s not labeled as such.”

The attendant hurriedly stated, “Sir, all the paintings on display aren’t for sale. A dear friend gave them to Miss Xiang, and all of them are her favorites. If you take a look at our jewelry, you’ll see that many of Miss Xiang’s jewelry have meanings that correspond to the paintings. For example, the name of this painting is ‘Waiting,’ and we have a hairpin that goes with it. Please, have a look.” The attendant pointed at a hairpin in the corner of the display counter produced it to Xi Cheng.

“Oh?” Liang Han came over and asked, “What kind of flower is this? It’s very unique!”