Jiang Nan felt that she had done nothing wrong. She had merely wanted to sell herself for a good price while she was still young, then avenge her family. What was wrong with that?
As for Zhang Chen?
Zhang Chen understood Jiang Nan and respected Jiang Nan, but he could not accept her way of thinking.
He, Zhang Chen, was a man with ideals and aspirations, a flower raised beneath the red sun of the motherland. His values were as upright as they came.
Sensing Jiang Nan outside the door walking away, Zhang Chen quietly let out a breath, helplessness flashing through his eyes. He was about to get married; naturally, he did not want to keep getting tangled up with Jiang Nan.
This woman has burrowed into a bull's horn over avenging her Lineage. Better for me to keep my distance, Zhang Chen thought to himself.
Zhang Chen rested in the pavilion for the night without anyone disturbing him. But the moment he came downstairs, he saw a familiar figure standing by the railing on the first floor, gazing at the distant scenery. Sensing Zhang Chen's approach, the man turned around. "I have something to say to you!"
"What is there for us to talk about?" Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Gaoqiu, his voice filled with chill, devoid of even the slightest warmth one might expect between relatives.
"I did not come here for personal matters," Zhang Gaoqiu said.
Zhang Chen stopped in his tracks and looked at Zhang Gaoqiu. Hearing those words, he could not help feeling curious about what this fellow could possibly have to say.
"Have you seen Shen Ling?" Zhang Gaoqiu asked.
"What if I have? What if I haven't?" Zhang Chen replied.
"Shen Ling loves you down to her bones. You should not let