Chen Jiashu pressed his lips together. "It didn't even count as an argument."
Song Shi'an was full of question marks. "Huh? What happened?"
Chen Jiashu leaned back against the sofa. "He seems to be giving me the silent treatment."
"The silent treatment?" Song Shi'an asked, puzzled. "What happened between you two?"
Chen Jiashu slowly explained, "After I left your place last time, Han Ziqing asked if I envied you. He said he could give me that kind of life too... I hesitated. Then, after I figured things out, he suddenly started ignoring me."
Song Shi'an blinked. "No, I can see how well President Han treats you. Why did you hesitate? Maybe he thought you didn't like him and were only staying with him because of his power."
Chen Jiashu lowered his eyes, his hand tightening slightly. "Shi An, you know I'm an orphan..."
Only in front of Song Shi'an could Chen Jiashu say everything. With a bitter smile, he said, "When Han Ziqing said he wanted to marry me, my first reaction was panic. I felt like I wasn't good enough for him..."
He couldn't shake that sense of inferiority rooted deep in his bones.
Song Shi'an patted his back and comforted him softly. "No one is too good for anyone else. It's only a matter of whether you want to be together. There must be some misunderstanding between you and Han Ziqing. You should call him and explain."
"Otherwise, neither of you will speak up. If the misunderstanding deepens, you'll miss your chance."
Chen Jiashu thought about it for a while. That made sense. He couldn't live like some novel, dragging a misunderstanding out for years before finally realizing that all it took was opening his mouth to clear things up.
Chen Jiashu stopped hesitating and called Han Ziqing