In the original novel, when Lu Chengxuan forced Shen Huaiyu, he once said, "Even if you won't think about yourself, think about your younger brother lying in a hospital bed in a vegetative state. Think about your dead parents."
Cheng Lang did not know whether Lu Chengxuan had ever said those words to Shen Huaiyu, but that did not stop him from using the same phrasing to warn Lu Chengxuan, lest Lu Chengxuan have a brain lapse and do something he should not.
Lu Chengxuan took a deep breath. A whole night of verbal blows had finally pushed his self-esteem to its breaking point. He looked at Cheng Lang coldly. "Are you challenging my bottom line?"
Cheng Lang shook his head and said calmly, "I'm warning you. Don't challenge my patience."
After seeing off the domineering CEO whom Cheng Lang had left furious but unable to speak, Shen Huaiyu said with a brilliant smile, "I'm suddenly hungry. I haven't had dinner yet! How about we go have something good together?"
Was he planning to celebrate?
Cheng Lang raised a brow. Shen Huaiyu had always been gentle and reserved. Perhaps because of the pain he had suffered, the Shen Huaiyu Cheng Lang remembered usually wore a faint frown and an aloof, silent expression. He silently endured the gossip and judgmental stares around him, never defending himself. Like a completely harmless little animal, he huddled in a corner and trembled. Anyone could bully him, yet he would neither fight back nor retaliate.
But ever since Cheng Lang had helped Shen Huaiyu recover the more than five million yuan in housing payments and dragged him into opening this milk tea shop, Shen Huaiyu's personality had not exactly become more cheerful, but he had gained a little more vitality. Every day, he read tea