Chu Yilan was not afraid of letting Chu Changqi know he had caught on.
Ming Lin was only the beginning. However many spies that old bastard had planted, he could follow the trail and root them out one by one.
Shen Lian woke late at night, covered in sweat. He blinked and turned to look at the clock on the wall. Three thirty in the morning.
Chu Yilan had actually not woken him to go home.
Shen Lian did not dwell on it at first. He went to the bathroom for a shower. His clothes were dirty, so he helped himself to Chu Yilan's wardrobe with practiced ease. There were a few spare outfits there. They were a little too big, but that hardly mattered; they were comfortable.
Only after finishing a cup of hot water did Shen Lian open the door and step out.
Not only Chu Yilan, but Sun Binghe and Yang Bin were there too.
The office was brightly lit. Yang Bin stared intently at his computer screen, while Sun Binghe's fingers flew across his keyboard. Their messaging apps kept chiming, making it clear that plenty of other people were staying up with them.
Chu Yilan was scrolling through his phone, his gaze sharp. He had not had time to mask his expression, leaving the dark depths of his eyes and the viciousness within them fully exposed.
Shen Lian froze for a moment.
This was the first time he had seen a different kind of "vibrant vitality" in Chu Yilan.
It was unlike the brooding numbness of their first meeting, or the warmth and brightness of their time together afterward. It was a seed sprouting from years of repressed hatred, bearing the unmistakable promise of "I will never let you get away." The wounds Chu Changqi had