Chu Yilan had figured Zhou Yuanlin would tip Shen Lian off. After all, the man never knew when to keep his mouth shut. But Master Chu waited and waited, while Shen Lian kept leaving early and coming home late every day as though nothing had happened.
Master Chu's plan to have Shen Lian ask, then tell him, subtly and with feigned composure, "We're having a wedding," fell apart just like that.
When Sun Binghe found out, he was baffled. "Why would you pin your hopes on Zhou Yuanlin?"
Chu Yilan said, "You're still too prejudiced against him."
Forget it. Chu Yilan decided to tell him himself.
Tonight, once Shen Lian got home, he would tell him casually.
Shen Lian didn't get home until seven thirty.
"The event ran an hour late today. You didn't get too hungry waiting, did you?" Shen Lian walked in and changed his shoes as he spoke, only to freeze when he looked up.
Earlier, he had told Chu Yilan over the phone to eat first, but Chu Yilan had insisted on waiting for him, so Shen Lian hadn't pushed.
Who would have guessed there would be a candlelit dinner?
Chu Yilan had even dressed carefully: casual black trousers paired with a light brown shirt, giving him a distinctly British air. He had probably used hair gel, too, and looked especially sharp. Even though Master Chu was sitting there as casually as he could, the effort he had put in was obvious.
"Casually."
Shen Lian instantly grew wary.
He mentally ran through every important date.
A birthday? No. The anniversary of when they got together? Not that either. Shen Lian even considered the anniversary of Chu Changqi's death.
None of them fit.
Once he was sure he hadn't forgotten an important date, Shen Lian relaxed. He