City A's nights were always vibrant. Beneath the dazzling colors of the city lights, the darkness never grew too deep. The Rolls-Royce pulled away from the hotel for the journey home, joining the endless stream of traffic.
Once inside, Jiang Yumiao and Ning Chunchi sat in the back, with the driver and He Yuan in front.
The car was quiet, as though it formed a world of its own, cut off from the lively night outside.
Jiang Yumiao kept stealing glances at Ning Chunchi. Only when he saw that the alpha's expression was still fairly gentle did his anxious heart settle a little.
But only a little.
Ning Chunchi was good at putting on a front. He might actually be hurting badly inside and simply refusing to show it in front of him.
As Jiang Yumiao recalled everything that had just happened, his face involuntarily paled.
After facing the Ning family in person, he had only one thought: if those were the sort of people you had for family, you would be better off without them.
His heart ached for Ning Chunchi, but he could not find the right moment to express it.
The more Jiang Yumiao thought about it, the worse he looked, and the more downcast his expression became.
When Ning Chunchi saw him like that, he assumed the Ning family had frightened Little Grape.
Suddenly, Ning Chunchi regretted it. He should never have brought him to such a revolting occasion just because, for a moment, he had been unwilling to give up the joy of having Little Grape beside him.
The gloom in his eyes ran far deeper than the darkness over City A.
Jiang Yumiao was considering how to comfort Ning Chunchi when a familiar large hand suddenly covered his own. Unlike its usual warmth, however,