Become a Master of Drawing False Hope in a Tragic Novel [GL]

Chapter 37

Evening.

Arriving at the archery venue they had agreed upon, before the driver could open the door for Shang Qinghui, Nan Gongjin, with his icy expression, came over and opened it for her.

Shang Qinghui was somewhat surprised but didn't show it.

She simply extended her hand softly, waiting for Nan Gongjin to assist her, wanting to see how far he would go.

Nan Gongjin, who already considered it a difficult task to open the car door for her, stared at Shang Qinghui's delicate and fair hand in front of him but didn't move.

Something akin to an icy storm flashed in his eyes.

This woman shouldn't take advantage of him. She should be grateful when he opens the car door for her, rather than demanding more.

Woman, your name is Greed!

Shang Qinghui didn't insist either. Just as a cold smile was about to appear on her lips, the driver astutely placed his wrist in front of Shang Qinghui, allowing her to hold onto it as she got out of the car.

Carrying her own bag, Shang Qinghui disdainfully glanced at the motionless Nan Gongjin standing nearby, coldly snorting in her heart.

It can only be this much.

In the past, she was blind. He did just a little, and she thought he had her in his heart. Now, thinking back, what has he truly done to touch her and leave an everlasting impression?

Oh, right, it seems that the Nan family still has some influence. He came out of the police station so quickly.

Moreover, his mindset is truly good. He was just brought in by another woman for tea at noon, and in the evening, he can come here as planned to go archery with her.

This time management, this change in attitude, who wouldn't say a word of admiration?

Nan Gongjin had no idea what Shang Qinghui was thinking. He just felt that she was inexplicably cold towards him tonight.

"Qinghui, why haven't I seen you looking for me lately?" Thinking about his plan, Nan Gongjin composed himself and asked in a blossoming manner.

Shang Qinghui's steps were light as she replied, "Why would I look for you?"

Nan Gongjin: "..."

To think that he, the mighty Nan Gongjin, would ever have someone speak to him like this.

"Qinghui, why are you speaking like this?"

"What's wrong with me? Am I not speaking with my mouth right now?"

Nan Gongjin: "..."

"Are you angry?" He leaned closer to Shang Qinghui, thinking that her temperament was usually stubborn but she rarely showed it in front of him. Today, she must have been upset by something and hadn't calmed down yet.

Shang Qinghui looked up at him. "I'm just a bit puzzled."

"Puzzled about what?"

"Puzzled if you can't understand human language?"

Even if he had a favor to ask of her, with her repeatedly disrespecting him like this, Nan Gongjin couldn't help but darken his expression. "Shang Qinghui!"

"Hmm?"

"Don't go too far!"

"Too far?"

"If it weren't for you being relatively important to me, a special existence, anyone else who dared to speak to me like this would have died countless times already." Nan Gongjin's tone turned sinister, as if threatening.