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Chapter 432 - 432 433 Meeting (5)_1
Chapter 432 - 432 433 Meeting (5)_1
?Chapter 432: Chapter 433: Meeting (5)_1 Chapter 432: Chapter 433: Meeting (5)_1 Even at this point, why was she still being so coy?
Jing Haohao inhaled deeply, raised her hand, and began typing laboriously on her keyboard: I…
After typing just one word, Jing Haohao felt an enormous humiliation crawling up from the depths of her heart.
Word by word, she deleted the message she had just typed.
She had nothing left now except her dignity. Liang Chen’s actions were forcing her to bow her head to him.
This submission would mean that all her meticulous plotting to escape was nothing but a farce…
Could it really be like he said, no matter what she did, she couldn’t fight him?
Jing Haohao clutched her phone, pacing two steps back and forth in the room, then gritted her teeth and decided to make the call…
…
Liang Chen attended a dinner party that night. After a sumptuous meal, a bunch of people went to get a SPA. The pretty masseuse, wearing a low-cut dress, was crouching down, massaging a man’s legs. If a man lifted his toes a bit, he could sneak a peek down her dress.
The SPA was truly an indulgence. Liang Chen used to enjoy it too, but today, he unexpectedly requested a male masseur.
Listening to the men beside him flirting with the masseuse during the process, he felt nausea creeping up. He sat with his eyes open, absent-mindedly as if envisioning Jing Haohao’s pretty and clean face.
After the SPA session ended, everyone went their separate ways. He drove aimlessly around.
There was a time when he couldn’t wait to rush home. Even though Jing Haohao was neither affectionate nor warm to him, as long as she was in that house, he felt drawn to it by some magical charm.
But now, with her gone, the house felt just like any other hotel in the world, merely a place to sleep.
At ten o’clock in the evening, Qian Hua’s call came in. He glanced at it and hung up directly, followed by another call. He picked it up impatiently, and Qian Hua’s elegant, gentle voice came through, “Liang Chen, where are you now? I’m in Jiangshan City. I’m not tired at all. Could Cong Rong and you come out and meet me?”
Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much at dinner, he began to feel a dull headache. He lifted his hand to rub his temples, saying, “18811199977.”
“What?”
“Cong Rong’s number. You want to meet him, right? Call him yourself.”
“Liang Chen… You know he dislikes me. He won’t care if I invite him. So, I can only ask for your help. Even if he comes out, you can find an excuse to leave…”
Liang Chen hung up abruptly and blocked Qian Hua’s incoming calls.
Speaking of Liang Chen, when Qian Hua had just called him by that name, he vaguely recalled when he had forced Jing Haohao to come to his villa and break up with Shen Liangnian. She looked at him, pale-faced, teary-eyed, and also called him Liang Chen.
That was the most comforting and satisfying nickname he had ever heard in his life, but it was from Jing Haohao’s mouth.
Liang Chen sat in his car, not knowing how many times he had suddenly recalled his past with Jing Haohao.
Nostalgia was so rampant; she caught him off-guard in his busy life, leaving him feeling empty.