Marriage as a Game

Chapter 45: Mr. Shang really thinks highly of me, a poor student
It was past five in the afternoon when I came out of the hospital. The drizzle that had been falling all day had finally stopped.

The air was thick with moisture.

Yao Chun stayed in the hospital to take care of her grandmother tonight. Zhong Hongguang insisted on sending Shen Chaoxi home, but he received an emergency call and left in a hurry.

Coming out of the inpatient building, a black Phantom stopped at her feet.

The sound of high-end tires rubbing against the marble floor became duller because of the moisture.

It was a familiar scene that happened a long time ago.

Shen Chaoxi's gaze followed the dark car window glass and stopped on the profile with clear lines and excessively exaggerated features.

In the humid air, that cold white face looked like a frozen ice crystal.

However, when that profile looked towards Shen Chaoxi, she seemed to hear the sound of ice crystals shattering.

"Teacher Shang, what a coincidence." The girl spoke softly.

Shang Jiang's cold, watery black eyes swept across the fair little face. Listening to her voice, which was lower than usual, he felt like something was passing through his heart.

"Well, where to?"

"Get ready to go home." Shen Chaoxi replied.

A breeze blew by, blowing away the black hair that was scattered on her shoulders. Shen Chaoxi put her hands to protect her ears. She was wearing a round-neck, half-length gray-white cashmere sweater today, covering her hip line, and a pair of black pencil-cut pants. Her long legs were straight and slender, and the black shiny leather shoes on her feet were stained with a few drops of rain.

The air was a little chilly, and Shen Chaoxi shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Get in the car, I'll take you there!" Shang Jianghan's expression today was not as casual as usual. There was a hint of hoarseness in his tone, and it did not brook refusal.

Shen Chaoxi lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door.

After getting in the car and fastening his seat belt, Shen Chaoxi gave his home address.

Shang Jianghan glanced sideways and smiled. Although his eyes were still calm, there was a gleam of light in them.

"Do you really think of me as a driver?"

Hearing this, Shen Chaoxi looked up at him. The man's cold, slender fingers lightly grasped the steering wheel and turned it half a circle.

The Phantom turned right and quickly merged into the traffic.

"I'm just worried that you'll block traffic again. No one dares to mess with you, and you'll end up blaming me."

The girl's gentle voice gave a far-fetched reason, but to Shang Jianghan's ears, he could actually hear a hint of playfulness and coquettishness.

The gloom that had been weighing on his heart for the past two days suddenly dissipated a lot.

As Shen Chaoxi finished speaking, the cell phone in her bag rang.

The call was from Zheng Juanjuan.

They just learned that Yao Chun had returned. Yao Yuan took a leave from work and couldn't wait to come to the hospital. Zheng Juanjuan asked where Shen Chaoxi was.

Shen Chaoxi glanced at Shang Jianghan who was concentrating on driving, and turned his head to the other side.

She deliberately lowered her voice and said, "I'm with my classmates. I've already left the hospital and will be home soon."

Zheng Juanjuan on the other end of the phone remembered that the gas inspector said at noon that there was a gas leak in the pipeline and it had not been repaired yet, so she hurriedly reminded him.

"Don't cook at home. The gas won't be repaired until tomorrow. Eat something outside before going home!"

Zheng Juanjuan was very confident in Shen Chaoxi, knowing that she was a good fighter, but she still reminded her to lock the door.

"Your uncle and I will probably be home late, so don't stay up too late to do your homework and go to bed early!"

After hanging up the phone, I happened to pass by the traffic light at the intersection.

The phantom came to a steady stop.

"Classmate?" Shang Jianghan raised the last line of his voice and looked at Shen Chaoxi with a smile in his black eyes.

In the high-end car cabin, the external noise is well isolated, and the telephone amplification will be infinitely amplified. Obviously, Shang Jianghan heard the content of the conversation.

"Uh! Make up an excuse. My aunt loves to ask questions. If I say I took advantage of Mr. Shang's car, she will keep asking me questions. She might even call you to thank you in person."

Zheng Juanjuan can really do this.

"Then your aunt is quite sensible." Shang Jianghan said as he took out a cigarette case from the center console.

He is used to holding a cigarette in his hand when driving, etc., even if he doesn't light it.

Shang Jianghan's words were suggestive, and Shen Chaoxi wanted to pretend not to understand, but the street they passed by happened to be a food street, with a wide variety of store signs and LED screens full of food pictures.

It makes people salivate just by looking at it!
At this time, the sky was gloomy and it was already dinner time. Shen Chaoxi thought that he would have to eat when he got home, so he took the opportunity to invite Shang Jianghan.

"Teacher Shang, I'd like to treat you to a meal. Do you have time?"

The indicator light turned green and the Phantom accelerated quickly, leaving the private cars parked side by side far behind.

Shang Jianghan is an excellent driver, driving steadily and fast, while also staying within the speed limit.

"How about we have a time and I'll decide the place?" He said with a smile in his voice.

"it is good!"

Half an hour later, looking at the two big gold-winning words "Xiyuan" on the name of the most upscale western restaurant in Shangjing, Shen Chaoxi cast a meaningful look at Shang Jianghan.

Although she had never been to such a place, she knew that it was a place only rich people were qualified to visit.

They found a seat by the window on the second floor and sat down facing each other.

Shang Jianghan was dressed very formally today. He took off his beige windbreaker, revealing a high-end navy blue suit underneath. The suit jacket was open, and the hem of his light blue shirt was neatly ironed and tucked into his trousers. His long legs were very eye-catching.

He was wearing no tie and had one button casually undone, revealing his cold white skin and tight, faintly visible collarbone.

For the first time, Shen Chaoxi discovered that in addition to women's necks, men's necks were also fascinating.

The two sat down and the waiter handed them the electronic menu.

No need to look, the packages above are so expensive!
"Teacher Shang really thinks highly of a poor student like me!" Shen Chaoxi pushed the electronic menu to the opposite side.

"You said you were treating me, but you didn't say who would pay. Do you think I, as a teacher, should ask my students to pay?"

The waiter knew Shang Jianghan, the prince from the capital. Every time he came, the restaurant would automatically cancel the business sign of the small hall on the second floor.

"I haven't been here before, Mr. Shang, please recommend it to me."

Shang Jianghan didn't refuse anymore and told the waiter his meal number.

The small hall on the second floor has a petty-bourgeois feel. From time to time, a piece of light music floats out in the quiet environment, as if it was composed casually without any refinement.

Shen Chaoxi felt at peace both physically and mentally. She liked quietness herself, and did not feel constrained sitting face to face with Shang Jianghan.

Shang Jianghan leaned his back against the sofa in the booth, his right hand casually placed on the side with his wrist hanging down, and his left hand playing with a transparent crystal mug.

He had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-proportioned left wrist. The steel watch with a light blue halo on the surface contrasted with his cold white skin and the sheen of the mug.

"Is it cooked?" Shang Jianghan looked at Shen Chaoxi and suddenly asked this question.

Shen Chaoxi's eyelashes flickered. He looked around as he spoke, and then shook his head.

"Really never seen it?" Shang Jianghan asked again.

Shen Chaoxi gave her a puzzled look at the same time, at which time a waiter came over with a food cart, served pre-dinner drinks, and placed a pure white glazed porcelain bottle gently on Shen Chaoxi's right hand.

A bouquet of delicate pink and white roses with staggered cuts was placed in a porcelain vase.

In just this moment, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, Shen Chaoxi suddenly understood what the other party meant.

　Young Master Shang really deserves a beating, he always speaks half the words!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)