Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 217 - Love At First Sight



Ye Ling frowned and said, “Shen Qianshu, when you lie, your ears will turn red.”

Shen Qianshu was shocked. She recovered herself and blurted out. “When you are near me, my ear will turn red too.”

Ye Ling was speechless.

“Shen Qianshu, Shen Ling’s works are really not yours?”

“Not mine.” Shen Qianshu repeated again. Her gaze swept past his bracelet. “I only mentioned Shen Lin once in front of you and also did not mention having any relationships with her. I don’t know why you suspect her of plagiarizing me, but all these are not important. What’s most important is, Master, the way you were questioning Shen Lin on stage today was so handsome and manly,” Shen Qianshu said. These were the words she wanted to tell Ye Ling most tonight.

Today, you looked like my ever-victorious knight.

To a woman, a man going against the whole world for you was a fatal attraction.

“What you said, I will believe you for the moment. If I find out that you were lying...”

“Oh, what can you do even if I’m lying?” Shen Qianshu interrupted Ye Ling and said. “Exactly how did you suspect that Shen Lin plagiarized my works?”

“The style is too similar, and a few works looked really familiar. I saw them in your collection book years ago.”

“If she really plagiarized, why would I keep quiet about it?”

Ye Ling thought for a moment and realized she made sense. Why would Shen Qianshu keep silent if Shen Lin plagiarized her?

She was not someone who would suffer a loss.

Annoying brat was someone who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.

Why would they keep quiet?

Could it really be that he was over-thinking?

“Master, to you, Shen Lin is only an ordinary person. If you like her works, you wear them. If you don’t like them, you throw them away. Don’t waste too much energy on her, it’s not worth it,” Shen Qianshu said calmly. “If it is supposed to be mine, I will take it back eventually.”

It was only a matter of time.

The career she ended herself, she would personally take it back.

The night was becoming darker, and both of them looked at each other silently. Ye Ling slightly closed his eyes and suddenly asked, “The sum of money I gave you, why didn’t you use it?”

Shen Qianshu’s face turned pale and found it difficult to breathe as if someone was strangling her.

Master, did you know? Seven years ago, I liked you a lot.

It was love at first sight!

When you exerted violence on me, I was already aware that there was something wrong with your emotions. You were suffering like me, but you could not control yourself. Thus, I did not blame you.

The real reason why I hate you was that I thought that I would be able to receive an apology from you, but you gave me a sum of money instead and asked me to leave.

If you had held onto my hand then and said, “Sara, I’m sorry, my sickness is acting up.”

I would have forgiven you.

That sum of money was a stain in her great love, reminding her all the time of her unrequited love. It was like an insult, like she treated herself as an item in a transaction.

Thus, she did not touch that sum of money.

“You are the one to blame. The money you gave me was in the form of a cheque. When I was studying in Paris then, I worked harder, and including the money Xiaojuan transferred to me, I only barely managed to support Tong Hua and myself. When I went back to China, I was really short on money. There was one time when I thought of using, but I realized that the cheque had a deadline. I needed to apply many procedures, and it was also an overseas bank with no branches in our country. To use the money, I had to either fly to Paris or wait for seven working days. It was quite troublesome. Thus, I never once used it.”

She smiled when recounting the past and suddenly felt like pranking him out of spite. “Master, don’t you owe me an apology?”

As long as you say it, I will forgive you.

Ye Ling sneered and said, “I am not even the one exerting violence on you.”


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