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In the end, Lin Qingqian nodded and allowed them to enter.

Jiang Yanshen didn’t walk to the chair beside her and sit down. Instead his long legs brought him straight to the sofa.

Lu Yuan then quickly went forward and took out a napkin from his pocket to spread out onto the sofa. Only then did Jiang Yanshen sit down.

Lin Qingqian almost forgot that he was a hygiene freak.

Therefore, in the past seven years, including the three years that they spent as a married couple, she had not been able to go out and watch a movie with him like an ordinary couple.

When Jiang Yanshen sat down, he closed his eyes as if he was resting.

Lin Qingqian didn’t say anything either, but when she turned her head to look at the mirror, she could see the man’s upright facial features. His coldness was even stronger than before.

The atmosphere was so quiet for a moment that even Lu Yuan felt a little tormented. He pursed his lips and explained, “The organizer invited Tianyue here as a sponsor this time, so they also invited Director Jiang to go on stage to present an award.”

Lin Qing’s eyelashes, which were as thin as the wings of a cicada, trembled slightly. She gave a faint “Mn” and did not speak further.

It then turned quiet again.

Lu Yuan looked at the man on the sofa in despair. It was rare for him to see Miss Lin. Why didn’t he react at all?

When would they be able to remarry?

“Well, Luo Tianxue and Young Master Lu’s makeup looks really good today!” Lu Yuan spoke again. He had to help Director Jiang gain more points.

Lin Qingqian thanked him lightly and stopped talking.

Lu Yuan

Forget it, I’ll just pretend to be dead!

Five minutes later, the staff knocked on the door and invited Jiang Yanshen on stage.

Jiang Yanshen opened his closed eyes and walked towards the door without saying a word.

Lu Yuan bowed to Lin Qingqian and hurriedly chased after his boss.

When Lu Qinshang came in, he saw Lin Qingqian looking down at the white paper on the sofa in a daze.

“Hey, why are you in a daze? Help me with this! ”

When she went on stage to perform, the microphone fell off. Nobody knew where Suisui had dragged Han Liubai to, so she could only ask Lin Qingqian for help.

Hence, Lin Qingqian went forward to help her with the mic. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the television on the wall.

It was the emcee introducing Jiang Yanshen on stage.

She looked up and saw that he was wearing a black suit tonight. He looked simple but capable, and his deep and cold facial features were not inferior to any male celebrity in the entertainment industry.

Seeing that she was looking at Jiang Yanshen, Lu Qinshang smirked and said, “If Ah Yan gets close to the entertainment industry, those pretty boys won’t be able to survive.”

Lin Qingqian came back to her senses and placed the microphone on the coffee table. “Are you insulting yourself?”

Lu Qinshang:

Lin Qingqian looked at the expressionless man on the television and couldn’t help but ask, “Why did he lose so much weight?”

Compared to before, he seemed to have lost weight. His cheeks were sunken, making his temperament colder and difficult to approach.

Lu Qinshang walked to the mirror and fiddled with his hair as he said, “How would I know? But I heard from Lu Yuan that Ah Yan has been working crazily recently. He seems to take just three hours off a day.”

“Three hours?” Does he want to die?

Lu Qinshang turned to look at her. “You know that Ah Yan is sick, right?” Lin Qingqian was silent, which could be considered a tacit agreement.

“When he goes crazy, he doesn’t care about anyone. Ah Ci and I were beaten up by him a lot. Yet Ah Yan didn’t even hurt a strand of your hair for all this time.

Unbelievable.”

Lu Qinshang usually looked quite silly and heartless, but he had been nurtured as the family heir since he was young. How could he be really naive and not notice Jiang Yanshen’s abnormality?

“Lin Qingqian, just take it that you pity him. On account that you two were once husband and wife and that he had never hurt you, don’t be so ruthless to him.

Look at the dark circles under his eyes. I worry that he’ll die before his illness acts up..”