NOVPUBChapter 283: 283, The Most Beautiful Age of a Woman
Chapter 283: 283, The Most Beautiful Age of a Woman
As they stepped out of the elevator, Song Qinghuan, Bai Rubing, and Yu Yang lagged behind, walking slowly.
She watched Shi Yuhuan’s figure receding into the distance, observed him and Zhan Jie leisurely leaving the company, and through the glass doors, she saw them getting into a Maserati parked by the roadside, before they drove off.
The expression in Song Qinghuan’s eyes as she watched them seemed all too familiar to Bai Rubing. It was the same look she often had when Shi Yuhuan left her behind.
Could it be?
As her heart pounded, she managed to keep a calm facade despite her inner turmoil.
“Qinghuan, it’s rare to see you daydreaming like this,” she teased gently, but with a significant undertone.
Song Qinghuan came back to her senses, only to see Yu Yang looking worried and Bai Rubing’s gaze doubtfully amused.
She suddenly became uncomfortable all over, as if caught red-handed doing something wrong.
With a light chuckle, she said, “I was just admiring Miss Zhan. She’s a well-known host. I really like her.”
Bai Rubing exclaimed in realization, “She is indeed well-known!”
She then looked at Yu Yang, who after a moment of confusion replied, “I’m not interested… I’m hungry, let’s eat.”
Although he looked at Song Qinghuan again, his concern was obvious. He was puzzled about why his wife was so calm knowing that her husband was having dinner with another woman.
Observing the
interaction pulled between them, Bai Rubing felt certain that the two were hiding something from her.
However, she did not question them, knowing that there was no use asking. She decided she would find out herself.
In a quiet corner of A City’s famous revolving restaurant, Zhan Jie was gracefully leafing through the exquisite menu, placing her order.
After ordering, she took a sip of red wine and smilingly said to Shi Yuhuan, “You’re being unusually courteous today, inviting me to dinner.”
“Your father granted our company the Shengshi project. I’m sure you helped a lot. So, of course, I should treat you to this meal,” He responded with a commonplace remark, but nonetheless, his aloof face bore an unmistakable coldness and detachment.
Zhan Jie gazed across at Shi Yuhuan, his mysterious aura and captivating charm surrounding him. She knew that she fell for him the first time she saw him.
As a woman, she couldn’t be too explicit, but had always hinted at her feelings for him.
However, he didn’t seem to receive them, which made her question her attractiveness.
With these thoughts in her head, she blurted out, “You know how I feel, don’t you?”
Shi Yuhuan looked at her impassively, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.
After a long silence, a disheartened Zhan Jie chuckled, “I can never beat you when it comes to silence.”
She lowered her eyes to sip her wine, trying to disguise her wounded expression. Then, seemingly casually, she asked, “Is it because I’m too old?”
Recently, a popular joke on social media involved a young girl born after 2000, scorning a woman born in the 90s as an old woman.
Comparatively, wouldn’t she, being born in the 80s, have an even more tenuous claim to being young?
All men prefer young girls. Maybe Shi Yuhuan’s lack of interest in her stemmed from her age.
Zhan Jie consoled herself this way, imagining how things could’ve been different if only she were a few years younger.
Shi Yuhuan, still expressionless, merely said, “You’re overthinking. A woman is at her most beautiful at the age of 30.”
Even though he didn’t utter the words directly, he implied that she was not old.
If a woman’s prime is at 30, and she hasn’t even reached that age, how could she be considered old?
