"Lone Star of Misfortune?"
After Song Shadao left, Shen Tianjun savored the last words the man had left behind, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Because of the phrase "Lone Star of Misfortune," his childhood was extremely painful. It wasn't until he met Song Shadao and Song Qingyi that he found warmth in human connection.
Alas, his beloved wife had now become an ex-wife, and the person he considered a brother was like a stranger.
"Shen Shuai, please don't mind what Song Shadao said."
Seeing the sadness in Shen Tianjun's eyes, Su Rongrong advised, "He might have spoken out of turn."
"Haha, he's my junior brother. Others may not understand him, but I do. He appears rough and crude, but his heart is more delicate than any woman's."
Shen Tianjun looked at Su Rongrong and chuckled, "He used to be called a simple-minded brute with a violent temper. Later, to temper his personality, he learned embroidery like Dongfang Bubai. For three years, regardless of wind or rain, he persisted. Now, on the surface, he still appears rough and crude, but his temperament is completely different."
"What?"
Hearing Shen Tianjun's words, Su Rongrong was shocked. She never imagined Song Shadao had such a history. It seemed she still didn't know Song Shadao well enough.
"Rongrong, tell Tang Jun that tonight's banquet should be on the grandest scale. Everyone of importance in the entire Nanling should be present. I want them to see Shen Lang's brilliance."
Shen Tianjun suddenly looked at Su Rongrong, who was still in shock, and said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll contact Tang Jun."
Su Rongrong nodded and replied.
At the same moment, Shen Lang was already driving back to the villa.
As Shen Lang entered the house, Gu Qinghan was cooking in the kitchen.
Looking at Gu Qinghan busy in the kitchen, Shen Lang felt a sense of home. This was the family he desired: a wife and children, simple and ordinary.
"Qinghan, you're pregnant now, don't be so busy. Let me handle the cooking."
Shen Lang, worried that Gu Qinghan's body couldn't handle it, put on an apron and helped out.
"I'm pregnant, not sick. It's only been a little while; it won't affect my movements."
Gu Qinghan looked at Shen Lang and said gently, "Don't worry, I'm also a martial artist. I know what I'm doing."
"Heh..."
Hearing this, Shen Lang gently embraced Gu Qinghan's slender waist and kissed her on the lips. They parted after a long time, but he still looked reluctant. "What you said makes sense, but I still don't want you to overwork yourself."
"You worry too much."
Gu Qinghan loved being cherished by Shen Lang. Smiling, she said, "Women should be careful and cautious during pregnancy, but there's no need to be overly nervous and walk on eggshells."
"Understood, completely understood."
Shen Lang smiled and said, "I just saw my mother. She asked me to bring you to see her when I have time and finalize the wedding."
Shen Lang affectionately kissed Gu Qinghan's forehead and said, "Let's get married soon. I can't wait."
"You rascal, are you so eager to get married because of the baby or because of me?"
Looking at Shen Lang, Gu Qinghan asked the question she had been holding back for a long time.
"Haha, of course, the baby is a factor, but you are the most important."
Shen Lang looked at Gu Qinghan and said, "If the mother of my child wasn't someone I loved, I wouldn't care about the baby that much. So, please don't overthink it."
"That sounds more like it."
Hearing this, Gu Qinghan playfully punched Shen Lang's chest. "You rascal, let me tell you something serious. Listen carefully."
"Serious matter?"
Shen Lang looked a little dejected. "Wife, aren't we talking about something serious right now?"
"Don't talk back."
Gu Qinghan gave Shen Lang a soft huff. "What I'm about to say is very serious, and you can only listen."
"Good heavens, I'm amazed. I'm not even married yet and I'm already henpecked. If I get married, how will I live my life?"
Seeing Gu Qinghan's expression, Shen Lang said with despair.
"Heh, just kidding. Go ahead and tell me the serious matter."
Seeing Gu Qinghan's stern face, Shen Lang added.
"Shen Lang, I spoke with Yu Xiao last night. Our conversation was simple. After we get married, I won't interfere with your affairs with her, and you can still associate with her freely. If you love her, I won't object to taking her in, as long as they don't mind being without a formal title for the rest of their lives."
Gu Qinghan looked at Shen Lang and sighed, "Yu Xiao loves you too deeply. Without you, her life would wither. Therefore, I hope you will never hurt her in this life, and I will also treat her like a younger sister."
"What?"
Hearing Gu Qinghan's words, Shen Lang was shocked. Amidst his shock, there was a hint of joy. "You really don't mind?"
"Of course not—"
Gu Qinghan affirmed to Shen Lang.
However, she then smiled and added, "For you, I can choose not to mind."
Hearing this, Shen Lang held Gu Qinghan tightly and kissed her again, as if he wanted to merge her into his life.
"Thank you—"
After a long while, their passionate kiss ended. Shen Lang had countless words, but only two came out to Gu Qinghan.
"You used to be my rascal younger brother, now you're my fiancé, and in the future, you'll be my husband. Do you need to thank me?"
Gu Qinghan looked at Shen Lang with a gentle smile and said, "For you, I can disregard anything."
"Thank you—"
Hearing this, Shen Lang said it again.
An hour later, Shen Lang and Gu Qinghan finished preparing the meal. Then, like a typical couple, they ate, their eyes full of affection and happiness.
After dinner, Shen Lang told Gu Qinghan about the banquet that evening.
Honestly, although Gu Qinghan came from a prominent family and grew up in high society, she didn't like such banquets and had originally intended to refuse.
However, when she heard Shen Lang say that he could only bring his woman to the banquet, Gu Qinghan immediately agreed. After all, this was a validation of her status.
However, neither Gu Qinghan nor Shen Lang had suitable formal wear, so after dinner, they drove to the mall.
Huangcheng Mall was Nanling's largest mall, offering everything from food to clothing, with all sorts of brands.
Shen Lang wasn't good at buying clothes, but Gu Qinghan was different. As a woman, shopping was an innate talent.
Gu Qinghan dragged Shen Lang to a French brand suit and formal wear store and immediately began having him try on clothes.
Shen Lang was tall and imposing, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a broad forehead. When he put on a black suit, his powerful aura stunned Gu Qinghan and all the sales assistants present.
He was incredibly heroic, truly heroic.
However, at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly cut through the air: "Even the best clothes can't hide the essence of a con artist, a scumbag."
Hearing this voice, Gu Qinghan's expression changed. She looked behind her and saw that the speaker was none other than Shen Lang's old nemesis, Zhao Min.