70 One Had to Feel Sparks Before One Could Like a Person

The rainy night was slightly cold, and the two of them were standing together under an umbrella, so they were a little too close.

Sang Qianqian could clearly feel the man’s body temperature and aura, and she moved to the side uncomfortably.

Shen Hanyu saw the girl’s movements, slanting the umbrella to the side without a sound.

If one were to look from behind, the umbrella would be tilted toward Sang Qianqian. Shen Hanyu’s shoulder was drenched by the rain, but he didn’t seem to care.

The car wasn’t parked too far away, so Shen Hanyu opened the passenger door for her.

Sang Qianqian pursed her lips. “I’ll sit in the back.”

It seemed that some people would care a lot about the passenger seat.

There had been a hot discussion on the internet about whether the opposite sex should sit in the passenger seat of their boyfriend. Most netizens thought that the passenger seat had a special meaning and shouldn’t be sat by any woman other than their girlfriend or wife.

Shen Hanyu might not have noticed this, but Sang Qianqian felt it was better to avoid it.

She wanted to walk to the back of the car, but Shen Hanyu stood still and looked at her quietly. “I rarely drive people home.”

Sang Qianqian raised her head in confusion. “So?”

“So, don’t take me as a chauffeur,” Shen Hanyu said lightly.

Sang Qianqian was speechless.

This man really had a lot of problems.

She didn’t say anything and got into the passenger seat with her head lowered.

The two of them didn’t say anything along the way, and the car was very quiet. Sang Qianqian thought about Xia Sitong’s words and felt apologetic.

When she faked her death, the trauma and consequences that she had brought to Shen Hanyu were far beyond her imagination.

Not only did it cause him to suffer from insomnia and headaches, it also caused cracks to appear in his relationship with Xia Sitong.

“I heard Xia Sitong say the day I got injured was her birthday. Every year, I… On the day of my death, you will go to my grave to pay your respects. I’m really sorry to have caused you so much trouble.”

The reason why Sang Qianqian had agreed to let Shen Hanyu send her home was actually to say this to him, “Sitong seems to be very concerned about this matter. Don’t let me affect your relationship, so you should coax her.”

“What relationship do I have with Sitong?” Shen Hanyu asked in a low voice.

Sang Qianqian was also a little confused. Was there a need to ask her this question?

It was obvious from many years ago. Of course, they were childhood sweethearts.

“Don’t you like Xia Sitong?”

Sang Qianqian didn’t like to beat around the bush, so she went straight to the point. “In the past, because of my death, you neglected her birthday. Of course you have to apologize and explain to her.”

Shen Hanyu’s eyes turned cold. He turned the steering wheel and stopped the car by the roadside.

Sang Qianqian was slightly startled. “What’s wrong?”

“Sang Qianqian.”

Shen Hanyu turned to look at her, his dark eyes filled with an inexplicable meaning. “Who told you that I like Sitong?”

Sang Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by lightning and was stunned for a moment. Indeed, no one had told her about it. However, anyone with eyes could tell from the interactions between him and Xia Sitong back then.

Shen Hanyu looked at Sang Qianqian and knew that she had misunderstood.

After a moment of silence, he replied, “Sitong and I are equivalent to you and Wen Xu.”

Sang Qianqian didn’t quite understand why he would suddenly say something like that. “Wen Xu and I are siblings,” she replied in confusion.

He and Xia Sitong weren’t.

“So,”

Shen Hanyu gave her a meaningful look. “Only you and Wen Xu can be siblings, but I can’t be siblings with Sitong?”

Sang Qianqian was dumbfounded. What kind of big gossip had she uncovered tonight?

Her mood at this moment might be similar to how Rong Yan felt when she heard that Sang Qianqian didn’t like Shen Hanyu.

She stammered, ” I-I thought you liked her…”

Shen Hanyu tried to suppress his emotions. “Sitong is not my type.”

From the start to the end, he had only treated Xia Sitong as a younger sister and cared for her. She lost her mother when she was young and had relied on him, her brother, a lot. Thus, he had done his best to protect her.

This kind of care had become a habit, just like how he later took care of his disabled father, Shen Shaofeng.

It was a responsibility, but it was also an instinct.

It was only when Sang Qianqian ‘passed away’ that he realized there was another emotion more unforgettable than family love. When he was young, he didn’t know what love was. By the time he did, many things were already irreversible.

Even so, he had never thought of putting up with it. He was too stubborn. Once he had fallen for her, his heart wouldn’t easily accept another person.

Even Xia Sitong, who had been close to him since they were young, couldn’t.

One had to feel sparks before one could like a person. There was no need to have feelings if no sparks existed.

That was why, when Xia Sitong expressed her feelings for him, he rejected her without any hesitation.

After understanding Xia Sitong’s feelings, he could no longer treat her as a sister and could only distance himself from her.

This was also the reason why he kept a distant attitude with Xia Sitong. Unfortunately, the girl in front of him knew nothing of this and even thought he liked Xia Sitong.

—

“Sitong is not my type.”

When Shen Hanyu said this, Sang Qianqian found it unbelievable. She almost subconsciously said, “What type do you like?”

Shen Hanyu didn’t say anything. He just stared at her with his dark eyes, an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

The emotions in the man’s eyes were deep and she couldn’t understand them. As a result, she only felt uncomfortable all over. “If you don’t want to answer me, just pretend that I didn’t ask.”

Shen Hanyu was silent, but he eventually looked away. The car started up again and Sang Qianqian felt the suffocating air pressure in the car dissipate slightly. She heaved a silent sigh of relief.

Her question was too private, and she shouldn’t have asked it just now. However, the information she got from Shen Hanyu’s short conversation that night had completely shattered all the knowledge she had in the past few years.

Shen Hanyu said that Xia Sitong wasn’t his type, so did that mean that he already had someone he liked?

Sang Qianqian tilted her head and looked out the window. The rain was pouring down the glass. Although she looked calm on the surface, her heart was filled with a small desire to gossip.

She wondered what kind of girl Shen Hanyu liked. If he got what he wanted one day, she really wanted to see his demeanor when in love.

—

Xia Sitong watched as Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu disappeared into the rain, her nails almost digging into her palms.

It was hard to tell if there was anger, jealousy, or resentment in her eyes. She almost wanted to rush over and stop Shen Hanyu, but in the end, she held herself back.

When Xia Sitong drove back to the Yushui Bay, Shen Shaofeng was sitting in his wheelchair and playing with a puppy. When he raised his head and saw Xia Sitong, he was shocked. “Sitong, what happened?”

Xia Sitong’s face was filled with tears, her eyes red from crying, “Uncle Shen, Sang Qianqian… She’s back.”

She recounted the scene of her meeting with Sang Qianqian and cried, “It’s because of her that Brother Hanyu has become like this in the past few years. But she’s not dead, and she even lied to all of us…”

Shen Shaofeng’s heart shook. Not only did Sang Qianqian not die, but she even came back to look for Hanyu?

—

Tomorrow was a Saturday, so Sang Qianqian wasn’t that busy. She had just finished a call with her father that night when an unknown number called.

“Miss Sang?” The voice on the other end was deep and slow. “I’m Shen Shaofeng.”