C52

Chapter 52 - Old Friends

The smoky purple sky was filled with the color of dusk. Other than the blue sky and blue sea, there was no one else.

A wave of salty sea breeze blew over, sending a shiver down Liang Jia's spine.

"It's getting late, let's go back to the hotel."

"Yes." Liang Jia nodded and let him hold her hand.

The hotel was not far from the beach, and they reached it within ten minutes of walking.

A waiter wearing a black waistcoat and a white shirt opened the door and humbly led the way in. The hotel was rather high key, with murals and murals, including Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci and Monet.

A gentle and elegant violin unfurled, and the atmosphere was warm and warm.

As the two of them sat down, Zhou Xing Chen handed the menu to Liang Jia and ordered a few main dishes. Suddenly, Liang Jia heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Van Gogh is a famous Impressionist painter, he is adept at combining strange colors and strokes, especially in the starry sky," the voice was gentle, like a cool breeze passing by, but the lines were slightly raised, "The lines and feel are very poor, but when they fuse together, they undergo a qualitative change. When Van Gogh was creating his own painting, he suffered great mental pressure, and the effects of this kind of painting are extremely shocking."

Liang Jia raised an eyebrow. She was actually evaluating everyone? She looked up and saw a man standing by the window. The sun was setting outside his window, shining brilliantly, and the man was standing against the light, the outline of the《 Starry Sky》 beside him was blurry. Seemingly feeling Liang Jia's gaze, he turned her head, and a strange smile appeared on his handsome face.

Liang Jia looked at him. In an instant, countless sounds seemed to have exploded in her ears. Her uncertain voice trembled. "Yan Dajian?"

The man nodded and smiled warmly, beaming.

To the side, Zhou Xing Chen's cold eyes looked back and forth between the two of them before he cleared his throat in dissatisfaction.

Liang Jia snapped out of her daze as if she had just awoken from a dream. Embarrassed, she rubbed her nose.

However, Yan Duuan acted as if nothing had happened. He did not seem to see Zhou Xing Chen at all, and his eyes were only focused on Liang Jia. "Jia Yue, I've been keeping this hairpin by your side this entire time. If I give it to you now, will you still not accept it?"

In that instant, Liang Jia seemed to feel the heat in the air rise stealthily. She stole a glance at Zhou Xing Chen, who was standing at his side. As she looked at Yan Gang, smoke billowed in the air.

"She didn't accept it back then," Zhou Xing Chen said in a low voice. "Not even now."

At this point, Yan Duoan turned to look at Zhou Xing Chen with a smile on his face. "You still look so arrogant."

Zhou Xing Chen shook the wine cup in his hand and said scornfully, "Same here."

"You really don't accept it?" Yan Duuan turned his head again as his eyes that were as gentle as spring water stared at Liang Jia with full of anticipation.

"I'm sorry." Liang Jia wasn't enchanted in the slightest. Her gaze shifted to Zhou Xing Chen. "I'm already married."

"So it's like that." Yan Zian closed his fingers and put away his hairpin. His tone was filled with obvious disappointment as he pointed at Zhou Weiqing and said: "With him?"

Zhou Xing Chen's handsome face darkened, and a chilling aura emanated from his body. With a sidelong glance, he replied, "And me."

"What a pity." Yan Dun An put on a pained expression, not at all afraid of Zhou Xing Chen's biting cold aura. His delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and he said sorrowfully to Liang Jia, "Jia Jia, your choice of husband is the same as your appreciation of art!"

Before Liang Jia could say anything, Zhou Xing Chen was already angered to the extreme. He slapped his wine cup heavily against the table and said, "Please scram, don't disturb us."

Yan Dun An was not the least bit angry, but he was still beaming with happiness. Not only did he not leave, he even dragged a chair over and sat down casually. It's been so long since I last saw you, my friend. You can't be so heartless as to kick me out, right? "

Yan Du An was a classmate of Liang Jia University, and also a well-known scholar. He had the bearing of an artist. With his handsome appearance, overflowing talent, illustrious family background, and gentle temperament, he was naturally a person who was wrapped in peach blossoms, but he just didn't care about anyone. The ladle that he had gone through great difficulty to scoop up was still the Liang Jia who already belonged to him.

When he met her, it was Art Appreciation class, and he was sitting next to her, trying to doze off, but he was blinded by the diamond hairpin Liang Jia had pinned behind her ear. It was afternoon, the boy crossed his arms over his face and smiled at the girl, who seemed oblivious as she bent her head to carefully modify the painting, which was filled with stars. In the boy's eyes, it looked like stars had filled the sky, the wind had blown, a willow leaf swirled to the side of the hairpin, the boy reached out to pick it, startling the person who had changed the picture, the girl turned around.

He couldn't help but blurt out, "Our meeting was like a bright star!"

"Get up, who let you sit." Seeing him sit down so impolitely, Zhou Xing Chen shouted out in a low voice. He slowly withdrew his fingers, trying his best to suppress his anger.

Yan Danduan waved his hand, still maintaining his gentle appearance, "I've already said, be graceful, don't be angry, I don't want to do anything." He snapped his fingers and ordered a glass of brandy, then continued, "We haven't seen each other for many years, and we're still reminiscing about the past."

Yan Duoan didn't give Zhou Xing Chen a chance to speak. He turned to Liang Jia and asked, "Are you guys travelling here?"

Liang Jia nodded.

"What a coincidence," Yan Guian was pleasantly surprised. "I've just come from a trip here, how about we go together?"

"This …" Liang Jia's face was filled with difficulty.

"It's fine, it's fine," Yan Du An smiled. "Just follow your schedule, just bring me along when you return home."

Zhou Xing Chen frowned, gritting his teeth. "We're on a honeymoon, so it's not appropriate to bring you along."

"Nothing is inappropriate," Yan Dajian said righteously. "I won't disturb you."

"Yan Duoan!" Zhou Xing Chen roared.

"Elegance, grace"

Seeing that they were about to start a fight, Liang Jia had no choice but to step out and smooth things out. "Okay, I'll tell you on the way back. You can leave now."

Hearing Liang Jia's words, Yan Duan gave her a deep look. He got up and said, "Alright then." His slender hand swept across the table. "I won't disturb you for now. See you later."

Yan Du An's figure disappeared into the distance. In the blink of an eye, Liang Jia's hand had brushed past, and shockingly, there was a shining hairpin that was the same as the hair clip he had given her when confessing to her that day.

Liang Jia smiled wryly, reaching out her jade-like hand to pick it up. However, Zhou Xing Chen took the initiative to pick it up first.

He studied the hairpin. "He's not giving up yet."

Zhou Xing Chen had a rough understanding of Yan Yu An and Liang Jia's situation, but the details weren't clear. He didn't know what Yan Du An meant by giving out the card, but …

He gripped the hairpin tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with gloom. He wouldn't allow anyone to lay their hands on Liang Jia. He definitely wouldn't allow that!