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On the way home she was silent and her face expressionless.

When she was about to reach home, she had the chauffeur stop at the intersection, and she got out of the car.

When the Yin family"s car left, she went to sit on the nearby bench, took out her cell phone, stared gravely at the phone for sometime. Then she could not help herself and finally dialed Lu Yichen"s phone.

She didn"t even know why she was calling him.

In the past, she would always think up the conversation topic before calling him lest she make the atmosphere awkward without saying anything.

Now, her head was a mess and she hadn"t thought about what she was going to say to him.

She just… wanted to hear his voice.

After dialing the number, Han Qiqing was nervous. Her mind was a mess. What was she going to say to him if he picked up?

And in the next second, a female voice was heard over the phone, saying, "The phone you just dialed has been turned off, please try again later…"

Han Qiqing"s face was blank.

He… turned off his phone.

How timely.

Her mind, which was frantically looking for a conversation topic, instantly became a blank.

An indescribable feeling of despondence came over her.

Above her, yellowish withered leaves were carried by the wind and fell by her side and on her shoulders, showing in contrast the paleness of her face.

A black Bentley silently stopped in front of her.

"Qingqing?"

Han Qiqing was brought back to her senses by the cold voice. The night breeze brushed against her face, and she felt a sudden coldness. She instinctively rubbed her face, realizing that she had been crying.

Her face was covered with tears, feeling slightly sticky.

She quickly wiped away the traces with both hands, afraid that someone might see them.

However, it was apparent that the person who just called her had already seen them, and the voice was chilly as it asked, "What happened?"

Han Qiqing looked up, through the lowered window, and she forced a smile, saying, "Brother, you just got off work?"

The man frowned, opened the door and got out of the car. Then he walked up and stared at her.

Han Qiqing lowered her head, afraid to look at him. With her eyes red after crying, looking at him would be as good as admitting that she was crying.

The next moment, a blazer was draped over her, still warm.

Han Qiqing s.h.i.+vered, realizing that her hands was cold.

She didn"t know how long she had been sitting there and crying.

She thought that he would scold her. On such a cold night, why wasn"t she wearing a jacket, and why was she sitting here exposed to the wind instead of going back home?

However, this was just her own delusions. The person before her was her brother, who had the personality of an iceberg. How could it be possible that he would talk that much? If he talked that much, that he wouldn"t be an iceberg anymore.

Sure enough, he said nothing. He only grabbed her and stuffed her into the car.

"Why are you crying?" He cut to the chase, asking in his chilly voice, without even giving her some time of peace.

Han Qiqing shook her head and smiled. "I"m not crying. It"s really nothing. No biggie. Brother, you"re off work early today. You don"t need to work overtime today?"

"Yeah." His answer was still so brief.

Han Qiqing pursed up her lips. Sometimes she really felt that her father was right when he said that her mother had pa.s.sed all their cheerfulness to her when giving birth to them. Thus, he was the one with the cold personality, always looking expressionless and taciturn.

"So have you eaten yet?" she asked since she wasn"t expecting her iceberg of a brother to be the one initiating the conversation.