Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1863: Chapter 1865: What Do You Think

Shen Rong’s light remark made Chiang Qing’s heart suddenly tremble, her face turned pale, and her fingers placed beside her scratched the leather under the car seat.

"You..."

"Didn’t you like that soldier before? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have... Do you still think about him now?" Shen Rong asked, staring at her.

Chiang Qing’s heart quivered slightly, forcing a smile and said, "What are you talking about? How could I still think about him?"

Shen Rong locked eyes with her, causing Chiang Qing to swallow and force herself not to avoid his gaze, lest it shows guilt, which would anger him.

Just as she was about to lose her composure, Shen Rong smiled, patting her shoulder as he laughed, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? There’s no young person who doesn’t have a crush."

Chiang Qing wanted to smile, but she couldn’t.

"It’s okay." Shen Rong held her hand again, feeling the soft and sweaty palm, he said, "I was just asking, you don’t need to be afraid. Even if you still think about him, it’s nothing. I’m an old man, not knowing when I might die, and you..."

"No, you won’t die." Chiang Qing suddenly lunged forward, holding his hand, burying her head in his chest, saying, "You won’t die, you’ll live for a long, long time. I don’t miss him, I only hate, hate them."

Shen Rong didn’t speak, stroking her hair, but inside he was filled with disappointment.

Still hasn’t let go!

He sighed inwardly, looking out the window where snowflakes were falling. Being too persistent, is there any benefit? It just makes it hard on oneself.

Lin Biao glanced at the two in the backseat through the rearview mirror, then looked out the window.

Upon returning to the villa, Shen Rong let Chiang Qing go to rest, while he went to the study with his chief secretary.

"What do you think about today’s events?" Shen Rong had Lin Biao grind the ink for him, while he spread out the xuan paper, pressed it down with a paperweight, and then picked a suitable brush from the brush rack.

Lin Biao held the inkstone with one hand and gently ground the ink with the other. He looked up at his boss and asked, "What are you referring to?"

"Everything." Shen Rong chose a brush, lifted it for a look, and seeing the ink was ready, he dipped the brush and said, "You’ve been with me for almost forty years, haven’t you?"

The reason Lin Biao had Shen Rong’s trust was that he had been with him from a young age. Now Lin Biao was fifty-five. If he started at eighteen, it had indeed been almost forty years.

"Thirty-seven years." Lin Biao, with the ink ready, stood holding his hands together and replied.

"Time flies, I’ve grown old, and in a few years, you’ll be sixty." Shen Rong began writing.

"You are still as strong as ever, I can’t compete with you. The last time we played basketball, didn’t I lose?"

"Do you think I didn’t notice you were going easy on me? Before, I didn’t feel old, but seeing those young guys today, especially that youngest one from the Ning Family, suddenly made me feel old." Shen Rong sighed, "Remembering my youth, wasn’t I just as headstrong back then?"

"Young people are brash, does it still bother you?"

"When one is old, they can’t help but acknowledge it. Now, it’s the young people’s world." Shen Rong said, "Today in Xiao Tian’s office, I said something, I’m starting to wonder if I’ve made the wrong decision? The Ning Family, with just one young man in business, shows such sharpness. If we really confront them, can we handle it? So, do you think I’m wrong?"