The man brimming with surprise wasn't anyone else, but Qin Silang, who had recently become the talk of Suzhou City.
Qin Silang jumped down from his carriage, clad in a blue brocade robe, his demeanor graceful and striking. Not waiting for the servant to open the umbrella, he dashed under the eaves where Ran Yan was sheltering from the rain, and, with a beaming smile, said to Ran Yan, "We truly are fated!"
Facing what seemed like a flirtatious remark, Ran Yan remained silent, merely giving him a slight bow as a form of greeting.
"The carriage was speeding, and it splashed water on you, Wife. It truly is my fault." Qin Musheng bowed deeply, his apology utterly sincere.
Wan Lu hadn't expected it to be him, and stunned by the sudden encounter as well as the grudge of a slap from their last encounter, she felt an underlying displeasure and thus remained silent too.
"It's no trouble." Ran Yan spoke indifferently.
