Falling for the Best Man, A Second Chance at Love - Chapter 8

Sheng Moyang, however, remained unmoved.

In the end, he insisted on taking me back to his own home.

Having gotten caught in the rain during my period, I was drained and feeble, heading straight for the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, I paid no attention whatsoever to the man behind me.

When I woke up, it was already past eight in the evening.

Pushing open the door, I saw a neat stack of documents arranged on the coffee table in the living room.

The papers were intact, the scent of fresh printer ink still lingering.

He had painstakingly typed every word from my rain-soaked documents into the computer, then printed them all out anew.

I was stunned for a moment when the doorbell rang.

Sheng Moyang walked in with a bag of late-night snacks.

I stammered as I asked:

“You… did you look through my materials?”

With a mocking smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he said:

“Relax. Our R&D staff have the best benefits in the industry. There’s no need for the boss to play spy himself.”

“…”

The Sheng Moyang I remembered was always proud and sharp-tongued.

Back when Gu Huaichen first introduced me to him,

There was a girl who had chased after him for ages, pestering him: “Why don’t you like me?”

“If I tell you, you’ll be upset. If I don’t, you’ll insist on knowing.”

“Do you have someone you like?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I don’t believe you. What does she look like?”

He sipped his wine, cast a light glance my way, and said blandly:

“She looks a lot like her. Oh, except she’s a bit taller, a bit fairer, a bit prettier, and probably gentler, too.”

“…”

That’s how the grudge between us began.

From then on, every time we met, there was no shortage of snarky jabs between us.

Gu Huaichen always ended up with a headache over it.

On the day of my wedding with Gu Huaichen,

Everyone said we were lovers destined to be together at last.

Only Sheng Moyang, true to form, couldn’t say a single nice word:

“Rushing headlong into the grave of marriage. Well then, may you both rest in peace.”

Dressed in my most festive wedding outfit, I countered with the most inauspicious words:

“That’s still better than some people wandering as lonely ghosts.”

I have no idea what got into him today.

Driving me home, rescuing my drenched documents,

And even benevolently leaving late-night snacks before finally leaving my place.

It all left me feeling rather flattered and at a loss.