Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 121: Ares Tears

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When Shen Wan placed the slippers in front of Shen Qian, he suddenly reached out and touched her hair.

Shen Wan looked surprised, and even Shen Chunjiang couldn’t help but give his son an extra glance.

“There’s something there.” He reached out and plucked a piece of white lint from his fingertip.

“Thank you, big brother.”

“Mm.”

Shen Chunjiang nodded approvingly, “I feel reassured after seeing how close you siblings are.”

10:00 PM.

Late at night, with dimming lights, the old mansion fell into a peaceful slumber.

Shen Wan had just come out of the bathroom, her hair not yet dried, when she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” Shen Qian.

She opened the door, and in the dimly lit corridor, his eyes shone exceptionally bright, like gemstones refracting light, sparkling.

This wasn’t the first time Shen Qian had come to her room, and without waiting for Shen Wan to decline, he entered.

“Brother, is something the matter?”

“Just finished showering?” He gently picked up a strand of her wet hair close to her neck. The ends were still dripping, and her back had turned slightly moist. Her nightgown’s delicate material clung to her body, highlighting her beautifully shaped collarbones. “Why haven’t you dried your hair?”

“I was just about to…” Then you came in.

Shen Qian pulled out a red velvet heart-shaped box from his pocket and handed it to her.

“What’s this?”

“A gift.”

She took a half step back. “It’s not my birthday yet.”

“I saw it when I was on a business trip, so I bought it.” Shen Qian’s tone was nonchalant. “If you don’t like it, you can throw it away.”

“I can’t do that.” She smiled and accepted the box. “I haven’t even opened it, so how can I throw it away without knowing what’s inside? That would be such a waste.”

His expression remained unchanged, but Shen Wan could feel a noticeable relaxation in his overall demeanor.

“Alright, then open it.”

Shen Wan removed the golden petal-shaped clasp from the center of the box. As she opened it, a dazzling silver object caught her eye. In the soft light, perfectly cut diamonds refracted intricate and radiant patterns, creating a shimmering spectacle. The diamonds were immaculately set in the center of a platinum chain.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded, examining the necklace carefully. “It’s very beautiful.” She was telling the truth. The necklace was indeed exquisite, not only because of the precious white diamond but also because of the platinum chain, which had intricate micro-engravings. The overall design and the attention to detail were impeccable.

Shen Qian said, “Ares Tears.”

“What?”

“It’s name.”

“Is there a meaning behind its name?”

His gaze subtly shifted, and he shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

“It must be expensive, right?” Shen Wan looked up.

Her black, clear eyes reflected his silhouette. Shen Qian’s throat moved slightly. “Not expensive.”

“Don’t lie!”

He smiled lightly, draped a dry towel over her head, and also used it to obscure the crystal-clear, joyful gaze. He said, “Remember to dry your hair before sleeping. Goodnight.”

As Shen Wan pulled the towel off her head, all she could see was the man’s departing figure.

With a soft click, the door closed.

The room returned to silence. Shen Wan blinked, then blinked again. Was that it?

Wasn’t he supposed to inquire about her travels? Who she had encountered? What she had been up to?

So, her brother had visited her late at night just to give her a necklace?

“Ares Tears?” Shen Wan raised an eyebrow as she wrapped her damp hair with the towel and picked up her phone to search.

Christie’s auction house… a Greek-inspired necklace made with high-purity white diamonds… sold for 3.62 million….