An Unexpected Pregnancy with the Fake Husband's Child [Completed]

C46. Fateful Encounter (Memories).

Chapter 46

"What a coincidence, you're here too. Are you alone? Would it be okay if I sit here?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Shen Minglou raised his head slowly. His vision was hazy under the shadow cast from above, as he looked up at the approaching figure.

...It's him again.

"Sure, there's no one here. Sit down."

Shen Minglou quickly shifted his books towards himself, making sure not to occupy the other person's space.

With swift movements, he gestured for the newcomer to take a seat.

The newcomer first thanked him and then asked, "Are you alone today as well?"

Shen Minglou nodded, hesitant to speak. Finally, he muttered a soft, dejected "yes."

After that, he glanced at the person across from him and averted his gaze, sighing silently to himself.

No escaping it, huh.

Every time he ate alone, he would inevitably encounter this senior brother. Today, he had finished class late and had cautiously made his way to the cafeteria, relieved to find that his senior brother was not there. But his relief was short-lived, as the man himself soon arrived.

Ever since their last conversation, Shen Minglou started encountering him frequently - not just for meals, but even on the way back to the dormitories, he would find himself walking alongside him for a part of the journey.

...He often wondered how he managed to find time to come here amidst his busy academic schedule.

Shen Minglou wasn't accustomed to intimacy and always maintained a certain distance in his interactions with people. His social space was abruptly invaded by this senior whom he hadn't known for long, and sometimes he felt overwhelmed.

"..."

Upon seeing his demeanor, the person across from him stopped probing further and gently remarked with a smile, "We've run into each other so many times here. It must be fate, junior brother."

"Fate..."

Shen Minglou faintly chewed on these two words. If they frequently crossed paths during this period, there was indeed no valid argument to counter the notion of fate...

He gazed at the senior sitting opposite him, squinting to catch a glimpse of his face and expression through the gaps, trying to dispel the fog veiling his vision and see him clearly.

However, the power of his eyesight was too overwhelming, and no matter how hard he tried, he could only see a blurred outline.

"..."

Perhaps feeling inexplicably stared at, the senior hesitated, lifting a hand to his face, his tone slightly tense, "Is there something on my face?"

Shen Minglou quickly shook his head, "No, there's... nothing on your face. It's just that my eyes are a bit dry."

After speaking, he added politely, "There's nothing on your face, senior, you look handsome."

"..."

For some reason, Shen Minglou could sense a hint of shyness in the senior with just that one word.

Had no one ever complimented him like this before?

Carefully weighing his words, Shen Minglou hesitated, "...Yes, very handsome."

Senior: "Oh, uh..."

A brief silence ensued, and Shen Minglou, at a loss for words, lowered his head to take a bite of food. But he always felt a gaze fixed on him, so he quickly raised his head, took a sip of water, and offered a faint smile to the senior, attempting to dispel the strange atmosphere surrounding them.