The Fallen, Stubborn Prince - Chapter 17
Su Qian stood quietly at the back of the line, waiting for his turn. Only after all the senior workers had received their pay did he step forward.
When the foreman saw him, his eyes lit up. He patted Su Qian’s shoulder and spoke with a grin, saying a few things in a tone full of approval.
Fang Xian, standing outside the fence, knew that if she called out to him now, he would panic. She didn’t want to see him flustered. So she waited.
She waited even after everyone else had gone, but Su Qian still hadn’t come out.
Then, from the half-built house under dim yellow light, she heard the foreman’s voice asking him what he wanted for dinner.
“I’ll skip dinner, big brother. Once I finish painting this wall, I’ll head home. There’s food there anyway,” Su Qian replied. His voice was steady, almost too calm. He didn’t want anyone worrying—or to risk Uncle coming to look for him.
The foreman chuckled. “I don’t buy that. How long does it take to eat a meal? You’re just trying to save me money, kid.” With that, he st