After dinner, the three of them sped down the road to the Song Mansion in two cars.
Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan’s car was in front, with Liao Qinghe’s car following behind.
On the way, Song Yansheng asked Shi Nuan, "Having soone unfamiliar moving into the Song Mansion suddenly, does it make you feel uncomfortable?"
Shi Nuan shook her head, "No, Mr. Liao is a nice person, and he’s Sister Wen’s boyfriend. I won’t feel uneasy!"
"But, I feel uneasy?"
Shi Nuan was puzzled, "Second Uncle, what makes you uneasy?"
Song Yansheng held Shi Nuan’s hand, gently rubbing it, and sighed, "I care too much about Nuannuan, always afraid she’ll be taken away by soone else. It feels like all the n in the world are my enemies!"
"..." Shi Nuan looked at the man’s handso face, speechless.
She thought Song Yansheng was being a bit too exaggerated; she’s not like money, not everyone is going to like her!
Shi Nuan said, "Second Uncle, you’re so outstanding, the one who should feel insecure is probably !"
"Oh?" Song Yansheng raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying that I make you feel insecure, Nuannuan?"
Shi Nuan was embarrassed, feeling like Song Yansheng was setting a trap for her.
She said, "What I an is, Second Uncle, you’re good enough, so you should also be confident enough. Plus, I’m not soone who easily gets attracted elsewhere... Hmm!"
Just as Shi Nuan finished her sentence, her face was suddenly cupped by the man, and his hot kiss followed.
The driver in the front ignored everything happening in the back seat, continuing to drive with a blank expression.
Shi Nuan felt the warmth on her lips, feeling a bit shy, wanting to push the man away, yet reluctant to do so.
During her brief mont of hesitation, her brain went slightly numb.
This man had charm, and naturally, his kiss was magical too.
The kiss was long, lasting about ten minutes before stopping.
The man’s fingers brushed across her fair skin, lightly tracing her lips, as he smiled, "A reward!"
"..." Shi Nuan was stunned for a mont, her face blushing as she bit her lip, unsure of what to say.
A reward? For not easily getting attracted elsewhere? But she had liked soone else before and later relied on Song Yichuan.
Now, in just four short months, she fell in love with Song Yansheng.
Shen Zui thought she changed too quickly, implying she was fickle and lacked true emotions.
When she said this to Song Yansheng, it was situational, because in so sense she agreed with Shen Zui’s words.
Song Yansheng gently embraced her, saying, "I’m the sa..."
Shi Nuan was taken aback, "Hmm?" seemingly not understanding his words.
Song Yansheng’s fingers gently combed through Shi Nuan’s soft long hair, his dark eyes faintly looking out at the night beyond the car window.
He spoke tenderly, "I’m the sa... I won’t get attracted elsewhere!"
...
As ti moved into late September, it really passed quickly; their marriage was approaching five months before they knew it.
The days in the past had been long and trivial, with an underlying repression, to the extent that Shi Nuan often didn’t want to bring them up.
But being with Song Yansheng, even if life remained a bit trivial, each ti she reminisced, every detail seed vividly clear.
She wanted to forget the past, so parts becoming mories, others dreams.
But Song Yansheng, she didn’t want him to beco a mory, nor a dream.
She wanted him to be a real person who could always be by her side.
In her life, she originally aid to complete what she needed to do.
Song Yansheng made her greedy; she longed for a stable ti after everything was accomplished, to be with Song Yansheng.
Actually, if Shi Nuan thought this way, wasn’t it the sa for Song Yansheng?
In the past many years, he often asked himself why he lived and whether he was happy or not.
If he was not happy, then why live?
In mid-April, he accidentally encountered her in a bar corridor, and due to an unexpected situation, he took her away.
Then, with deception, he forcefully pulled her into his life.
She was sensitive, suspicious, stubborn, and headstrong, causing him to restrain his emotions in front of her for a long ti.
She was silent and cold, and occasionally seeing this side of him, he dared not approach.
He wasn’t a warm person, but his heart held a fire for her, fearing that it might burn or scare her away.
He was grateful that after the initial aggressive possession, he cald his heart, choosing patience and a gradual approach.
With this thod, he successfully entered her heart, which gave him a great sense of accomplishnt.
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