Shi Nuan forgot when she fell asleep, but felt it must have been a long ti, at least after eleven thirty.
In the latter half of the night, around four in the morning, she suddenly woke up, only then discovering that Song Yansheng was not there.
She was slightly surprised and instinctively got out of bed and walked out of the room.
At four in the morning, the entire Song Mansion was quiet, and the corridor night lights were dim.
Step by step, she walked to the bookroom door, her footsteps very light, and she stood still when she arrived.
Because no light ca from the bookroom, Song Yansheng was not busy until late, or had he left Song Mansion?
She pursed her lips, thinking, perhaps he went out on business temporarily, maybe it was late, and she had already fallen asleep, so he didn’t tell her.
She planned to return to the room but walked a few steps and, driven by a faint lingering thought, she turned sideways and reached out to twist open the bookroom door.
Then she turned on the light.
What t her eyes was the large book desk of Song Yansheng; the computer wasn’t on, but there was half a cup of tea on the desk.
The room was very quiet, without a single sound.
The door of the bookroom’s resting room was closed. She gently walked over and twisted open the door again.
Through the outer room’s light halo, she imdiately saw Song Yansheng lying on the bed without even removing his clothes.
He slept on his side, the quilt covering his waist, his tall and slender figure extrely conspicuous on the light-colored quilt.
Shi Nuan’s heart trembled a bit; Song Yansheng hadn’t left, but why didn’t he return to the bedroom to sleep?
Not even taking off his clothes and just lying in bed to sleep...
Was it because he was too busy and too tired to shower, afraid of slling bad without a shower, so he didn’t return to the bedroom?
No, Shi Nuan thought it couldn’t be.
Although Song Yansheng wasn’t extrely fastidious, in the past three months, he had never gone to bed without a shower.
No matter how late it was, he would wash up before going to bed.
So what’s going on? Why would Song Yansheng be like this?
Shi Nuan pursed her lips, thinking whether she had done sothing today to annoy Song Yansheng.
Shen Zui sending flowers? But the flowers from Shen Zui, she had already given to Shi Jiaojiao.
Song Yansheng is such a shrewd person, he would know those flowers for Shi Jiaojiao were from her.
She refused so simply and clearly, Song Yansheng shouldn’t overthink it, so what’s wrong with him?
Shi Nuan gazed at the man’s handso profile in the dim light, feeling pain in her heart, yet she still gently closed the door, turned off the bookroom light, and left.
She wasn’t aware that at the mont she turned away, the man on the bed who was supposedly asleep opened his eyes instantly.
...
The next morning, Shi Nuan woke up around six thirty, the room still empty, no sign of Song Yansheng.
Since he slept in the bookroom, naturally he wasn’t there.
Shi Nuan sighed, went to wash, got dressed, and went downstairs around seven o’clock.
Downstairs, Aunt Hui, accompanied by a servant, was cleaning, there was no sign of Song Yansheng; maybe he hadn’t gotten up.
Aunt Hui and the servant greeted Shi Nuan, and she responded lightly; Aunt Hui inquired if Shi Nuan wanted a cup of tea, she declined.
She said, "I’m going to take a walk in the yard!"
Aunt Hui acknowledged, Shi Nuan headed towards the door, then rembered sothing, turned back and said, "Oh, when Mr. gets up, let him know I... went to the backyard!"
Aunt Hui was surprised, saying, "Mr. isn’t ho, Lady doesn’t know?"
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