The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today Chapter 891: Song Yansheng, Have You Ever Missed Me?

The Song Mansion without Song Yansheng feels empty.

The city without Song Yansheng feels empty too.

If you count carefully, Song Yansheng has only been gone for four days, but to Shi Nuan, it feels as if he has been gone for four weeks or four months.

So this is what it ans to live as if days drag like years.

While at work, Shi Nuan would occasionally gaze absentmindedly at the backs of male colleagues in white shirts and black trousers.

And then, she would involuntarily think of Song Yansheng.

Naughtily thinking: Indeed, it’s Song Yansheng who looks the best in a white shirt paired with black trousers.

When Aunt Hui brings milk in the evening, she stares at the milk cup, recalling the tis he used to force her to drink milk.

During breakfast or dinner, when Aunt Hui serves tea and she wants so juice, and Aunt Hui asks what kind of juice she wants, she blurts out mango juice, thinking it’s remarkable how Song Yansheng knows about this quirk of hers.

The hardest part is probably the night.

At night, lying alone in bed, staring at the dim ceiling, one hand feeling the space beside her.

Thinking of Song Yansheng’s scent, his breath, his warmth, his caresses, and kisses...

This suddenly makes her realize, it’s only been four days, and she’s already like this. If she were ever to part with Song Yansheng in the future, how could she endure the days ahead?

Since her mother’s death, over ten years have passed. Although the days were difficult and hard to bear, she still managed to get through them.

But now, it’s just been a few days since Song Yansheng left — just a few days! — and it seems she cannot endure this!

Shi Nuan, who always prided herself on being calm, strong, rational, and occasionally unyielding, now finds herself crumbling over Song Yansheng.

It truly is quite pathetic that she would depend on Song Yansheng to such an extent!

She picks up her phone, finds Song Yansheng’s number, and many tis, she wants to call him, wants him to return. Yet many tis, she chooses to give up.

Even though she discovers the vulnerability hidden in her heart, she still remains the proud Shi Nuan, unwilling to show her vulnerability before Song Yansheng.

The kind of love that blooms in the mud, as Zhang Ailing described, is not sothing she can achieve, even if she loves. A person cannot live solely for love in their lifeti.

So Shi Nuan just stares at the wedding photo in the bedroom, deep in thought, tangled, at a loss, and feeling anguish...

Song Yansheng, you really shouldn’t have appeared, shouldn’t have appeared in my world. Even though I was once helpless, in despair and agony, at least I could still manage to hold on. But now, I can’t hold on anymore...

If you knew I felt this way for you, would you be delighted, proud, or would you feel tenderness and love equally in return?

Song Yansheng, at this mont, what are you doing? Are you busy, and have you ever... thought of ?!

...

Shi Nuan sighs alone, feeling the door of the room being knocked. She guesses it’s Aunt Hui asking her to go downstairs for dinner.

The sky outside has grown a bit dark, and she had already told Aunt Hui earlier that she’s not very hungry tonight and could have dinner a bit later.

But as she turns around, it’s not Aunt Hui she sees, but Ye Mingi, who she hasn’t seen for so ti!

Shi Nuan was taken aback for a mont, blinked to make sure it was indeed Ye Mingi standing there, and softly called her na.

Ye Mingi looked a bit haggard, seeming much thinner than the last ti they t. Her eyes were slightly red and tearful.

Pouting her pink lips slightly, she spoke in a wronged tone, "Little sister-in-law, he left..."