His professional explanation left no room for rebuttal. Even Guo Zhengmei nodded in agreement.
Guo Zhengmei personally decided to convert the study next to Shi Nian and Xiang Yuan’s bedroom into Tang Yanqing’s bedroom.
Once everything was set, Tang Yanqing walked in, tapped on the wall with his finger, and turned to look at Shi Nian: "How’s the soundproofing?"
Shi Nian’s face was flushed red with anger as she retorted, "It’s fine!"
"That’s not acceptable," he looked over again.
Shi Nian felt her cheeks burning, and couldn’t help but clench her fists, "Mr. Tang, you’re being too much!"
Tang Yanqing took a step closer, glanced at Guo Zhengmei standing in the hallway, and lowered his voice to speak in her ear, "You’ve misunderstood. I’m not interested in listening to the sounds between you and Xiang Yuan. I’m worried about someone entering your bedroom and me not knowing it!"
"Really?" She couldn’t tell if the red on her face was from embarrassment or anger.
He snorted, "Do you think I enjoy hearing the sounds between you and Xiang Yuan?"
Shi Nian had no choice but to take a deep breath, "The soundproofing in this room is adequate, but it hasn’t undergone any special soundproofing treatment, so it should meet your work needs."
"Oh, then this room it is."
He glanced around a few more times and suddenly reached out to touch the desk, "Is this where you usually work?"
His fingers were long and steady, moving slowly over the pristine white varnish... Shi Nian forcibly pushed aside the strange feeling in her heart, "Yes, it is."
He chuckled lightly, "You still use an old-fashioned fountain pen, and you prefer pure blue ink. Hmm, a Hero pen with Ostrich brand ink."
Shi Nian was a bit surprised, "You could tell that?"
Those were habits she had kept since childhood.
He chuckled softly, "Blue-black ink contains iron gall, which has a slightly astringent taste. But you don’t have that here."
"In those days, the two most popular brands of fountain pens were ’Hero’ and ’Eternal’, and the hardness of the nib’s contact with the paper differed. You write with enough force to leave marks on the tabletop—it’s the slightly harder Hero."
Shi Nian could only raise her hands in a little rabbit gesture.
Tang Yanqing lifted his gaze and looked toward the mirror on the wall. Through his sunglasses, he looked at her: this time, it’s not just deduction, he was actually—she had told him this herself back in the day.
She forgot, but he remembered it deeply.
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"Shi Nian, come out here for a moment!" Guo Zhengmei suddenly called sharply from outside the door.
Shi Nian frowned and hurried out. Guo Zhengmei was standing in the room opposite the master bedroom. That room was supposed to be used as a nursery, but at the moment it contained a set of bedding and some of Xiang Yuan’s undergarments.
Guo Zhengmei pointed at them and asked, "What’s going on here? Explain it to me!"
Shi Nian suddenly felt her head was about to explode.
Everything today had happened too suddenly, and she hadn’t expected her mother-in-law to visit so unexpectedly, catching her off guard without time to tidy up.
She carefully took a deep breath, "The nature of mine and A Yuan’s work means that once we get busy, it’s day and night without rest, so sometimes A Yuan and I need to sleep in separate rooms."
"Really?" Guo Zhengmei squinted at Shi Nian, "It’s not that you’re making excuses again and refusing to have a child with A Yuan?"
Tang Yanqing followed the sound and walked in, leaning against the door frame, watching with his arms crossed.