Sun Jingan’s wife spoke softly, "You."
With a hint of sadness in her tone, she said, "I, Mrs. Sun, may appear splendid outside, but who can understand my hardships?"
She continued, "My family is well-regarded, and your status is high too! But who considers that I am also flesh and blood, and there are times when I’m powerless? I cannot rely on Anran anymore, Ruanruan is capable and has a good temperament, she even understands warmth and cold, why can’t I be close to her?"
Sun Jingan’s wife grew increasingly sorrowful as she spoke.
She said, "You are prestigious outside all day, completely indifferent to whether I live or die."
Her temper flaring, her well-set hair came loose.
Her exquisite clothes also became disheveled.
Which added a touch of allure.
Sun Jingan was both heartbroken and somewhat stirred.
He slowly attended to his wife, softly coaxing her, "Haven’t I been good enough to you? When have I not treated you reverently in private?"
She glared at him, "You’re always so improper."
Sun Jingan adjusted her clothes, saying earnestly, "Shall I ask the driver to drive faster?"
When they returned home.
There was a natural indulgence.
Mrs. Sun talked about various matters.
As a husband, he lay quietly, lost in thought.
After a while, he spoke, "If you need her, use her, just don’t let the people in Jiangcheng know."
Mrs. Sun cooed softly, "I, of course, know my limits."
Sun Jingan then turned over.
He smiled and asked his wife, "What do you understand?"
Mrs. Sun’s face flushed.
She said, "I’ll go check on Anran."
Mentioning their beloved daughter, Sun Jingan got up as well, "I’ll go too."
Mrs. Sun straightened up.
She said to her husband, "How can you meet anyone looking like that?"
Her delicate fingers pressed against his shoulder as she whispered, "Don’t go to sleep, I’ll be back soon."
The night was cool as water.
Mrs. Sun, wearing a robe, walked to the third floor.
She pushed open the bedroom door, gently calling, "Anran."
Sun Anran was still awake.
She was sitting at her desk in a white nightgown.
Sun Anran, 18 years old.
Sun Jingan’s only daughter.
She suffers from a congenital illness, unable to be in sunlight.
She has been confined at home for 18 years, like a princess in a high tower.
She was delicate, with very fair skin.
Somewhat resembling Su Ruanruan.
Mrs. Sun sat beside her, asking affectionately, "What are you drawing?"
Anran showed her the sketch.
Sitting next to Mrs. Sun, she asked, "Does it look like Xiaobai, mom?"
Xiaobai was Bai Muye.
A male celebrity Anran had always quite liked.
Mrs. Sun looked closely and said with a smile, "It does resemble him."
Anran was very happy.
After a while, she looked up again and asked her mother, "Did Sister Ruanruan come today?"
"She did. She really is impressive and capable," Mrs. Sun pinched her beloved daughter’s cheek, "Mom has found a good helper."
Anran lay down in bed.
As the light was about to be turned off, she whispered to her mother, "For my 18th birthday, I want to meet two people."
One was Ruanruan, the other was Xiaobai.
There, after seeing off Mrs. Sun, Su Ruanruan got into Bao Jingyan’s car.
Su Ruanruan leaned back in the seat, softly complaining, "My back is all broken from sitting."
Bao Jingyan clasped her hand, "What happened?"
She whispered, "My period started."
Bao Jingyan glanced at her, his look quite meaningful.
He drove the car back to his villa.
Yin Zhao came to pick up Mrs. Yin, and just happened to see Su Ruanruan getting into Bao Jingyan’s car.
As she got into the car, Bao Jingyan helped her by the waist.
The intimacy between them was evident.
Mrs. Yin walked down the steps gracefully.
Seeing Yin Zhao’s expression, she guessed a bit.
She smiled faintly, "Miss Su was once Bao Jingyan’s fiancée! They broke up a few years ago, and who knows why they are together again now!"