In a hurry to finish before ten, she pulled out the prepared gift box and neatly folded the scarf inside.
Approaching the door of his study, she felt both anxious and hesitant, not daring to knock.
Her hand lifted and fell several times, her opening words still a mess. In her anxiety, she turned to the living room, made him a cup of tea, and finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door...
She lightly knocked again.
Thinking that he couldn’t possibly be undressed in the study, Gu Qimiao directly turned the doorknob, peeked her head in, and her eyes met his.
Standing up straight, she walked in with a stiff smile, placing the teacup on his desk and said as gently as she could, "...I made you some tea."
Looking at his expression, he gazed at her quietly, without any sign of emotion, which made her feel an uptight, her heart pounding.
The longer she hesitated, the more agonizing it felt. Mustering up all her courage, she handed him the gift box. "This is a scarf I knitted. I don’t know if you’ll like it..."
Only then did he shift his gaze from her face to the gift box that held the scarf, and with a cold tone in his voice, said, "Just put it down."
Hearing this, Gu Qimiao paused, then placed the box in front of the teacup. Seeing he didn’t seem too excited about the scarf, she pursed her lips in disappointment and said, "... I won’t disturb you any longer... I’ll be going out now."
Turning around with a dejected expression, she left the study and returned to her room, leaning against the door and sighing.
He was so wealthy, able to buy any limited edition brand-name scarf, why would he value the scarf she knitted?
She had put so much passion and overtime into making it, only to feel like she was met with indifference.
Seeing that it was almost ten, she decided to quickly wash up and go to bed. After all, she was moving out soon. Once she was gone, wouldn’t he naturally be less annoyed and more at peace?
In the study, Shen Yanchen pushed all the files aside, then took the gift box, and immediately opened it.
Seeing the gray scarf inside, a small smile appeared on his lips. He then took it out, wrapped it around his neck, finding it very comfortable and warm.
Taking it off again, he held it in his hands and gently rubbed it, as if he were touching a loved one.
Seeing the time on the computer, he neatly folded the scarf, put it back in the box, put away his files, shut down the computer, and prepared to leave the study with the box, when he noticed the cup of tea on the desk.
With a light chuckle, he lifted the cup, took a sip, finding that although it was his usual tea leaves, the taste seemed more fragrant and mellow.
Gu Qimiao relaxed in the bathtub, soaking in a hot bath, her mood still in a low state.
As she reached for the towel that was loosely perched on her head, she walked over to the bedside to grab the hairdryer, when suddenly she noticed a touch of milky white.
Looking closer, she instantly smiled, picked up the steaming hot jujube milk, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Finished drinking? Not going to sleep yet?"
Turning her head, she saw Shen Yanchen standing at the door, and Gu Qimiao hurriedly replied, "Just need to dry my hair and then I’ll sleep!"
He nodded, walked in, took her empty cup, and closed the door behind him.
Although he still hadn’t given her a pleasant expression, Gu Qimiao knew that he was no longer angry with her.
She found her sleep to be sweet that night.
The next morning, she saw him wearing that scarf around his neck. Gu Qimiao didn’t say anything on the surface, but felt a secret joy inside.
Sitting in his car to the alleyway, she hopped along the path.