"What are you talking about? If it wasn’t for you back then, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Right, he will be on vacation in recent days, staying at home every day, so you need to keep your cool."
After receiving Leng Yixing’s affirmation, He Ning left.
The night deepened, and the Leng Family mansion was silent.
A ghostly figure slipped through the living room and made his way to the storeroom, carefully heading down to the basement.
Standing at the door of the small room, he hesitated for a moment, but eventually used the key He Ning gave him to open the door.
The room was very simple, just as He Ning had described it to him: unbearably crude, hardly a place for humans to live.
Yet in that very uninhabitable place, resided the person he cherished.
He took two steps inside and immediately saw the figure curled up on the bed.
The light in the room remained on; had it been switched off, wouldn’t it resemble Hell? So thought Leng Yixing.
Qin Huaixin seemed restless in her sleep on the bed, her brows deeply furrowed, like she was confronting some insurmountable problem.
Under the oversized blanket, only a small lump was visible; for the first time, he noticed how tiny her body was.
Looking at her face again, her cheekbones, once slightly plump, now sunk in, with her chin sharp as though whittled, unreasonably pointed.
Leng Yixing blinked his sore eyes and reached out toward her forehead, but just as his hand was about to touch her, she hummed softly in her dream, frightening him into swiftly retracting his hand and darting to the outside of the door.
After the noise inside subsided, Leng Yixing no longer had the courage to re-enter.
Indeed, what was the point of going in if he couldn’t take her away with him right now?
Yet the mere thought of her caused his heart to feel as if it were filled with shards of glass, the sharp pain spreading throughout his body in an instant.
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He had thought stepping into her space would alleviate his longing, but it only made him feel worse.
Not knowing how long he stood outside the door, Leng Yixing blinked his sore eyes, gently locked the door, and returned to his room.
This night was destined to be sleepless.
Zhuang Shuqing prepared to get up for work, only to be pressed back into bed by Lu Jinyang.
The man whispered in her ear with a lazy voice, causing her entire body to tremble with delight, as he cherished this exact reaction from her.
In a moment of intimacy, Zhuang Shuqing suddenly thought of the situation yesterday afternoon and couldn’t help but laugh.
The man slowly lifted his head and looked at her with sleepy eyes, "What are you laughing at?"
"Lu Jinyang, tell me quietly, what did you say to Si Nanchen yesterday?" Zhuang Shuqing remembered the look on Si Nanchen’s face when he left, which was exceptionally dark.
Lu Jinyang closed his eyes again, resting one hand behind his head, "I merely told him a fact."
"Really want to know?"
"I told him that Zhuang Shuqing said in this lifetime, she only wants to be... slept by me!"
Zhuang Shuqing almost choked on her own saliva.
Oh, my god, this man truly has no shame in his speech, even telling such things to another man; really, this is—really is—
Rolling her eyes, she pulled the blanket over her head.
She couldn’t face people now.
Lu Jinyang watched her action with amusement, got out of bed, and patted her, "Don’t lie down too long, we will return to the mansion later."
Zhuang Shuqing immediately crawled out from under the blanket, "Why go back suddenly?"
"Zhuang Shuqing, have you only remembered that you’re my wife and forgotten you’re also my parents’ daughter-in-law?"
Zhuang Shuqing got up sheepishly; it seemed she indeed hadn’t considered that.