The man, who had rarely stayed home since his return, began to search his brain for the scarce moments of interaction between the two, but, regrettably, he still couldn’t recall anything in the end.
Thus, the conclusion that formed in his heart was that the girl had indeed been scared by seeing his father’s outburst for the first time.
Especially after he thought about the inherently fearsome appearance of the old man, this reasoning became even more solidified.
So he held her in his arms, tenderly wiping away the tears on her face, "Alright, after I come back and we are done with New Year’s Eve, we will go back."
"Yes, just three days from now. After three days, we will go back, okay?"
That’s fine, then I will wait another three days. As long as he promises to take me back with him, that’s good enough.
The girl, with the promise she received, finally wasn’t shaking so violently, holding onto him, calming down for a while, until her emotions gradually stabilized. Then, the man took her upstairs.
As they were going upstairs, Sister Wang happened to come out and see this scene. Observing this, she stood at the staircase and sighed.
What on earth is wrong with the master?
Why has he suddenly taken a dislike to the young mistress? Did the young mistress do something wrong?
Sister Wang also felt uneasy...
Throughout the entire night, Ye Ning almost entirely slept curled up in Ou Mucen’s embrace, like a cat that had lost its sense of security, feeling safe and secure only when held by him in this manner.
Ou Mucen too felt her unease, and thus he maintained that position all night, holding her in his arms without moving much.
It was only when daylight was approaching, and she finally slept steadily, that he closed his eyes for a bit.
Two hours later, someone downstairs was pressing the doorbell. Sister Wang, who had gotten up early, answered the door and discovered it was the butler from the Bamboo Garden, so she went up to call Ou Mucen.
"Third Young Master, the master sent someone over, saying that the young master should get up early as they are planning to leave at eight o’clock."
Ou Mucen, who had only slept for two hours, rubbed his aching head and opened his eyes.
Eight o’clock was about time. If they were going by helicopter, leaving at this hour should allow him to return by evening.
So he too, with some effort, got up. As he did, he was particularly careful not to wake the person in his arms, gently laying her down onto the bed before getting up himself.
After getting up, he washed up briefly, changed his clothes, and then came out of the bedroom.
"Sister Wang, take good care of the young mistress. Remember not to let her catch a cold again." As he came downstairs, he saw Sister Wang with milk prepared for him, so he went over to drink it and then reminded her.
Sister Wang nodded, indicating she heard, "Young master, when you go this time, can you really come back today?"
Ou Mucen hummed in affirmation, "Don’t worry, tell her when she wakes up that I will be back very soon." He then changed his shoes, ready to leave.
However, at this moment, Sister Wang looked at him, her expression one of hesitation, as if she wanted to say something but stopped.
Ou Mucen saw this and his gaze shifted, "Is there something else?"
Sister Wang immediately seemed a bit flustered, "It’s nothing major, it’s just... for some reason, recently it seems like the master is a bit more indifferent to the young mistress than before. When you go out with the master this time, maybe you could persuade him?"