The man noticed her movement and abruptly looked up, a trace of joy in his eyes.
Seeing that the person approaching was not Lin Xinlan, his face immediately darkened, and he asked coldly, "Where is the Young Madam?"
"Young Master, the Young Madam said she’s gone to sleep and won’t come down."
It’s only eight o’clock, how could she be asleep so early.
Besides, even if she’s asleep, she can wake up, can’t she? He hadn’t been home for three days, couldn’t she come down to greet him without dying?!
In a word, Lin Xinlan simply didn’t want to see him or come down to meet him.
But during these three days, he had thought about her every moment.
He tried hard to restrain himself, hoping to lessen his longing for her, but he couldn’t understand what kind of spell Lin Xinlan had cast on him.
Her image was becoming clearer and clearer in his mind, impossible to dispel.
While he ate, he wondered if she had eaten properly and if her health had improved.
When he slept, he thought of whether she felt lonely sleeping alone and if she missed him even a little.
As he walked, he pondered what she might be doing at that moment, whether she was also missing him like he missed her.
No matter what he did, he always thought of her...
He felt like he was going mad, even when he was with Lin Xinlan, he had never felt such intense longing.
Why was it that when he deliberately tried to forget her, she seemed to be everywhere like the air?
He had exerted much effort to forget her, to no avail, instead becoming more and more unable to let go of her.
So he thought, he should just follow his heart and be with her for now.
Isn’t it said that the more you can’t have something, the more you want it? Perhaps once he had her heart, he could grow tired of her.
He knew himself well; his heart would never be tied down to one woman.
And he was confident that one day, he would grow tired of Lin Xinlan.
It was this strong self-confidence that had compelled him to return, only to find out—
She had no feelings for him whatsoever, she even didn’t want to see him!
The discrepancy between her attitude and his was far too great, which dealt a heavy blow to his pride and left him feeling a bit... hurt.
Rong Shaoze angrily stood up, kicked over the coffee table with a loud bang, and roared violently, "Call her down for me at once, immediately!"
The coffee table fell to the ground with a loud noise.
Combined with his roar, the effect was truly terrifying.
Lao Gu was startled, stunned for a moment, but hastily nodded, "Yes, I will call the Young Madam down at once!"
Upstairs, Lin Xinlan also heard the commotion downstairs.
Rong Shaoze’s voice was very loud; she couldn’t ignore it even if she wanted to.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and she closed her eyes in disgust, sure that her evening was now ruined.
"Young Madam, please hurry downstairs. The Young Master is angry. If he gets upset, he might make things difficult for you. Please go down and see him," Lao Gu knocked on the door urgently and spoke anxiously.
The door opened, and Lin Xinlan stood at the threshold, her face calm, showing no sign of panic.
Lao Gu breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Young Madam."
Seeing how violently terrifying Rong Shaoze could be, even Lao Gu was afraid of him.
Lin Xinlan walked downstairs to see the man standing in the center of the living room, leaning slightly, motionless like a statue.
He exuded a cold aura, and not a single servant was around; they had all been frightened away by him.
She walked up to him, looked at him, and asked indifferently, "Why did you want to see me?"
Rong Shaoze stared at her, silent.