Ah Zhong agreed and went to knock on the door again, but there was no response, so he hurried to report to Song Ting.
Song Ting was stunned and quickly went with Ah Zhong to look for Su Xiufeng.
He thought that the door to Su Xiufeng’s bedroom was locked from the inside, but to his surprise, it opened with a slight twist of the doorknob.
He violently pushed open the door and found her collapsed on the floor.
Song Ting wished he could kick Su Xiufeng out, but in the end, he could only obediently take her pulse and diagnose her.
Fortunately, Su Xiufeng’s condition wasn’t serious, she was just overwhelmed with grief and hunger.
In this state, he couldn’t very well ask Su Xiufeng to leave, so he ordered the servants to make her some food and instructed, "It’s already dark; if you wish, you can stay here for the night and leave tomorrow."
Su Xiufeng silently nodded.
Because Han Zheng wasn’t there, that night, Shen Ci finally stayed with Meng Chuyue again.
They were staying in a guest room on the third floor of the small villa.
Of course, that’s what everyone else thought.
In reality, as soon as they closed the door to the room, they entered Meng Chuyue’s space.
This time, Meng Chuyue directly took Shen Ci into the bedroom of her space.
Unlike Shen Ci’s room, which was elegantly clean, Meng Chuyue’s room was fragrant and warm.
The space was adorned with fresh flowers from the big clan, a high bed with soft pillows, and a complex, beautiful mosquito net draped over the bed.
Meng Chuyue’s room had been arranged this way recently.
Because Han Zheng had been vigilant, Shen Ci, who hadn’t had the chance to see this room for some time, was stunned upon entering, "Is this... did you arrange this yourself, or is it your father’s doing?"
Meng Chuyue, unable to contain her laughter, said, "Of course, it’s me. Don’t you like it?"
"Like it? I unconditionally like anything you like, but, do you actually fancy this style? Why haven’t you shown this preference before?"
Meng Chuyue walked over to the bed and caressed the mosquito net, "As long as it’s pretty, I like any style. Now it’s this, but it may be something else later."
Shen Ci finally understood, "I get it. But, next time when you change styles, could you let me know first? That way, I can help you prepare."
"Sure. Hmm, how about we hang one of these mosquito nets in your room too?"
Shen Ci pulled a wry face, "Okay."
He didn’t actually want it, but even less did he want to refuse Meng Chuyue.
Of course, Meng Chuyue was just joking. She giggled and leaned over to kiss Shen Ci’s eyes, "You go shower first. I’ll find some clothes for you."
Thinking of soon being able to hold her soft and fragrant body, a surge of restlessness washed over Shen Ci, and he quickly went to the bathroom in his own room to take a shower.
When he came out of the bathroom, he found that Meng Chuyue had already fallen asleep on the bed in his room.
Neatly laid beside her were his pajamas and the formal clothes for the next day.
He gave a rueful chuckle, went back to the bathroom to blow-dry his hair, and then gently lay down beside Meng Chuyue to sleep.
But no sooner had his head touched the pillow, the girl beside him playfully kissed him.
Yueyue, I love you so much.
Having such a peaceful opportunity to be alone, how could Shen Ci and Meng Chuyue possibly fall asleep?
Though they didn’t take the final step, chatting was also thoroughly engaging.
The two continued to talk until past two in the morning, and because of that, they noticed the thick smoke under the moonlight outside the space.
"It looks like there’s a fire."
Meng Chuyue immediately jumped up.
Shen Ci also leapt from the bed at once.
The two quickly got dressed, left the space, and started shouting aloud.
"There’s a fire, everyone get up quickly."
They shouted while knocking on doors along the way.
Song Enyu’s room was next to theirs, the first to be roused; and selfishly, seeing the situation, she went back to her room, grabbed some things, and hurried downstairs to flee.
Song Enzhi was in the second room. Upon hearing the news, she immediately ran to Song Ting’s room.
Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci: "..."
Both were the biological daughters of Song Ting and Su Xiufeng; why were Song Enzhi and Song Enyu so different?