Shi Nuan bit her lip, her face turning even redder. She hurriedly reached up to remove the flower from her hair but ultimately failed.
Because Song Yansheng held her hand.
He said, "People are more charming than flowers; it’s very pretty, why take it off!"
Shi Nuan struggled but was unsuccessful and became annoyed.
"Second Uncle... let go!"
Of course, Song Yansheng didn’t let go. The white, fragrant flower bud stood out in her black hair, beautifully contrasting with her flushed little face.
He wanted to keep this beautiful scene a little longer, even if just for a moment...
He said, "Good Nuannuan, be good!"
Shi Nuan frowned and said, "Second Uncle, what you call not wasting good times, is it doing uncivilized things like picking flowers?"
Song Yansheng, thick-skinned enough, immediately nodded, "Hmm... something like that!"
Just as she was about to say something else, a servant’s soft call came at that moment, "Young Master, Young Madam—"
Song Yansheng turned his head, and while he wasn’t paying attention, Shi Nuan swiftly shook off his hand and pulled the flower from her hair.
The white little flower was clenched in her palm!
The servant approached respectfully and said, "Young Master, Young Madam, dinner is ready. Madam asked me to call you back to eat!"
Song Yansheng gently responded and then turned to look at Shi Nuan, whose face was flushed, saying, "Good Nuannuan, let’s go back for dinner!"
Shi Nuan frowned again, but with the servant around, Song Yansheng pulled her along, and she couldn’t resist much.
The two walked ahead, the servant following behind.
Actually, even from a distance, the servant saw the Young Master pick a flower and place it on the Young Madam’s head!
Never thought that the usually indifferent Young Master would do such a thing; it seems the Young Master really likes the Young Madam!
Dinner was sumptuous, although the earlier gardenia incident made Shi Nuan slightly uneasy. But with Yu Yao enthusiastically urging her to eat more, she couldn’t refuse much.
As for the so-called pigeon soup, probably due to the taboo of "Miss Chu," Yu Yao didn’t mention it again.
Shi Nuan found this quite good.
At the dinner table, Yu Yao asked them to stay overnight at the ancestral home, since driving back late at night wouldn’t be safe.
Song Yansheng glanced at Shi Nuan and saw her with her head down, lost in thought. The refusal he intended to make stayed at the tip of his tongue before he swallowed it.
When Shi Nuan realized they had to stay overnight at the ancestral home, it was too late.
Once you agree to something with the elders, it’s hard to back out.
After dinner, the two spent some time with Yu Yao in the living room, talking, until about nine o’clock at night when Yu Yao went upstairs to rest.
She had to go to the hospital early in the morning to accompany her comatose husband, so she couldn’t sleep too late.
After Yu Yao left, Song Yansheng arranged for a servant to escort Shi Nuan upstairs, saying he would go to the backyard prayer room to light an incense stick before sleeping.
Shi Nuan didn’t refuse and followed the servant.
Song Yansheng watched her figure disappear before gradually drawing back his gaze.
Twenty minutes later, Aunt Tong came downstairs after tending to Yu Yao.
As she reached the staircase, she saw Song Yansheng sitting upright in the living room, and her legs almost gave out, nearly causing her to fall.
Song Yansheng heard the commotion, turned his gaze slightly to glance at her, and then continued sipping tea as if nothing happened.
Aunt Tong didn’t dare to linger, hurriedly descended the staircase, and shakily greeted, "Young... Young Master!"
Song Yansheng turned the white porcelain cup in his hand, his expression calm, exuding a serene and unruffled aura.
He asked, "Aunt Tong, how old are you this year?"
Aunt Tong quickly replied, "I... I’m fifty-two!"
Song Yansheng nodded, lightly placing the teacup down, and gave her another indifferent glance, smiling meaningfully, "At this age... it’s time to enjoy the blessings of children and grandchildren!"
Aunt Tong was startled and immediately knelt down with a thud in front of Song Yansheng, "Young Master... Young Master, I was wrong..."