Shi Nuan’s body involuntarily stiffened, her long lashes fluttering, but she said nothing.
Her complexion was even paler than Shi Jiaojiao’s...
Her gaze was dark and unreachable, yet within it was a daze, confusion, embarrassment, humiliation, and even guilt that he could clearly sense.
Nuannuan, do you also think you’ve hurt me?
But if you knew I was there, would you still choose to use Shen Zui to provoke Shi Jiaojiao?
A warm hand reached out, gently clutching her wrist, and he said, "Be good, get up—"
Shi Nuan’s dark eyes trembled slightly, unsure of what she was thinking, but she obediently stood up.
Song Yansheng held her hand, said nothing, and led her towards the restaurant exit.
Shi Jiaojiao stood there dumbfounded, her eyes full of disbelief! fre/ew.ebnovel.c om
Chi Rui took a deep breath and felt thankful that after knowing Shi Jiaojiao had invited Shi Nuan, he had cleared the area.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded, and the few remaining people were far away, otherwise today’s scene would have exploded in T City’s media tomorrow.
By the time Chi Rui left the restaurant, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng had already gotten into the car.
He just wanted to approach when the car was suddenly started, and his call of "Mr. Song..." was left hanging in the air amid dust raised by the vehicle...
Chi Rui blinked at the receding car, thinking: No way, did his boss just... ditch him?
Inside the car at that moment, it was deathly silent; neither of the two people in the front seats spoke.
This atmosphere persisted until the car returned to the Song Mansion, yes, Song Yansheng took Shi Nuan back to the Song Mansion.
Aunt Hui was startled knowing Song Yansheng had returned, and hurried out to welcome them.
Song Yansheng got out of the car, his voice cold and stern as he instructed, "Go prepare a set of clean clothes..."
Aunt Hui didn’t know what was going on, but seeing Shi Nuan wearing Song Yansheng’s coat, she understood in her heart.
She quickly responded, saying, "Oh, alright, I’ll go prepare it right away..."
Shi Nuan took a bath, changed clothes, and the strong smell of alcohol on her body was gone.
But the dull ache in her heart still lingered, refusing to disappear.
She didn’t even know where this dull ache originated from.
Perhaps, it was because she didn’t want Song Yansheng to know about Shen Zui’s existence...
Perhaps, because she knew that presence might anger Song Yansheng...
Perhaps, because she didn’t know how to face Song Yansheng now...
But even if she didn’t know, she’d ultimately have to face it, there was no escaping, right?
Turning around, she reached out to twist open the bathroom door, ready to go out and face everything.
But unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, she bumped into a firm chest.
A strength suddenly pressed against her shoulder, leading her back into the bathroom.
Her steps faltered, thinking she was about to fall, but a large hand clasped her waist, and unprepared, she once again fell into the man’s chest as solid as a wall.
A light fragrance of sandalwood mixed with a trace of tobacco invaded her senses, and beside her ear was the powerful and steady sound of the man’s heartbeat, beating so clearly.
She moved her body slightly, but the man’s arms tightened around her, and tightened further...
As if wanting to embed her into his body...
Her body was squeezed so tightly that it hurt slightly, almost leaving her breathless...
She instinctively called out his name, "Song Yansheng..."
The man’s voice came just then, rubbing through the air, very light and low.
He said, "Nuannuan, you’re too naughty!"