She blinked, as if not understanding, to appease him? How?
"The clock is ticking..." the man spoke again: "Remember: If you can’t appease me, no lunch for you!"
She couldn’t quite describe how she felt inside; it was somewhat complicated.
Because she was well aware that by saying this, Song Yansheng actually showed that he was not angry anymore.
He indulged her, gave her tolerance and respect, instantly pulling back the seemingly irreparably cold relationship to its original state.
Should she be moved? Maybe!
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly; she lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, but still extended her hands, gently, slowly, and even with a trace of tremor, wrapping them around the man’s strong waist.
Her soft and petite body leaned in as well.
Song Yansheng was slightly taken aback, because if he remembered correctly, this was the first time Shi Nuan had taken the initiative to hug him.
He glanced down, seeing her smooth, fair forehead, and beneath it, eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
Her delicate features were like a carefully carved sculpture by an artist, so beautiful that one couldn’t look away.
Shi Nuan’s pink lips moved slightly, her voice was very low, with a hint of hoarseness, she said: "I’m sorry... Second Uncle..."
It was her fault for making him angry...
Song Yansheng’s dark eyes flickered, the hand resting on her back moved lightly, saying nothing.
Shi Nuan did not speak further either, just leaned against his chest and gently closed her eyes, her previously trembling body gradually calming down.
The hand clasped around his waist did not let go.
In the mirror of the bathroom, their hugging reflection appeared, warm and intertwined, beautiful like a painting.
Song Yansheng couldn’t help but tighten his arms around her slender body.
In his heart, he sighed softly.
He knew that in this life, he could do nothing about her, no matter what...
After having lunch at Song Mansion, it was already close to two-thirty in the afternoon. Shi Nuan had to return to school, and Song Yansheng had to return to the company.
During the meal, several calls had already urged him. By the third call, Song Yansheng simply turned off his phone.
Shi Nuan didn’t want Song Yansheng to drive her, but he insisted, and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Near T University, she parted ways with Song Yansheng, everything was still the same as before. As she got off the car, Song Yansheng said: "I’ll pick you up on Friday to take you home!"
Shi Nuan looked at the man’s unparalleled handsome face, nodded lightly, and said: "Okay!"
After bidding goodbye to Song Yansheng and getting off the car, she walked a distance, and for the first time, she turned back and saw that Song Yansheng’s car was still parked there.
An indescribable emotion surged in her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand and waved at the silhouette of the car.
The corner of the man’s mouth in the black sedan lifted slightly, mimicking her gesture, he raised his hand and waved too...
Although Shi Nuan, who was not far away, couldn’t even see it...
As usual, Song Yansheng waited until Shi Nuan’s figure completely disappeared before starting the car to return to the company.
The smile on his lips remained until he entered the office forty minutes later.
Chi Rui could tell that his boss was in a good mood, feeling much more at ease inside.
Earlier, when his boss had left him, the surrounding aura was indeed not good, and he had been worried for quite some time.
But it’s feared that the boss’s good mood won’t last long.
With a light cough, Chi Rui softly called: "Mr. Song..."
Song Yansheng flipped through the documents while replying in a calm voice: "Just say what’s on your mind!"