Shi Nuan was in the kitchen, focused on washing grapes, when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
She was startled for a moment and turned her head to see a handsome man in a white shirt and black trousers stepping through the door.
Unlike before, when his brows were relaxed and he was in a good mood, at this moment, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
It seemed like he had something on his mind.
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered as she asked, "Second Uncle, what’s wrong?"
Song Yansheng gently replied with a sound of acknowledgment, his exquisite features standing out under the sunlight streaming through the window.
After a moment’s hesitation, he slowly spoke, "I might... have to leave for a while..."
Shi Nuan was slightly shocked but quickly regained her composure and said, "It’s okay, I’ll... I’ll handle dinner!"
Although her cooking skills weren’t great, maybe if she put in some effort, she could make a few dishes that would be palatable, she thought.
Song Yansheng continued to look at her, a trace of reluctance flashing in his dark eyes, but he still spoke softly, "I’m worried about you being alone..."
Only then did Shi Nuan understand the reason for his expression. She smiled and said, "It’s fine, I can... take care of myself..."
But Song Yansheng shook his head, "No, I’m not sure when I’ll be back. I’ve already called Old Zhang, and he’ll come to take you back to the Song Mansion. If you like it here, I’ll bring you back tomorrow..."
Shi Nuan thought it was too much trouble, and besides, she wasn’t entirely incapable of taking care of herself.
To be honest, with Song Yansheng not around, she felt more at ease.
She had seen a large bookshelf in the study on the second floor she had wanted to look at, and now was just the opportunity!
Shi Nuan said, "I promise you, I’ll definitely take care of myself..."
Looking at the man in front of her, there was a hint of pleading in her voice, as she truly didn’t want to leave.
Song Yansheng gazed at Shi Nuan, his handsome face suddenly relaxing. He knew he couldn’t persuade her to leave.
Stepping forward gradually, the faint and clear scent drew closer. Shi Nuan instinctively stepped back, pressing her whole body against the countertop.
Song Yansheng moved closer to her.
Then he reached out, held the back of her head, and gently pulled her into his embrace.
Shi Nuan instinctively shifted and said, "My hands are wet..."
It might wet... his shirt...
But the man’s arms didn’t release their hold, instead, his fingers gently tidied her long black hair.
A voice, not too loud or too soft, came from above her head, with a hint of hoarseness in its depth.
"It’s alright, I know you’re warm... that’s enough!"
Shi Nuan’s heart gave a gentle shudder, huddled in his embrace, unsure of what to say.
The man sighed softly, unhappy that their rare time alone was interrupted.
After holding her for a few more seconds, he gently let go, watching as Shi Nuan lowered her eyes, her long lashes trembling, and his heart softened. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I’m leaving now, Nuannuan... if you need anything, directly call Uncle Wu, his contact is under the coffee table in the living room!"
Uncle Wu, the middle-aged man from before.
Shi Nuan nodded and said, "I know..."
"Alright then, I’m leaving now... I’ll try to come back soon..."
Shi Nuan nodded and said, "Okay."
After Song Yansheng left, Shi Nuan personally saw him off, watching his car go far into the distance, before she let out a breath and turned back.
Looking at the Gardenia Field in full bloom and smelling the rich, gentle fragrance, Shi Nuan unconsciously paused.