But unexpectedly, in the following two or three years, the relationship between my son and Chu Jingyun remained lukewarm, without any progress.
My son has also never acknowledged Chu Jingyun’s status.
The last time, taking advantage of Chu Jingyun’s birthday, I took it upon myself to invite Chu Jingyun in my son’s name and booked a restaurant, but unexpectedly afterwards Xiao Chuan had an accident, and my son once again got involved with Shi Nuan.
This was not what I wanted, but it was also beyond my power to stop.
Now that my son has registered for marriage with Shi Nuan, I have no significant objections to Shi Nuan aside from some identity concerns and worry for my son.
Shi Nuan is a good kid and a very pitiable one too, much like my son, both of whom have had difficult paths in their youth, so at this time, I naturally don’t want to complicate matters between her and Chu Jingyun.
Yet, Chu Jingyun is also the woman who has stayed closest to my son all these years, and my son ultimately owes her a debt of gratitude.
Some words my son isn’t willing to say, and only I as the mother can express them.
Yu Yao and Song Qingyang’s departure did not make Shi Nuan feel much relieved.
Because next, Song Yansheng might take her to have a nap.
However, Yu Yao also seemed to suggest taking a walk in the garden, and Shi Nuan naturally chose the latter.
Just as she was about to speak, Song Yansheng spoke first, "You go take a nap, I’ll head to the study to deal with some things!"
"..." Shi Nuan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, as she was more willing to nap alone than to nap with Song Yansheng.
The place she went to was Song Yansheng’s bedroom, and after sending her to the room, he gave a few instructions before turning and leaving.
Shi Nuan felt relieved, but when she turned to look at the dark gray large bed behind her, she sighed a little.
Actually, she and Song Yansheng were already married, as legal spouses, so she really shouldn’t need to avoid him .
Many facts proved that she didn’t actually reject being close to him, and was willing to admit he was a very charming man.
She would be drawn to him, uncontrollably.
But why did she still feel wary and resistant?
She thought that part of the reason might be related to Song Yichuan.
After all, Song Yansheng was Song Yichuan’s Second Uncle, and being close to him made her feel guilty.
Secondly, it was also a point she had been unwilling to acknowledge.
Although it was unlikely for her and Song Yansheng to have love, deep down, she was a proud and self-assured girl too.
She didn’t want to be anyone’s substitute, didn’t want to be protected just because she resembled someone else.
She wanted to be herself.
Even if treated coldly, it didn’t matter, at least she was Shi Nuan, just Shi Nuan.
Shi Nuan soon lay down on the bed and slept. Presumably, the bedding was genuinely very comfortable, and the familiar fragrance of flowers drifted in from outside, making her unknowingly fall asleep.
When she woke up, she found herself in someone’s embrace.
That familiar scent and embrace, even if she hadn’t seen clearly, she knew it was Song Yansheng.
When did he come in? And when did he get on the bed? f.r(e)e\webn.ovel.co\m
She actually had no idea.
The man’s breathing was light, clearly in deep sleep, also clearly not just having gotten on the bed.
She moved her body slightly, trying to escape from his embrace, but as soon as she moved, the man’s arm around her tightened instantly.
Then a deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear, "You’re awake?"
Shi Nuan blinked her long lashes and murmured, "Hmm."
Dare not to move again.
The man lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers.
She felt the man’s breath at the tip of his nose, hot and ticklish, sprinkle across her face.
Song Yansheng gently nudged her nose with his, asking.
His voice was hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone.