Ji Xia finished speaking, not sparing Shen Zui another glance, pulled out the chair, and turned to leave.
Her steps were quick.
People around having breakfast looked over curiously, not knowing what had happened between this man and woman.
Shen Zui sat in place, his eyes lowered, and after what seemed like a long time, he reached up and wiped his face.
Then, he let out a slight laugh.
Is he a bastard? Perhaps.
But fate has forced him into this corner, what else can he think? What can he do?
From the moment he knew Shi Nuan was engaged to Song Yichuan, he felt like he was going insane.
Now, he returned with high hopes, wanting to go back to her side and protect her for a lifetime.
But so quickly, so quickly, she chose someone else again and abandoned him.
For so many years, he always loved her, never changed.
But for so many years, she no longer loved him.
Or perhaps, she never loved him.
The rain continued to fall until a little past three in the afternoon that day when it finally stopped.
At that time, Yu Yao had just woken up from her nap, planning to go to the backyard temple to chant some prayers.
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered as she looked at Song Yansheng, who naturally understood her meaning.
With a thin smile, he said to Yu Yao, "Mom, the rain has stopped, I need to take Nuannuan back now!"
Yu Yao knew it was rare for her son to stay even this long and didn’t insist, only told Song Yansheng to drive carefully.
To bring Shi Nuan back to see her some other time.
Song Yansheng nodded and agreed to each point.
Yu Yao was helped by the servant to the backyard, and Shi Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, planning to go back to her room to pack the computer.
Song Yansheng didn’t stop her and even received a call, reminding Shi Nuan to remember to bring the clothes he wore yesterday.
Shi Nuan responded and went upstairs, while Song Yansheng took the call downstairs.
Shi Nuan quickly packed up the computer and went to find Song Yansheng’s clothes from the previous day, asked the servant, and finally found them on the balcony. fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com
The clothes were already air-dried, ready to be folded and taken away.
But, among them were even Song Yansheng’s... underwear!
This made Shi Nuan somewhat embarrassed!
She exhaled, pulled down the man’s underwear, casually stuffed it with the other clothes, and quickly returned to the bedroom, her little face all red.
The servant behind naturally saw this.
Couldn’t help but smile: Mr. and Lady have been married for so long, and Lady is still so innocent!
Shi Nuan packed everything and went downstairs; Song Yansheng’s call hadn’t ended.
Moreover, he was speaking in English, his spoken language fluent, including commercial jargon.
Shi Nuan’s English was fairly good, yet there were many parts she couldn’t quite understand.
Seeing Shi Nuan coming downstairs, Song Yansheng suppressed his temper, issued a few more instructions over the phone, and then hung up.
Shi Nuan knew the TK Group had developed significantly, as Song Yansheng founded TK upon returning to the country without seeking help from the Song Family.
Where did the funds come from? Where did the talent come from?
Nobody knew, but there were indeed many speculations at that time.
Some said that Song Yansheng actually already had his own company abroad.
He had saved up quite a bit over the years, and now establishing TK, instead of reclaiming the Song Family, was simply to avoid splitting the profit with his own uncle.
Shi Nuan remained noncommittal to this claim, but it couldn’t be denied that Song Yansheng must have his own secret stash abroad.
It provided strong financial support for TK, helping its growth, while also strengthening itself.
Now, the TK Group has become the dominating force in T City’s business world, and Song Yansheng’s secret stash, I’m afraid, has also become a vast fortune.
Two years ago, Song Yansheng officially established a branch of TK overseas, entrusting it to a manager to run, while he himself visits a few times a year for research.