Shi Nuan’s face was still red, with her eyes, clear and bright, looking at Aunt Hui, saying, "No need to trouble you with tidying up, just put the luggage in the room, I’ll take care of it myself!" freeweb\n(o)v.e\l.com
Aunt Hui didn’t immediately respond, but instead, glanced sideways at Song Yansheng. Only when Song Yansheng nodded did she respectfully reply, "Okay, Madam!"
The luggage was quickly taken away by a servant. Song Yansheng walked over, took Shi Nuan’s hand, and said, "It’s very late, my stomach is hungry, shall we go eat? Hmm?"
The "Hmm" carried an obvious nasal tone, imbued with the deep, magnetic quality of a mature man, making one’s ears warm when it brushed past.
After all, in front of so many people, Shi Nuan didn’t resist and nodded, prompting Song Yansheng to smile again.
Then he gave Aunt Hui a look, and she respectfully led the two towards the dining room.
The dinner was sumptuous, with a variety of dishes laid out on the table. Shi Nuan’s eyes scanned over them, discovering that many were dishes she loved.
But actually, Shi Nuan was not really a picky eater. Since attending college, she mostly lived on campus, and had eaten almost everything the cafeteria offered.
Song Yansheng gallantly pulled out a chair for her and said warmly.
Shi Nuan said "Thank you," lifted her skirt, and sat down.
She hadn’t eaten much at lunch today. Most of the food that Song Qingyang had the servants send to her was thrown away.
She couldn’t eat, due to a heavy heart.
Now, having sent off Xiao Chuan, there were unfinished things she needed to do; life needed to continue.
It wasn’t until Shi Nuan sat down that Song Yansheng went to the other side, pulled out a chair, and sat down himself.
Aunt Hui observed the scene just now and felt a bit surprised. It wasn’t that there hadn’t been any female guests at the Song Mansion before; Miss Chu Jingyun was one.
But when had Mr. ever been so attentive and considerate to Miss Chu?
It seemed Mr. indeed planned to marry Shi Nuan, the fiancée of his own nephew, as his wife?
Involuntarily, she glanced at Shi Nuan. This girl’s calm eyes and bland expression suggested a very plain character.
However, she was indeed beautiful, though too thin, her face a bit pale, looking rather weary!
"Eat whatever you like, don’t stand on ceremony with me!" Song Yansheng said to Shi Nuan.
Shi Nuan said "Okay," but didn’t immediately take the chopsticks, feeling a bit thirsty.
By her hand was a glass of juice and a glass of clear water.
Without thinking much, she picked up the glass of clear water and took a sip.
"Lady, that water..."
Song Yansheng interrupted, calling, and Aunt Hui fell silent, not speaking further.
Shi Nuan was puzzled and asked, "What’s up?"
After thinking, she asked, "Is there something wrong with this water...?"
Aunt Hui stood beside her and didn’t dare speak, unable to say that the water wasn’t meant to be drunk, but for rinsing the mouth instead!
Song Yansheng shook his head: "Nothing’s wrong..."
Then he picked up his own cup of rinse water, took a sip, and said, "So, you don’t like mango juice!"
How could that be, Shi Nuan’s favorite juice was mango juice!
No matter how Song Yansheng knew, she was still grateful for his preparation.
"But it doesn’t matter, everything you like, I’ll eventually know..."
Song Yansheng continued, his voice faint: "Because I have a lifetime’s time, to slowly get to know you!"