After dinner, Shi Nuan was about to go upstairs but was stopped by Song Yansheng, who asked her, "Where are you going?"
Shi Nuan thought, could it be another walk? It shouldn’t be, she always felt he was about to go out.
Three phone calls, unless there’s something, why so?
Shi Nuan said, "There are still some books I haven’t sorted out; I want to go upstairs and continue packing!"
Song Yansheng’s thin lips moved slightly, then he said, "Okay, you go ahead..."
Shi Nuan nodded, and Song Yansheng added, "I have some matters to attend to, going out for a bit, but I won’t be back very late!"
In Shi Nuan’s view, these words were quite unnecessary, but since he said them, it’s at least to seek her attitude, so she lightly responded with a "Hm".
She asked, "Is there anything else?"
Song Yansheng looked at the girl’s clear eyes in front of him, his voice calm and gentle, he said, "The day after tomorrow we’ll get the certificate, before that, come with me to meet the old lady, okay?"
Shi Nuan was taken aback, saying, "Tomorrow is the last day of the seven-day mourning, I need to go see Xiao Chuan!"
"After meeting the old lady, I’ll accompany you to see Xiao Chuan, it won’t take much time!"
Shi Nuan’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes clearly deepened; after a while, she slowly spoke, "Okay!"
After all, Song Yichuan is Song Yansheng’s nephew, Shi Nuan felt, Song Yansheng wouldn’t make things difficult for her over Song Yichuan.
Song Yansheng nodded, "Then, you go upstairs, Aunt Hui will send you milk before you sleep, remember to drink it!"
Shi Nuan didn’t want to say more, she responded lightly and went upstairs.
Song Yansheng stood downstairs watching her until her figure disappeared, then slowly retracted his gaze and called out Aunt Hui’s name!
Aunt Hui hurried over, respectfully waiting for instructions.
Song Yansheng asked, "Has Old Zhang returned?"
"He came back around three in the afternoon!"
"Have Old Zhang prepare the car!"
Ten minutes later, Song Yansheng got into the black Land Rover, with Old Zhang driving.
Old Zhang, in his forties, used to be a driver for Song Yansheng’s father, Song Xiucheng, and later served as the driver for Song Mansion.
Song Yansheng trusted him greatly.
The car drove out of Song Mansion, and as he looked at the gradually distant, illuminated single-family mansion behind them, Song Yansheng’s eyes involuntarily filled with a layer of tenderness.
Old Zhang saw this in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Sir, you are quite different today!"
Song Yansheng’s dark eyes were bright, and his lips curved into a beautiful arc, he said, "Not just today, every day in the future will be different!"
Old Zhang was slightly awkward, but then understood, the sir’s change must be because of that girl named Shi Nuan!
"Sir, there are some words, I don’t know if I should say them..." Old Zhang hesitated for a moment before speaking.
Song Yansheng was in a good mood and didn’t get angry, he signaled him, "Go ahead!"
"That Miss Shi Nuan, is... Song Yichuan’s fiancée, with such a status here, if people find out in the future..."
"Would I, Song Yansheng, be afraid of that?"
"You’re not afraid, but the old lady, and the unconscious old sir, he was very concerned about face in the past..."
Song Yansheng’s eyes changed, and Old Zhang, too, felt a bit uneasy and didn’t dare speak further.
After a while, from the back seat, Song Yansheng’s voice came, he asked, "Old Zhang, do you still remember the little girl I told you about back then?"
Old Zhang was startled, "Could it be..."