Aunt Hui quickly delivered the things Shi Nuan needed and, incidentally, instructed the kitchen to prepare a cup of brown sugar water.
Shi Nuan drank half a cup and thanked Aunt Hui.
When she finished tidying up and left the house, it was already almost nine o’clock.
Shi Nuan tried hard to maintain her composure, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Song Yansheng’s eyes remained gentle, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing of his thoughts.
Of course, Shi Nuan also didn’t bother to guess his thoughts. Today was the seventh day since Xiao Chuan’s passing, and thinking of Xiao Chuan always made her feel heavy-hearted.
The car left Song Mansion and drove onto the open road. All the way, the two were silent.
However, Song Yansheng was in a good mood, with a constant smile on his lips.
Today, he chose to drive himself. When getting in the car, he specifically opened the door to the passenger seat, and she did not oppose.
At this moment, he was driving her, the woman who would soon become his wife, to see his mother. The feeling was quite peculiar; he even felt a bit of youthful nervousness.
At twenty-nine, he, at that moment, turned into a novice in love, thinking about it was incredible.
The car reached the city center, and Song Yansheng stopped for a moment. Shi Nuan originally thought he wanted to buy something, but it wasn’t the case.
Chi Rui, Song Yansheng’s assistant, had already prepared all the gifts and was waiting there. Afterwards, he placed the bags and boxes of items into the trunk.
Then, he handed a small box to Song Yansheng and politely left.
The stop lasted about five minutes. Song Yansheng started the car and casually handed the box to Shi Nuan beside him.
Song Yansheng said, "When you meet my mother later, give this to her. She will like it!"
Shi Nuan’s eyes flickered, she said, "I..."
"No need to refuse, just consider it as helping me make the old lady happy!"
Thus, Shi Nuan said nothing more, as there was no point in saying anything else.
After a while, the car finally arrived at the Song Family Mansion, where servants were already waiting at the door.
The mansion was large, and Shi Nuan had been here a few times, but today, her feelings were entirely different.
Song Yansheng’s father had become a vegetative state due to an accident when Song Yansheng was fourteen, and afterwards, his mother was hospitalized. Song Group was taken over by Song Yichuan’s father, who was Song Yansheng’s cousin, Song Mingzhong.
Now, Song Yansheng had founded TK, and Song Group was no longer the former Song Group, but the old Song Family Mansion had remained unchanged all these years.
Yu Yao, Song Yansheng’s mother, had been guarding this mansion alone for many years.
The two got out of the car, and a servant approached, saying that the old lady had been waiting for a long time. Hearing this, Shi Nuan felt a wave of guilt.
However, upon entering, she found another white Bentley car was also there, and Song Yansheng squinted his eyes.
The servant said, "Miss Qingyang just arrived not long ago. She is currently in the living room speaking with the old lady!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Nuan’s fingertips trembled slightly, and a chill spread from a certain place in her heart.
Song Yansheng’s eyes deepened slightly, yet he said nothing, subconsciously tightening his hold on Shi Nuan’s hand.
As a result, any thought Shi Nuan had of breaking free was completely extinguished.
Never mind, she had already mentally prepared herself; what would be the point of resisting further?
"If you feel uncomfortable, I can ask Qingyang to leave later!"
Song Yansheng suddenly slowed his pace, speaking softly to her.
His words were so straightforward that Shi Nuan felt embarrassed. Who was she to ask Song Qingyang to leave? What right did she have to ask him to have Song Qingyang leave?
Shi Nuan shook her head, "No need... it’s nothing."
Song Yansheng glanced at her, uttered an "En," and smiled, saying, "Indeed, with me here, you should be fearless!"