"Song Yansheng certainly has his own motives, but if I want to achieve my goals quickly, I need his help. He’s the only one who can help us. In other words, I have to marry him..."
"But Nuannuan, you... you don’t love him..."
The woman’s voice was slightly sorrowful. She really didn’t want Shi Nuan to sacrifice her happiness for this.
She’s still so young!
Shi Nuan gave a thin smile, "Love? What is love? What’s the use of love? I’ve lived for 21 years, always thinking I needed love, needed to be loved, but what’s the result I’ve gotten now?"
The woman suddenly found herself speechless.
Over the years, she’d watched Shi Nuan come this far. How could she not understand the pain in Shi Nuan’s heart?
Shi Nuan said, "Sister Xia, don’t worry about me. I’m really fine. Besides, Song Yansheng is one of the top young masters in T City, rich, powerful, and handsome. Marrying such a person, you should be happy for me..."
"Sister Xia, you know, I’ve always thought of you as my real sister... I’m getting married soon; shouldn’t you give me your blessing?"
"Sister Xia, I want to hear you bless me!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before the woman’s slightly hoarse voice finally came through, very softly. She said, "Nuannuan, you must be happy!"
Shi Nuan held the phone, her lips curling into a gentle smile, her dark eyes shining with shattered glaze-like light.
She said, "I will, Sister Xia. I will be happy."
After finishing the call, Shi Nuan stood by the window for about ten minutes. Once her emotions calmed, she turned and headed towards the bathroom.
The clothes she had changed out of earlier still needed to be washed—
Even though Song Yansheng had previously instructed her not to touch cold water.
But there were intimate garments among them, and it felt odd to have the villa’s servants wash them.
Yet when she entered the bathroom, she discovered that the basin that had been soaking the clothes was gone without a trace!
Shi Nuan blinked, and the first thought that came to mind was: Song Yansheng must have had someone take them away!
In that moment, her face was both embarrassed and annoyed, but what would she say if she went to confront Song Yansheng?
The clothes had been taken so long ago, they’d probably already been washed!
Shi Nuan took a deep breath, eventually holding back her temper, preparing to wash up and sleep!
As for those clothes—well, if they don’t get washed, so be it!
After all, her status at the Song Mansion was already quite awkward; a few more embarrassing matters wouldn’t make much difference!
Downstairs, after Shi Nuan went upstairs, Song Yansheng sat alone in the living room for a while.
He took a call in the meantime.
The caller was his friend and also the vice president of TK Group, Qiao Yichi.
It had been an entire week since Song Yichuan’s death, and Song Yansheng had not gone to the company.
All the company’s matters naturally fell on Qiao Yichi, but there were some things he could handle and others he couldn’t.
Moreover, he’d been working overtime nearly every day this week, truly exhausted. If Song Yansheng didn’t return soon, he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold on.
Song Yansheng listened to Qiao Yichi’s complaints while quietly sipping his tea.
His expression was relaxed and indifferent, not a hint of negative emotion showing.
It wasn’t until Qiao Yichi finished complaining and asked him, "Give me a definite answer, can you come back to work at the company tomorrow?"
Song Yansheng slowly put down the cup, his expression still calm, his brow serene.
He pursed his lips, and then in a soft voice, he said, "I can’t... because tomorrow, I’m going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for marriage!"