That night, Shi Nuan didn’t sleep well; her period causing a heavy pain in her lower abdomen was one reason.
Another reason was, though her mind was made up, thinking about registering her marriage with Song Yansheng the next day made her somewhat nervous inside.
As night fell, the entire city was engulfed in darkness. Shi Nuan lay on the bed, and the room was pitch black except for a small night light.
The sound of the clock ticked away, becoming the clearest sound in Shi Nuan’s ears. In such a cold, lonely, and sleepless environment, Shi Nuan thought again of her mother, her grandparents, and Xiao Chuan...
Tears fell down unconsciously...
Shi Nuan bit her lip tightly, suppressing her sobs, which were hidden under the covers and slowly swallowed by the extended dark night.
Later, the crying stopped, and in the room, only the ticking sound of the clock remained, continuing until dawn!
Early the next morning, Shi Nuan got up around seven, and looking at herself in the mirror while washing up, her eyes were somewhat red and swollen.
She washed her face with cold water several times, but the puffiness around her eyes didn’t go away. Shi Nuan sighed and gave up.
When she opened the wardrobe to change clothes, she had initially picked a black cashmere shirt, but paused at the soft dry touch.
In the end, she chose a dark blue embroidered plaid shirt, paired it with light gray pants, and tied her hair into a ponytail, making her look much more spirited.
As she prepared to go out, she glanced at the time, around seven-thirty... just the right time.
However, before she even reached the door, there was a knock at her door.
The visitor was Aunt Hui.
Shi Nuan paused for a moment, her eyes lightly sweeping over Aunt Hui’s face, finally landing on the pile of clothes Aunt Hui was holding.
Her face quickly flashed a tinge of awkwardness...
Because those clothes were the pile she had taken off yesterday evening, stained with menstrual blood!
Now in Aunt Hui’s hands, does that mean it really was Song Yansheng who arranged for someone to take them away?
Aunt Hui respectfully spoke to Shi Nuan, saying, "Lady, these are your clothes, they’ve been cleaned!"
Shi Nuan bit her lip, her delicate pale face flushed more prominently. She reached out to take them, and said to Aunt Hui, "...Thank you!"
Aunt Hui smiled and said, "Lady no need to thank me, I’m just responsible for bringing the clothes. If you want to thank, thank our Mr.!" fre/ew.ebnovel.c om
Shi Nuan didn’t perceive anything wrong with Aunt Hui’s words. Aunt Hui was the housekeeper of Song Mansion, naturally speaking on Song Yansheng’s behalf, and it was Song Yansheng’s arrangement, so it’s not surprising to thank him!
She nodded and said, "I’ll take the clothes inside; you may go down first."
Aunt Hui responded and then turned to leave.
Shi Nuan went downstairs again five minutes later.
It shouldn’t have taken so long, but Aunt Hui’s action of delivering the clothes reminded her of Song Yansheng carrying her into the house yesterday, and she found herself too shy to face Song Yansheng right away.
However, when she got downstairs, she didn’t see Song Yansheng or Aunt Hui.
Shi Nuan thought Song Yansheng might have gone for a walk in the garden again, didn’t think much about it, and sat down by herself in the living room.
She started flipping through the morning paper on the table, which was folded neatly as if no one had read it.
Hasn’t Song Yansheng woken up yet? Unlikely.
While Shi Nuan was still puzzled, a servant came in from the door. Shi Nuan remembered this young servant, seemingly named Xiao Shuang.
The servant saw her and his eyes lit up. He stepped forward and said, "Lady, you’re up?"