Shi Nuan only nodded, without saying much.
It wasn’t that she was aloof, keeping people at a distance; it was just that her identity in this house was truly awkward.
Song Yansheng said she was the mistress, but could she really regard herself as the mistress? fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com
She didn’t have such a big heart!
The maid said, "Lady, you got up just in time. Mr. is in the gym on the third floor. Please call him down for breakfast!"
"..." Shi Nuan slightly furrowed her brows, not understanding why everyone liked her to call Song Yansheng to meals.
But thinking carefully, she was about to become Song Yansheng’s wife, and a wife calling her husband back for meals seemed appropriate.
She stood up, said something simple to the maid, and then walked upstairs.
Her room was on the second floor, and Song Yansheng’s room and study were also on the second floor.
She hadn’t seen what the third floor looked like, even though she had been at Song Mansion for days.
The young maid stood downstairs, watching Shi Nuan’s slender figure, and curved her lips slightly.
The lady goes to call Mr. for a meal; Mr. would be very happy, and naturally, they would also be happy!
Shi Nuan quickly reached the third floor and looked around. The layout of the third floor was very different from the second floor.
It was clear that it was specially designed, very unique.
Shi Nuan lifted her foot and walked towards the end of the corridor, listening as she walked.
Since Song Yansheng was in the gym, he should be working out, there would be some noise.
It was quiet all the way, until she almost reached the end of the corridor, Shi Nuan heard faint sounds.
But it wasn’t the sound of exercising, rather it was voices.
Shi Nuan looked towards a room at the side, where a door was ajar; the voices were coming from that door.
She walked closer softly, and the voice became much clearer, it was indeed Song Yansheng’s voice.
It felt like he was on the phone.
Shi Nuan’s fingers paused as she was about to push the door open because she felt eavesdropping on someone else’s phone call was quite impolite.
Thinking it over, she still decided to leave for now, planning to come back in a few minutes.
Just as her steps were lightening, Song Yansheng’s voice in the room suddenly raised, carrying a slight hint of anger.
He said, "Chu Jingyun, I’ll say it again. Who I want to marry is my business, you have no right to question!"
Shi Nuan’s steps trembled, and in the room, Song Yansheng had already hung up the phone, Shi Nuan heard footsteps.
She was startled, just about to leave, when a clear and magnetic male voice came from inside: "Who’s outside?"
"..." Shi Nuan bit her lip, unsure for a moment whether to leave or not.
But in such a situation, leaving might seem like having a guilty conscience... she hadn’t done anything wrong!
Taking a deep breath, Shi Nuan pushed open the door to the gym, just about to speak, but froze at the scene inside.
In the next instant, a blush spread up her cheeks and ears, even her neck. She quickly turned around, her body slightly stiff, embarrassed and at a loss for words.
In fact, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng had been quite intimate before, blending as one; looking at a bare upper body now wasn’t really...anything.
Song Yansheng should have been boxing, which was why he wasn’t wearing a top; his lean waist, strong physique, the whole person looked tall and well-built... his figure was very nice!
"Nuannuan..." Song Yansheng saw Shi Nuan and was also taken aback. He had thought it would be a servant outside, but unexpectedly, it was her.
The icy chill in his eyes almost instantly dissipated, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped towards the doorway.
Shi Nuan felt his presence drawing nearer...