Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Zihao looked at Shen Xiu and Mei Feng. Suddenly, he felt as though he didn’t know them anymore.
He looked at Xia Nuannuan again and paused before he said, “It’s bad as it is to have Dad and Aunty Mei wait up for me. You’re pregnant, what are you doing up?”
Xia Nuannuan stood up and did not say a word. She gave Shen Xiu a quick glance.
Shen Xiu snorted and replied, “How can she go to bed before you’re home?”
Shen Zihao said after a short pause, “Well, you’re always home really late. Does Aunty Mei wait up for you all the time?
Shen Xiu almost choked upon hearing this.
There was no way he could out-argue the boy. With a wave of his hand, he said, “That’s enough, go to sleep.”
Shen Zihao and Xia Nuannuan returned to their bedroom.
Xia Nuannuan asked anxiously, “I didn’t dare to ask back when we were downstairs. Hurry up and tell me, how’s Big Brother? Is he ok?”
Shen Zihao stared at her. This was the right way that a family would react.
But…
“Why didn’t you dare to ask this when we were downstairs?”
Xia Nuannuan paused. She said with hesitation, “I feel like Dad and Aunty Mei would be displeased.”
They would be displeased if they worried about their own brother.
What sort of a world was that?!
Shen Zihao kept silent and lay down on the bed.
This was the first time he had ever felt so suppressed being in the Shen Family.
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The following afternoon, Shen Zihao and Xia Nuannuan visited Shen Liangchuan at the Shen family villa.
Xia Nuannuan saw Shen Liangchuan’s strong outward appearance and said, “You don’t look like you’re sick, you look like you’re in high spirits!”
After all, everyone was family there, so the atmosphere was joyous and harmonious.
Soon it was evening. Qiao Lian felt as though the air was thickening and weighing down on her, choking her.
She and Shen Liangchuan went upstairs, washed up and got into bed.
After a while, Qiao Lian lifted her head and glanced at Shen Liangchuan.
His breathing was even, it looked like he had fallen asleep.
Qiao Lian stood up and quietly walked to the side of the room. She picked up a sleeping pill and a glass of water. Then she walked back to the bed.
She stood in front of Shen Liangchuan and said, “I know you’re not asleep. Here, take a sleeping pill.”
She was afraid.
Terribly afraid.
How long could a person go without sleeping?
She didn’t know. She only knew that if she went without sleep for two days, she would be on the verge of falling apart.
Hence, even if it meant that Shen Liangchuan would become dependent on sleeping pills, she would not let him go sleepless all night.
After she said those words, Shen Liangchuan lay there giving no response.
Qiao Lian stood next to him stubbornly, staring at him with an intense gaze.
Five minutes passed.
Shen Liangchuan opened his eyes.
He looked at Qiao Lian and then said after a pause, “Xiao Qiao, no need for medication. I can do it.”
She looked at him and left the sleeping pill on his bedside table. She walked back to her side of the bed and lay down.
She stared at the ceiling and asked once again, “Shen Liangchuan, how did Soul Fighter die?”
He replied briefly and simply, “An accident.”
An accident.
What sort of accident was it that she had come into play?
And what sort of accident was causing Shen Liangchuan to be suffering such unbearable pain now?
Qiao Lian shut her eyes.
Soon, it was morning.
Early in the day, Shen Liangchuan was in high spirits. At one glance, it was impossible to tell if he had gotten some sleep.
There were matters for him to attend to at work, so he left for the office first thing in the morning.
After Shen Liangchuan left, Qiao Lian picked up her cell phone and called Shen Liangchuan’s psychologist. “Hello, Doctor, I wish to speak with you. I will come to your office right now.”