NOVPUBChapter 165: 165, Alternative, Comfort
Chapter 165: 165, Alternative, Comfort
With these thoughts in mind, Song Qinghuan turned on her computer, leaving a message for Li Wei on the web version of WeChat, asking her to resend the photos taken that day.
As soon as Li Wei received the information, she quickly sent over the photos.
However, there was only one photo, an originally blurry photo that got even blurrier after being taken and transmitted over the phone.
Song Qinghuan consoled herself that this was better than having nothing at all.
The only thing she could hope for now was for Shi Yuhuan to find some way to recover her handbag. The loss of her money and phone were less important, than the returning of the precious few photos.
Havin closed her laptop, Song Qinghuan tossed it aside, collapsing on the bed, looking quite exhausted.
Just then, the bedroom door opened a crack, and a big paw reached in, successfully pushing the door open.
Immediately thereafter, Zishi’s round head squeezed in through the door, and he barked twice at Song Qinghuan, who was in bed.
Song Qinghuan, pretending to be asleep on the bed, suddenly woke up to find Zishi, the Tibetan Mastiff raised by Shi Yuhuan, staring at her.
“Ao–” Zishi barked again, but this time his bark was different—especially deep, feeble, and also particularly gentle.
It seemed to be laced with a bit of unhappiness.
Song Qinghuan sat up, looking at him. “What are you doing here? Didn’t your dad lock you up today?”
“…” Zishi didn’t bark, he just walked over, lay down beside the bed, raised his head and stuck out his tongue at her.
Song Qinghuan leaned over considerably, stretching out her hand fearfully, hesitated, and then rubbed Zishi’s big head. “I’m neither happy today, it looks like we’re in the same boat!”
Zishi suddenly stood up, lightly jumped onto the bed, and then rubbed his round head on Song Qinghuan’s body. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Tickled by him, Song Qinghuan actually giggled and rolled away from him.
Zishi seemed happy as well, and suddenly wagged his tail in excitement, his huge body bouncing on the bed.
“You sure are cute!!” Zishi in this state didn’t scare Song Qinghuan at all.
Although he seemed menacing, she wrapped her arms around Zishi’s furry body anyway. It was so comforting. She thought that falling asleep holding him would be incredibly warm.
Such a warm Zishi, a Zishi who had never harmed her, she shouldn’t have been so afraid.
As Shi Yuhuan opened the door to enter, he could hear the “ow woo” howls coming from upstairs, along with her occasional laughter.
He faintly curved his lips, showing no worry. Zishi was sent by him. When she had come back earlier, she seemed down, but now it looks like she’s okay.
Shi Yuhuan climbed up the stairs. Song Qinghuan’s bedroom door wasn’t closed. He walked right in, bent down, and separated Song Qinghuan and Zishi.
Song Qinghuan looked up at him, noticing he had changed clothes and was no longer in the dark suit from the daytime.
He had a white shirt and black trousers on, with a lighter-coloured suit jacket on top. He was accessorized with a similarly coloured belt and wristwatch, exhibiting a nonchalant but chilling aloofness.
They’ve known each other for so long, stayed in touch for so long, yet only when he returned today did she get an impulsive and erroneous feeling.
Indeed. He was proud and only left people feeling distant.
Shi Yuhuan’s gaze was fixed on Song Qinghuan, making her think that he had something to say.
Could it be that the bag has been found? So soon? Song Qinghuan’s eyes instantly brightened and she broke into a sweet smile, cheerfully asking, “Uh, has the bag been found?!”
(ps: Congratulations to the lucky winner: Shan Shan is not Shan Shan. Lastly, a recommendation for Wang Yue Cun Ya’s new novel “Chief Pursuit Wife 88 Times: Wife is not Allowed to Divorce”.)
