NOVPUBChapter 541: Don’t go, I don’t want you to go.
Chapter 541: Don’t go, I don’t want you to go.
Blood swiftly welled up, Shi Yuhuan’s body tensed, but he didn’t cry out in pain, instead, his obsidian-like eyes sparked with light.
He gently stroked Song Qinghuan’s hair and pulled her closer into the nape of his neck, allowing her to behave as if she was tearing into him.
“I’ve told you before, you are my only woman,” he said calmly yet seriously.
“I don’t believe you,” Song Qinghuan replied, but her eyes softened. She pushed him, saying, “Get up, I have to go to work.”
Withdrawing his arms gently, Shi Yuhuan spoke with soft lips: “You should eat breakfast first before going to work, let’s go down together.”
Her small face was cold as ice as she looked him in the eyes, but she nodded in agreement.
Shi Yuhuan’s gaze gradually became softer.
Breakfast did not proceed as planned. As soon as they sat down, Shi Yuhuan received a phone call.
Unsure of the caller, Shi Yuhuan looked serious as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows with his phone.
Song Qinghuan looked at him to only see his deep eyes were like an impending storm at sea, and his closed lips were as beautiful and cruel as blood maple. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
After hanging up the phone, he looked at her: “I have something to deal with. I must go.”
“…” Song Qinghuan moved her lips, wanting to say something, but Shi Yuhuan leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
Then, in a faint voice, he said, “I might have to see Zhan Jie again, but only because there is something I need.”
Her heart sank, and Song Qinghuan’s lips tightened in displeasure.
Receiving no response to his words, Shi Yuhuan reached out and gently touched her hair: “The New Year is coming, and the company will soon go on holiday. If you don’t want to work, just relax at home. Zhao Jingnan will not give you a hard time about it.”
After his somewhat abrupt announcement, Shi Yuhuan got up to leave but was stopped by a hand grabbing his sleeve.
Shi Yuhuan’s eyes fell onto the hand, then moved onto the face of its owner as he asked her: “What is it? Anything else you want to say?”
With downcast eyes, Song Qinghuan looked up at him: “Don’t go. If you’re going to see Zhan Jie, don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”
His hand touched Song Qinghuan’s hand as Shi Yuhuan softly cooed at her, “Good girl.”
In his heart, that single word was the gentlest term of endearment.
“I know you have things to do, but I don’t want you to go. But if you must go, then go…I will just continue to doubt you, suspect you, and mistrust you in my heart.”
But Song Qinghuan did not voice the last part. Instead, she slowly let go of his hand.
Shi Yuhuan leaned over again and kissed her lips. Then he turned around and left.
No longer feeling hungry, Song Qinghuan put down her chopsticks and glanced at the brilliant chandelier affixed to the ceiling. The beautiful light made her feel as if she was in a dream.
Every moment she spent with Shi Yuhuan felt like a dream.
Similarly, another woman was experiencing the same feelings as Song Qinghuan.
Shi Yuhuan had suddenly grown closer to her recently, and Zhan Jie thought it was strange for Song Qinghuan to treat her this way.
He was no longer cold towards her. Although still distant, he was gentler in his words and demeanor, and he always did as she wished.
This behavior was more than enough to show he had feelings for her. He even gave her a house, but he didn’t explicitly say anything, behaving simply as a friend.
