NOVPUBChapter 690: 690, share your unhappiness together
Chapter 690: 690, share your unhappiness together
Upon seeing Song Qinghuan enter, Shi Yuhuan slightly shifted his body, facing her directly.
His refined features and stunningly beautiful face, which seemed a bit pale in Qinghuan’s sight, had already recovered its initial indifferent serenity.
“You’re awake?” He got up and walked towards Song Qinghuan.
Seemingly wanting to lead her away from here, he didn’t want Qinghuan to see his desolate side.
Nevertheless, Qinghuan had already walked to the desk and gently asked, “Shi Yuhuan, are you feeling upset?”
Shi Yuhuan glanced at the chaotic scene on the desk, remained silent, tacitly confirming her suspicion.
She was the woman he loved most. Despite preserving his masculine pride, he didn’t want to reveal his somewhat desolate side in front of her.
However, he still felt that even though they were divorced, in their hearts they were still husband and wife.
A husband and wife are one entity. Now that she had seen and asked about it, he shouldn’t continue to hide.
Otherwise, it would only make her worry more.
He answered honestly: “I am a bit.”
Song Qinghuan directly asked: “Because of your grandfather?”
Seeing Shi Yuhuan’s lips move downwards, Song Qinghuan gently added, “Han Qianqian came to find me and told me that the person behind everything was your grandfather. Auntie Wang was there at the time, she should have told you. After hearing this, I was suspicious until I overheard Xia Yang and Yuandong’s conversation earlier. I knew you went to see him, and he …”
Shi Yuhuan said indifferently: “Previously, there was no evidence, although there was doubt, but I couldn’t believe it, now I’m certain.”
His own grandfather, his own blood, was behind everything. Song Qinghuan could imagine the dull pain in his heart.
She picked up the wine glass that Shi Yuhuan had left on the table, held it in her hand, and slightly tilted it towards Shi Yuhuan, “A toast to you, Mr. Shi Yuhuan, your unhappiness, I will share with you.”
Then, she brought it to her lips, preparing to take a sip.
But just as her lips touched the wine, Shi Yuhuan grabbed it away from her.
“Don’t you know you’re pregnant? How could you drink?”, Shi Yuhuan said coldly.
His face was icy as he spoke and downed the glass of wine.
Song Qinghuan sat down in the chair in front of the desk, licked her lips, and furrowed her brows. It was so sour and so bitter!
So disgusting!
Why would so many people like to drink something so disgusting?
She propped her elbow on the table, holding up her chin, watching as Shi Yuhuan downed his drink, she teased with a smile: “You should drink slowly, I won’t fight you for it.”
Shi Yuhuan couldn’t help but smile at her words. He put down his glass, repositioned himself in his chair, and then waved to Song Qinghuan, “Come here!”
Qinghuan blinked, then got up and walked over to him.
Shi Yuhuan immediately pulled her onto his lap, his fingers unconsciously grazing her face. Seeing the warm smile spreading across her face, Shi Yuhuan’s icy countenance slowly melted.
Her hand was tightly squeezed in his, and under his fingertips, her warm skin was as soft as he remembered. Thinking about the recent events, he opened his lips and gently called out her name, “Song Qinghuan.”
Qinghuan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, a feeling of unease welling up in her heart.
Even though he hadn’t said anything yet, she already had an inkling of what he wanted to say.
“You have something to say to me, don’t you?” Song Qinghuan asked with a smile, then without waiting for Shi Yuhuan to speak, she said, “I know what you want to say, Shi Yuhuan, I’ve decided not to go back.”
