NOVPUBChapter 711: 711, surprise, suddenly appears
Chapter 711: 711, surprise, suddenly appears
After hanging up the phone, Song Qinghuan lay on her bed, unable to sleep. She was angry because of Shi Yuhuan’s call, her emotions were all over the place. The more she thought about Shi Yuhuan’s actions, the angrier she became, causing her to toss and turn with no sleep in sight. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
She stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, then tried closing them and counting sheep one after another in hopes of forcing herself to sleep. But sleep continued to evade her.
The phone on the bedside table rang. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to check the call. It was a message from Shi Yuhuan.
His message read: “Are you asleep?”
Song Qinghuan was genuinely surprised. Shi Yuhuan was actually texting her. Was the sun going to rise from the west tomorrow?
She didn’t plan to reply, but she held her phone, somehow tapping out a three-word response: “I’m asleep!”
“If you’re asleep, how can you reply to a text?” Shi Yuhuan’s message quickly came back.
Looking at the message, Song Qinghuan could imagine the teasing smile on his face as he typed those words.
“Can’t I text in my dreams?” Song Qinghuan raised her posture arrogantly and tersely shot back at Shi Yuhuan.
Shi Yuhuan replied: “Sure, you can. Are you still angry?”
Song Qinghuan ungraciously responded: “Why wouldn’t I be? Of course I am.”
In truth, Song Qinghuan was no longer angry. Upon receiving Shi Yuhuan’s message, she no longer felt upset. Knowing that his concern for Jianan was rooted in love made everything bearable. She was just still bothered by Zhan Jie’s words.
After thinking it over, she sent another message. “Shi Yuhuan, you’re such a scoundrel.”
For a long time, Shi Yuhuan didn’t reply. Song Qinghuan waited, gradually growing impatient, and she finally sent another message: “I’m very angry, and I won’t forgive you.”
“What will it take for you to not be angry and to forgive me?” Shi Yuhuan hastily asked in his message, dropping his rhetoric attitude.
Initially, Song Qinghuan wanted to loftily respond: “Never.”
But then she decided to playfully give Shi Yuhuan a hard time, wickedly replying: “If you appear before me right now, I won’t be angry. I will forgive you.”
Shi Yuhuan didn’t reply. Song Qinghuan, who had been waiting for quite a while, growing increasingly impatient, messaged again, “Can’t come, is it? Nothing to say, is it? I knew you weren’t sincere.”
No more than two seconds after sending her message, Shi Yuhuan’s response came: “Open the window.”
Open the window? What did that mean? It was three in the morning and he was asking her to open the window. Was he out of his mind?
Because she was getting bigger and bigger, the maid, Wang Yi, was always on high alert whenever Song Qinghuan went up or down the stairs. Thus, they moved Song Qinghuan’s master bedroom downstairs.
There was suddenly light outside the window, and if the soundproofing wasn’t so good, she probably would have heard the hum of an engine.
Song Qinghuan quickly got up from the bed, reached out to pull open the curtain, and stared through the window at the starlit sky outside.
In the spacious courtyard of the villa, a sleek black car was parked, shimmering with dazzling light in the darkness of the night.
Immediately, a tall and handsome figure stepped out of the car, his beautiful face exuding a touch of cold light.
Gazing at the tall figure, Song Qinghuan’s eyes suddenly brightened.
She stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, momentarily feeling as if she was dreaming.
Just moments ago, when he was texting her, he hadn’t mentioned that he was in Q City. So how did he suddenly appear here in the middle of the night?
