Chapter 351
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Women were always like that. No matter how bad their mood was, they would always be cured by the shopping.
When Song Qingchun carried the bags upstairs, she was humming a happy tune. The gloom that she had felt when she left home that morning had completely disappeared.
It was still early, so she sat on the bed with her legs crossed. She opened the bags one by one and arranged them in a nice pattern. She snapped a picture of them and posted it on her WeChat Moments. Then, she returned the items to their original positions.
When she was done, it was already 6: 30 pm. Song Qingchun washed her hands and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
When she was busy, she did not feel much. When she was done, Song Qingchun walked out of the kitchen. Looking out the window at the darkened sky, the gloom that she had felt when she left this morning once again crept into her heart.
The room was quiet, and this kind of silence only worsened her mood further.
She had stayed in such a large bungalow many times before, and she had never felt anything was wrong with it. However, that day, when she looked at this lavishly decorated bungalow, she could not help but feel annoyed.
She grabbed the remote and turned on the television. It was broadcasting a period drama that she had been watching recently.
Even though she was looking forward to the drama, she could not bring herself to watch it. In fact, she felt like the drama was rather boring.
She had turned up the volume of the TV, but she felt that the room was even colder and more unpleasant than when it was quiet before.
Song Qingchun tossed the remote to the side with annoyance. She pulled her gaze away from the television and realized it was already 8: 30 pm when her gaze fell on the grandfather clock.
It's already 8: 30 pm, why isn't Su Zhinian home yet?
As this thought flashed across her mind, she also realized why she felt annoyed by the bungalow earlier.
It was because he was not home. Actually, when he was at home, they were in the middle of a cold war, and there was not much communication between them. Therefore, whether he was home or not didn't really matter to her, so why did she feel so annoyed?
The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more depressed she felt. She sighed deeply and stood up. She grabbed her phone and started to pace around the room.
8: 40 pm. It was only ten minutes, but Song Qingchun felt like an eternity.
For some reason, she clicked open Su Zhinian's WeChat. She raised her finger to type a message, but she didn't send it. Instead, she held her phone and paced around the room. When the minute hand was almost 50, Song Qingchun gritted her teeth and stared at the message she had typed on her phone for a while before pressing the send button.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Su Zhinian lay in bed the whole night listening to Song Qingchun tossing and turning in the room next door.
When he was working in the morning, he couldn't calm down no matter what.
Initially, he thought it was because of his decision to distance himself from Song Qingchun the night before, but by noon, he started to panic, and even the blood in his body started to boil.
This kind of panic gave him a very bad premonition, as if hinting that something big was about to happen.
He even carefully followed up on the recent situation of his company and the Song enterprise. Everything was operating normally.
Not a company? What would that be?
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Su Zhinian was reminded of his mother.
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