Chapter 41
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Song Qingchun did not sleep well. She would wake up every few minutes, and when she realized Su Zhinian was not back, she would sigh in relief and close her eyes again. This repeated many times until Song Qingchun heard the sound of a car coming from outside.
Perhaps due to the tension in her nerves, Song Qingchun could hear the sound of a car engine. She opened her eyes to check whether she was hallucinating or not. Then, she saw the headlights of a car shining on the window, and the light was blinding.
Song Qingchun jumped up from the sofa reflexively. Through the window, she saw the car slowly stop. Su Zhinian got out, slammed the door shut, and walked into the house step by step.
Song Qingchun's heart raced. She stood where she was, holding her breath, and stared at the door without blinking.
It was not until Song Qingchun heard the sound of someone keying in the password that she came to and rushed to the front door.
Before Song Qingchun could open the door, Su Zhinian had already pushed it open.
His hair was messy, probably because he had been busy for a long time. His jawline was stiff, making him look colder than usual.
Song Qingchun only took a quick glance at Su Zhinian before squatting down to grab a pair of slippers and placing them before him. "You're home?"
Su Zhinian put on the slippers without a word. He did not even glance at Song Qingchun, much less respond to her. He walked upstairs like she was invisible.
Su Zhinian had only used one minute to get back to his bedroom, but in that one minute, Song Qingchun's back was drenched in cold sweat.
Su Zhinian's return caused Song Qingchun to lose all desire to sleep. She grabbed her phone from the sofa and glanced at the time. It was already 6 am.
Song Qingchun's heart that had been on tenterhooks for the whole night finally relaxed at that moment.
There was only one hour left until 7 pm. In other words, there was only one hour left before she would not have to stay under the same roof with him. In this one hour, she could use the excuse of making breakfast to avoid Su Zhinian.
The dinner from the previous night was still in the insulated box, but Song Qingchun not only cooked breakfast, she even made a special bowl of porridge. When breakfast was ready, it was already 6: 45 am.
There were only fifteen minutes left …
Song Qingchun stayed in the kitchen for another five minutes before going upstairs to knock on Su Zhinian's bedroom door. "Mr. Su, breakfast is ready."
Su Zhinian still did not say anything, but through the door, Song Qingchun could hear footsteps approaching, and then the door was pulled open.
Su Zhinian had changed into a set of casual home clothes. He had probably just taken a shower because the scent of shower gel was heavy on him. It smelled very good, like a light fragrance.
He still didn't say anything. He brushed past her and went downstairs.
Song Qingchun followed behind him, maintaining a certain distance.
When Su Zhinian reached the third last step, he saw a pink suitcase leaning against the wall. He stopped for a moment and noticed the wrinkled sofa.
Su Zhinian frowned and suddenly turned around to look at Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun was shocked by Su Zhinian's sudden action. Then, she saw the man point at a door next to his bedroom upstairs and say in a light tone, "That room is yours."
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