Chapter 455
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At the time, she did not think much of it. She merely thought he was very busy and could talk for hours on the phone. But now, as she listened to his familiar voice, her heart missed it.
When he was busy, she would entertain herself. She would go for a run in the gym or curl up on the sofa to catch up on dramas. That was her life. Actually, when she thought about it, it was monotonous and boring. However, for some reason, she really wanted to relive that time.
A sense of loneliness rose in Song Qingchun's chest. She stood at the door for a long time. It was not until Su Zhinian hung up the phone that she raised her hand to knock lightly on the door.
"Come in." Soon, Su Zhinian's simple and direct voice came from within.
Song Qingchun pushed the door open. As she walked in, she saw Su Zhinian make another call. He probably really had something urgent to deal with because he pointed at the sofa. Before he could ask her to take a seat, the call was picked up. He had no choice but to signal for her to wait before he started to talk about the company's shares and profits.
Song Qingchun did not disturb Su Zhinian. She sat obediently on the sofa and looked around Su Zhinian's study. Eventually, her gaze fell on Su Zhinian's reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.
His sitting posture was elegant. One of his hands was holding the phone while the other kept clicking on the mouse like he was multitasking.
When she used to stay at his place, she had tried to find him when he was busy.
She clearly remembered the time when she was playing a game and couldn't clear the level no matter how hard she tried. Hence, she brought her laptop to him for help. At that time, just like now, he was having a video chat with a foreigner. Actually, it was only a short five minutes, but she sat on the sofa and waited impatiently.
But today, as she sat on the sofa, she had some hope that he could keep calling until the end of time. That way, she could stay at his house for a long, long time.
No matter how much Song Qingchun wished for it, Su Zhinian eventually hung up.
Su Zhinian put down his phone and typed furiously on the keyboard for about a minute. Then he leaned back in his chair and raised his hand to massage the spot between his brows. After a while, he turned to Song Qingchun and asked, "You've been waiting for a long time, right?"
Song Qingchun shook her head at Su Zhinian. Even though she did not want to say goodbye, she smiled at Su Zhinian and said, "It's getting late, I have to go."
"Wait a moment." Su Zhinian moved his finger away from her forehead. Seeing the confusion in Song Qingchun's eyes, he explained softly, "Your clothes are not dry yet."
Song Qingchun blinked several times before she realized she had heard a rumbling sound from the first floor. She hadn't paid attention to the source of the sound, but now she realized it was the washing machine. He helped me wash my dirty clothes?
Song Qingchun had no idea why she was happy, but her heart was filled with sweetness and warmth.
She replied with an "Oh." She couldn't help but smile. Then she said, "Thank you."
Su Zhinian replied with a "hmm" but did not say anything else and stopped working.
As Song Qingchun studied him surreptitiously, she thought to herself, Has he finished his work?
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