Chapter 600
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The conference in Su Zhinian's study was halfway through when he heard the sound of someone keying in the password from the front door.
He frowned, thinking he had heard it wrong, so he lowered the volume of the computer. Then, he heard the clang of the steel door being pushed open and the footsteps of someone walking into the front yard.
There were not many people who knew the password to his house; other than Tang Nuo, only Song Qingchun knew.
Su Zhinian apologized at the computer, stood up, and rushed to the window. He saw Song Qingchun shuffling toward the door with unsteady steps.
Su Zhinian didn't even have time to greet the person waiting for him on the computer before he rushed out of the study and went downstairs.
When he opened the door, she had her hand raised, preparing to key in the password.
Why is she here so late at night?
Su Zhinian's brows creased involuntarily. He was about to ask her when he saw her smile softly at him and say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I'm late."
What a familiar phrase … She had said this to me many times during the one hundred days she stayed at my place … Su Zhinian froze to the spot like someone had pressed his pressure points.
Song Qingchun waited for a while, but seeing as he still didn't say anything, she assumed he was still unhappy, so she continued in the same gentle tone. "Mr. Su, I promise I won't come back so late again."
As she spoke, she strode toward the house. As she crossed the parapet, she tripped over herself and threw herself into the house. Fortunately, he was standing in front of her, and she only fell into his arms. He could smell the faint odor of alcohol.
She's drunk? Su Zhinian's brows twitched, but before he could say anything, she struggled out of his arms and stood before him. She raised her head and smiled warmly at him. "Mr. Su, have you eaten?"
So, she was drunk and thought she was still staying at his bungalow … Su Zhinian was afraid that she might trip, so his fingers that were holding her arm before she left started to shake.
He's always like this, never saying a word … She thought about it silently before continuing to smile at him. She said in an unusually gentle tone, "I'll go cook for you now …"
With that, she flung his arm away, walked around him, and headed for the dining room.
As she walked, she said, "Mr. Su, what would you like to eat? Oh, since you like to eat pickled fish, we can make pickled fish, beef, and braised eggplant … Hmm, can we also have tofu soup? "
Time seemed to flow backward, returning to the past that he had not seen for a long time.
It used to be such a happy and comfortable time, but now, reliving the old days made people feel as if they were being cut by a knife.
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Listening to Song Qingchun's questioning tone, Su Zhinian's eyes started to water. His lips moved for a long time, and it was not until she entered the dining room that he uttered in a very low voice, "Okay."
Su Zhinian was about to close the door and head to the dining room when he saw Song Qingchun stagger out of it. In her hands was the trolley that she had bought for him when she lived at his place.
"Mr. Su, there is no food in the refrigerator. I have to go to the supermarket. I will be back soon."
The tears in Su Zhinian's eyes intensified. He knew she was drunk and wouldn't know anything, but he still turned his face away.
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