Chapter 73
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Song Qingchun carried the clothes back to the bungalow and rushed to the kitchen to prepare a scrumptious dinner.
Even though she hoped that Su Zhinian would not return that night, five minutes after she finished preparing dinner, the sound of a car came from outside.
Ever since he scolded her when she accidentally spilled coffee on him, he had not returned to the bungalow until she vomited all over him last night, and today, he had returned.
Song Qingchun's heart started to race. Will he lash out at me the moment he enters the house?
Song Qingchun suppressed the urge to run and rushed to the door. She opened it and greeted Su Zhinian, who had just gotten out of the car, respectfully. "Mr. Su, you're home."
Su Zhinian did not answer but glanced at Song Qingchun before stepping into the house.
It was snowing heavily outside. Even though the distance between Su Zhinian and the house was only about ten meters, his shoulders were covered in a thin layer of snow.
Song Qingchun's heart raced under Su Zhinian's gaze. She quickly closed the door and turned around to look at the snow on Su Zhinian's shoulders. She immediately rushed forward to help him with the snow.
Su Zhinian's face remained as cold as ever, even when faced with her actions.
His silence made it difficult for Song Qingchun to read his mind, and she became even more nervous.
Song Qingchun was afraid that she might give him an excuse to criticize her, so when she placed the slippers before him, she noticed he was wearing lace-up shoes, so she squatted down to help him untie the laces.
Song Qingchun followed behind Su Zhinian into the house. Looking at the man's cold back, she asked cautiously, "Mr. Su, dinner is ready, would you like to have it now?"
"Yes," Su Zhinian answered nasally before walking into the bathroom.
This was the second time Song Qingchun had served Su Zhinian dinner, and she was even more attentive than the first time. She even helped Su Zhinian pick out the fish bones.
After Su Zhinian finished his dinner, Song Qingchun immediately passed him a napkin.
Su Zhinian wiped his mouth and glanced at Song Qingchun. Song Qingchun was so scared that she held her breath.
She thought the man was going to say something, but to her surprise, he stood up and left the dining room without saying anything.
Song Qingchun let out a long sigh and collapsed at the table.
She deliberately took the longest time to eat dinner and clean up the dining room. She dawdled until it was almost ten o 'clock. She couldn't wait any longer, so she walked into the living room.
Su Zhinian was talking on the phone while facing the floor-to-ceiling window. As if sensing Song Qingchun's presence, he turned to look at her.
Song Qingchun felt a mountain of pressure pressing down on her heart.
Su Zhinian did not speak much on the phone; most of the conversation was just "hmm".
Song Qingchun hoped that the call would last longer, but eventually, the call would end.
Su Zhinian walked to the sofa with his phone in his hand. When he was about to sit down, he suddenly turned to look at Song Qingchun. He was about to ask her to make him a cup of coffee, but before he could say a word, Song Qingchun suddenly dashed upstairs.
Su Zhinian frowned slightly and sat down on the sofa. He was about to turn on the television when he heard the footsteps again.
Su Zhinian turned to see Song Qingchun running down the stairs with a large bag in her hands.
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