Chapter 78
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Just how many nicknames has she given me?
The person in the video suddenly stopped talking. After pausing for a long time, he said with some uncertainty, "Oh my god, am I seeing things? Mr. Su, you're smiling? "
Su Zhinian replied with a "hmm?" Then he turned to look at the mirror beside him. Through the mirror, he saw himself in it. His brows were relaxed, his lips were curved into a smile, and his expression was unbelievably soft …
Su Zhinian froze like his pressure points had been poked.
"I'm not seeing things, you're smiling …" The English voice that came from the computer pulled Su Zhinian back to reality. Without a word, he closed the computer, stood up, and hurried to stand before the mirror.
In the mirror, although his smile was not as obvious as before, it was still faintly discernible.
He carefully observed himself in the mirror for a long time before raising his hand to touch his face.
When he touched the corners of his lips, his fingertips trembled violently.
Yes, he actually smiled … Even he himself couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last smiled …
Even he himself would have thought his eyes were playing tricks on him if not for the fact that he had looked at himself multiple times, much less Jony, who was on the video call with him.
Actually, he didn't mean to make things so difficult for her.
It was just that ever since he raped her five years ago, she had wanted nothing more than to stay away from him for the rest of her life.
Even though she had to face him for the sake of Song Empire, other than doing what she was supposed to do, she would stay as far away from him as she could.
He just wanted to communicate with her … but … he didn't expect she would make him smile …
Song Qingchun … Song Qingchun, just how many more surprises will that woman bring me before he stops?
By the time Song Qingchun finished cleaning the first floor, she was already exhausted. She went up to the second floor and cleaned the second bedroom that was unoccupied. Then, she went to the study next door.
Su Zhinian was no longer sitting at the study table but on the balcony of the study.
The snow was still falling, and he was only wearing a thin shirt. As the cold wind blew, some snowflakes fell on his body, but he didn't seem to feel the cold at all and stood there motionlessly.
As Song Qingchun scrubbed the floor, she kept glancing at Su Zhinian. She could not help but think to herself, It's winter outside, and it's snowing, isn't it cold?
When Song Qingchun was halfway done, she went into the bathroom to wash the rag. When she came out, Su Zhinian was still standing on the balcony.
Song Qingchun finished wiping the remaining half of the floor. Before she left the study, she glanced at the balcony again. Su Zhinian still showed no sign of returning to the house. She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she did not say anything. She closed the study door silently and walked toward Su Zhinian's bedroom.
Last night, she had slept in Su Zhinian's bedroom. When she left this morning, she had forgotten to tidy his bed, so it was a mess.
Song Qingchun moved the comforter to the sofa and adjusted the bedsheets. Then she picked up one of the pillows that she had kicked to the floor. She placed it back in place and adjusted the other pillow. When she did, she found a corner that looked like a book poking out.
Song Qingchun pulled it out curiously and realized it was not a book but a notebook.
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