Chapter 97
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Also, why did he have to wear a hoodie? The zipper was pulled all the way to the top, revealing a pair of dark eyes.
Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a long time before she recovered and greeted him in a hurry. "Mr. Su."
Su Zhinian did not answer but stared into her eyes for a long time. Then, he turned around, walked into the bedroom next door, and slammed the door with a bang.
Song Qingchun had gotten used to Su Zhinian treating her like air, so she shrugged and walked downstairs without a care in the world.
Su Zhinian leaned against the door and slowly raised his hand as he listened to Song Qingchun's footsteps disappear into the distance.
The pen that he had been holding in his hand had been crushed by him because he had used too much force. Some of the metal shell had pierced into his palm and was dyed red with blood.
Since he had used his mind to hit Tang Nuan, there was a palm print on his face, so he stayed at the bungalow for the whole day.
When Song Qingchun returned home, he was drawing up a design in his study. Perhaps because it was still early, he heard her return to her bedroom.
She was very quiet that day, different from usual. She did not talk to herself, and she did not make any noise when she was working on something.
He did not pay it much mind. He only paid attention to her for a while before returning his attention to the design. However, he only started a few strokes when he suddenly heard the sound of her sobbing.
Initially, it was so soft that he thought he had heard it wrong, so he stopped. Then, he realized the sound of her crying became louder and louder like she was experiencing something very sad.
Without a second thought, he walked out of the study with the pen in his hand. When he reached her bedroom door, he heard her whimpering, "Brother Yinan", and then his whole body froze at the door.
He was so stupid. Who else in this world could make her cry like that other than that man called Qin Yinan?
He should be angry and jealous, but as he listened to her crying, he felt a dull pain in his heart.
She did not cry for long, but for him, it was a long and torturous process.
There were a few times when he almost couldn't control himself and rushed in to give her a hug and comfort her, but he didn't have the right. He could only force himself to stand on the spot and listen to her cry. He used all the strength in his body to clench his fists.
Su Zhinian slowly raised his hand and pulled out the broken piece of the pen from his palm. The blood flowed even more violently. He grabbed a tissue from the side and hastily pressed it on the wound. He pressed hard, and he could clearly feel the pain from the wound. However, it was not as painful as the pain in his heart.
After preparing dinner, Song Qingchun went upstairs to knock on Su Zhinian's bedroom door. "Mr. Su, dinner is ready."
After a while, Su Zhinian's flat and emotionless voice came from inside. "Bring it upstairs."
Song Qingchun nodded and went downstairs. She found a tray and carried the dinner upstairs.
The light in Su Zhinian's bedroom was off. The first thing Song Qingchun did when she stepped into the room was to reach for the light switch on the wall. However, before she could reach it, Su Zhinian's cold voice drifted through the dark room. "Don't turn on the light."
Song Qingchun pulled her hand back. Using the faint yellow light in the corridor, she carried the dinner into the bedroom and placed it on the coffee table.
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