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Chapter 286: Lovesickness Becomes a Disaster

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Lovesickness Becomes a Disaster

Mrs. Song descended the stairs to find Shen Shuyi standing tentatively downstairs, holding a cup of tea with a look of sorrow and anxiety.

Mrs. Song stood on the staircase, took a deep breath, and quickly adjusted her expression to one of calm.

Just then, Shen Shuyi felt someone’s gaze upon her and looked up to see Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song’s face immediately brightened with a kind smile, "Shuyi, you’re here!"

"Auntie!" Shen Shuyi promptly placed the tea cup on the nearby coffee table and hastily stood up.

She walked toward the staircase to meet Mrs. Song.

"Shuyi, you’re really too sensible, too clever!" Mrs. Song looked at Shen Shuyi, the daughter-in-law she had personally chosen, with a heart full of affection.

Although Muyu was also very clever, she wasn’t able to provide any assistance to Song Xun in his career.

She couldn’t be the Song Family’s daughter-in-law, only their daughter.

"Auntie, you flatter me!" Shen Shuyi smiled even more obediently.

Mrs. Song had reached the bottom of the stairs. "Our Shuyi is truly wonderful, auntie really likes you very much!"

Shen Shuyi’s face flushed, and she immediately linked arms with her, "Auntie, I like you too!"

"Naive girl, tell me, does Song Xun treat you well?" Mrs. Song walked with her to the sofa and sat down.

Shen Shuyi blushed demurely. "Not bad."

"No need to spare his feelings, I’m well aware of my own son’s character. He may seem cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Once you capture his heart, he will be more passionate." Mrs. Song advised Shen Shuyi.

Shen Shuyi smiled, her eyes tinged with a hint of bitterness.

Capturing Song Xun’s heart was not such an easy task.

Mrs. Song, being experienced, saw everything and hesitated before saying, "But the fact that you two moved in together right after getting engaged is the best proof. Be confident."

The thought of living together made Shen Shuyi blush.

"Mhm, auntie, it’s fine."

"I’m looking forward to holding my grandchild." Mrs. Song smiled, "We need to discuss your wedding arrangements in a few days."

"Song Xun says there’s no rush." Shen Shuyi replied with a blushing smile, "Auntie, I’m not worried, rest assured!"

If it had been before, before Mrs. Song saw those photos of Song Xun and Song Muyu, perhaps she could have deceived herself and not been so anxious.

But now, especially after what Song Xun had said to her earlier, Mrs. Song had to reconsider these issues.

And she couldn’t help but worry.

"It’s better to get married sooner." Mrs. Song smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, Shuyi, I’ll make sure of it, I won’t let you suffer any grievances in the Song Family."

"Auntie, I know you are kind to me." Shen Shuyi could feel that Mrs. Song was very pleased with her.

This comforted her, as Mrs. Song provided the solace she did not receive from Song Xun.

At this moment, Song Muyu and Jiang Jinfeng, who had been upstairs for a long time, finally came down.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Song Muyu said to Jiang Jinfeng, "I’ll pack up my things. You can wait for me in my room or go downstairs for some tea first; I’ll be down soon."

"I’ll go downstairs!" Jiang Jinfeng said, "When you’re packed, I’ll help you carry your things down and put them in the car!"

"Okay!" Song Muyu nodded.

Jiang Jinfeng went downstairs first.

Song Muyu returned to her room, searched the wardrobe for various items—the complete collection of her growth, her middle school diary, and other keepsakes that were worthless but priceless to her.

She locked them all in a wooden box, which was quite large at sixty by sixty centimeters.

After organizing her belongings, she opened her bag to put the photos of herself and Song Xun in the box to take away, but the photos were no longer in her bag.

Song Muyu’s face paled instantly.

She frantically searched but didn’t find anything missing except the photos, not a single one.

She was terrified.

Looking at where her bag was placed, she realized it seemed to have shifted from where she put it on the bed upon entering the room.

It hit her; someone had taken the photos.

Song Muyu’s heart raced with panic. Had Song Xun taken them?

She thought for a moment, then turned toward Song Xun’s room and knocked on the door.

She didn’t know if Song Xun was upstairs but decided to try her luck.

Unexpectedly, the door opened.

Song Xun stood at the doorway, looking down at her calmly, as if her knocking came as no surprise.

They locked eyes, and Song Muyu was taken aback, slightly embarrassed.

Gathering her courage, she asked, "Brother, did you take something from my bag?"

Song Xun suddenly smiled with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Those photos?"

"You really took those photos!" Song Muyu gasped in shock, "Give them back to me!"

"Heh!" Song Xun moved aside, his voice low, "If you want everyone to know, just shout and have everyone gather here to ’appreciate’ the photos of you and me."

Song Muyu was stunned for a moment, stepping back out of his breath’s range.

She tried to stay composed, her voice firm, "If you think I’m scared of being ’appreciated,’ then go ahead and try, see what your sister-in-law and mother would feel seeing them?"

She actually dared to talk back!

Song Xun was momentarily taken aback, his handsome face stiffening, anger flaring in his calm black eyes.

But that rage quickly subsided, replaced by a cold and inscrutable aloofness.

He said, "So, you want them to know, do you? Let’s invite them over to enjoy the show, including Jiang Jinfeng?"

Song Muyu thought that if he was engaged, he’d be a bit cautious, but it seemed he was completely reckless.

She regretted bringing those photos.

Indeed, she had not anticipated that someone would meddle with them even in her pocket.

Song Muyu remained silent, her eyes filled with regret.

Seeing her silence, Song Xun suddenly reached out, pulling her into his room swiftly.

"Ah!" She screamed in fright, only to be pinned by Song Xun against the door.

His cold lips curled into a faint smile as his deep eyes fixated on Song Muyu.

Trapped by the waist, Song Muyu trembled.

"Let me go!"

The next second, however, he bent down, sealing her lips with his, overwhelming her with a stormy kiss.

Song Muyu struggled in anger, lips tightly sealed, refusing to yield.

But he was relentless.

His longing for her was like a flood.

These past few days for Song Xun had been plagued by yearning.

He regretted it.

He couldn’t let go of her.