Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 890 - 890 890 maybe youre just used to it 2

Chapter 890: 890, maybe you’re just used to it 2 Chapter 890: 890, maybe you’re just used to it 2 Han Qianqian frowned. What was this about? “Using retreat as a way to advance”? And what was she supposed to prepare? Tea to help with the hangover or a sobering soup? Seriously, weren’t there servants for this kind of thing? What was she meant to prepare?

With this thought, Han Qianqian suddenly felt a heavy weight on her heart.

It turned out Wen Zhaozhao cared so much about Shi Annuo, took such detailed and considerate care of Annuo, while she … it seemed she had never truly done anything for Annuo.

Han Qianqian sat down beside the bed, turned her gaze towards Shi Annuo, and then raised her hands to cover her face, feeling so frustrated.

The next day, Shi Annuo woke up just after seven o’clock, as usual.

His headache from the hangover hit him in full force upon waking, and coupled with the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping well lately, Shi Annuo felt the pain was particularly intense.

He kept rubbing his temples and forehead, and upon opening his eyes, he found himself in his bedroom. He closed his eyes again and then remembered, he had gotten drunk at the bar, and it was Wen Zhaozhao who had taken him home. It seemed like he had spilled all his inner thoughts, and in the end, Zhaozhao seemed to agree not to divorce.

Yes, that was it!

Shi Annuo smiled, feeling extremely happy, then sat up in bed only to see the person lying on the other side, turned away from him.

Just as he was about to call out to Wen Zhaozhao, he realized his throat was extremely dry and his vision was still blurry.

The aftereffects of the alcohol lingered.

In the future, it seemed best not to drink so much. In case it caused any trouble, how would he then make Zhaozhao happy?

He took a long sigh and prepared to go to the washroom, wanting to wash his face and fully wake up, and of course, to let the person beside him sleep a little longer.

However, the person next to him seemed to detect that he had awakened and stirred too, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

Shi Annuo saw Han Qianqian and his eyes widened in astonishment; he frowned and massaged his forehead, glancing around.

“You, why is it you? How come you’re here?” Shi Annuo asked. He couldn’t remember, nor could he be mistaken—yesterday, it was definitely Wen Zhaozhao who brought him home, and this was the bedroom he shared with Zhaozhao, but why was Han Qianqian lying beside him?

Han Qianqian had fallen asleep fully clothed, probably too tired last night, so she had simply lain down. She yawned and then asked softly, “Are you feeling better? Annuo…”

As she spoke, she threw off the covers and got up: “I made a sobering soup last night and kept it warm in the kitchen. I’ll go get it for you now.”

“Where is she?” Shi Annuo asked, his tone and expression suddenly darkening. He also got up from the bed: “Where’s Zhaozhao? And why are you here?”

Han Qianqian paused in her steps, turning to face Shi Annuo’s inquiry about Wen Zhaozhao, her own mood and expression also darkening. She replied coldly, “She said she would ‘use retreat as a way to advance’, so she left the villa and went back to her own home.”

Shi Annuo’s lips formed a thin line, his expression turned sour: “What did you say to her?”

Hearing Shi Annuo asking so concernedly about Wen Zhaozhao made Han Qianqian feel like she was living a farce, worrying about him so much.

Her tone was not good as she spoke the truth, “I just told her about our conversation that day at the hospital, in great detail.”

“Qianqian, how could you do this?” Shi Annuo’s expression turned black in an instant, his eyes glaring as if he could devour her.

Han Qianqian’s lips curled into a sad smile, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes: “I told the truth…”