The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today
Chapter 108: The First Night of the Newlyweds (5)

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: The First Night of the Newlyweds (5)

When Song Yansheng entered the room, it wasn’t completely dark; a bedside lamp was on.

Song Yansheng knew that Shi Nuan was a little afraid of the dark. He wasn’t sure if she had always been that way or if it was due to some event later on.

Under the dim light, he could see a small mound on the bed, motionless.

The person on the bed seemed to be already asleep.

He took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and walked over, his steps much lighter than before.

Partly because he was nervous, and partly because he was afraid of waking the person in slumber.

Soon, he reached the bedside. The girl on the bed slept at the edge, taking up very little space, leaving most of the bed for him.

Her hair, like seaweed, spread across the white pillow, with one fair arm exposed, gently tugging at the quilt’s edge.

Her small body was curled up, a very insecure sleeping posture.

Song Yansheng stood there, his naturally dark eyes gradually infused with layers of tenderness.

His mouth involuntarily lifted into a smile.

Unbidden, he recalled that afternoon two years ago at Riyue Residence.

He seemed to have stood by the bed watching her like this back then, too.

He remembered, at noon after lunch, he had received a call from his niece, Song Qingyang, while working at the office.

Song Qingyang said that at noon, Shi Yuanbo had taken Shi Nuan to Riyue Residence—the residence of the Song Zhongming family—for lunch.

During the meal, Song Zhongming unexpectedly suggested getting Nuannuan married into the Song Family within the year.

Song Qingyang said, "My dad must have been confused from drinking. Nuannuan hasn’t graduated yet, why talk about marriage? But I noticed Uncle Shi seemed a bit tipsy too and didn’t delay things. He even said Nuannuan would be twenty in two months, which is the marriageable age, and an early marriage doesn’t matter..."

Song Qingyang always liked Shi Nuan and hoped she would be with her brother, but given her brother’s health...

She preferred to wait a little longer, at least until her brother’s health improved!

So, she hoped Song Yansheng would speak with her father, advising him not to rush. Their father wouldn’t listen to others, but he might listen to Second Uncle.

That noon, after hanging up on Song Qingyang, Song Yansheng hurriedly called Chi Rui to prepare the car.

Then, he went to Riyue Residence.

Riyue Residence wasn’t in the city, it was a bit of a distance, taking over forty minutes by car. By the time he arrived, the Song Family’s lunch had ended, and everyone was surprised to see Song Yansheng suddenly visiting.

Song Qingyang was even more incredulous, asking Song Yansheng, "Second Uncle, you..."

"Where are Nuannuan and Xiao Chuan?" Song Yansheng asked directly.

Song Qingyang replied, "Xiao Chuan is in the study, Nuannuan helped Xiao Chuan block a couple of drinks at noon, so she’s a bit drunk and was just sent to the guest room to rest..."

Song Yansheng didn’t listen to the rest of Song Qingyang’s words; he hurriedly went upstairs.

He was familiar with the guest rooms at Riyue Residence and quickly found Shi Nuan.

The moment he entered the room, looking at the slightly flushed girl lying on the bed, he surprisingly felt a pang of sadness.

That day, he stood by her bed for a long time...

He wanted so much to hold her, to kiss her, to keep her locked away in the depths of his soul and never let her go...

But he didn’t, and he couldn’t!

Because at that time, Shi Nuan was his nephew Song Yichuan’s fiancée!

And he, was her elder, her Second Uncle!

Between them, there was a long chasm.

Fortunately, now, things were different.

Now, he was her husband, her man, the closest person to her in this lifetime!

Finally, as a man, he could stand openly before the woman he loved, looking at her without restraint.

"Nuannuan..."

He gently bent over, one hand resting on her soft cheek, softly calling her.

His long fingers gently brushed away the strands of hair scattered on her face, uncontrollably trailing over her eyes, nose, and those slightly pursed lips.