Nothing was different from before, whether it was the style of the furniture or their positions, nothing had changed, but everything was indeed replaced.
She found a nightgown in the wardrobe, and before walking into the bathroom, she heard him say, "Stay still, I’ll have my assistant over right away."
The action of closing the door paused for a mont, but soon resud.
The sound of adjusting the temperature of the shower drowned out the voice of the man on the phone outside the door.
In the pitch-black environnt, Yu Qinglu curled up on the bed, clutching the blanket, her voice low and choked with sobs, "Mu Huan, it’s so dark here, and there are strange noises, I’m really scared."
It was her first day moving into the old mansion, which she hadn’t been in for over a decade, and the power went out, no housekeeper, only her.
Her long hair was scattered ssily, her face pale, full of hope, "You... can’t you co over and help fix the lights?"
Mu Jin Huan’s gaze fell on the frosted glass of the bathroom, his deep features calm as water, he said slowly, "Qinglu, I’m married."
Yu Qinglu clutched her hair, as if all the sadness and fear were weighing on her, her voice very low, "But you said, even when you’re married, you’d take care of ."
He was there on the night of the wedding, why can’t he co today?
She wasn’t in any life-threatening danger, so in the future when she has troubles, is it always going to be his assistant coming over?
Should she cut her wrist again, or... jump off a building?
Mu Jin Huan’s black eyes were dark and profound, with little fluctuation in his brow, his voice deep, "I don’t have to be the one to fix the wiring, Liu An will fix it all for you, and only leave once he’s sure there won’t be any more issues."
Yu Qinglu didn’t know what she could say, she only knew she wanted to see him, she was almost going crazy thinking about it.
Her gaze beca unfocused, she began to murmur softly, "Mu Huan, apart from you in Qing City, I have nothing, no friends, no parents, your assistant is just a robot following orders, he won’t care about , he’ll only look at with strange eyes, thinking I’m sick, thinking I’m pathetic..."
Even if there was no other sign, she could sense it.
"Qinglu, Liu An has had professional training, he knows what to look at and what not to, even if he finds out sothing, he won’t talk about it," Mu Jin Huan paused for a mont, "You’re not sick, you just had a nightmare and didn’t sleep well, your spirits aren’t great, that’s all."
Yu Qinglu tightened her grip, pulling out many strands of hair from her scalp, yet she didn’t feel any pain, her voice becoming more choked, "I’m scared, Mu Huan, please... please just co over for an hour, okay?"
Towards the end, there was even a hint of pleading.
She used to be such a proud person...
Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes showed a slight ripple, but only for a second, vanishing the mont he looked up.
Through the frosted glass, he seed to see that graceful figure.
His cold features softened, his voice low and gentle, "I don’t want to make her unhappy."
Yu Qinglu curled herself up into a small ball, burying her head in her arms, teeth biting on her arm, crying without making a sound.
An hour later, Liu An arrived at the villa gate, opened the door with a spare key, a stark contrast to the afternoon atmosphere, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of you, an eerie sense of horror crept in.
Turning on the flashlight, he followed President Mu’s instructions to check the room where Miss Yu was staying.
He knocked four tis but received no response, so he bravely grasped the doorknob, turned it halfway, and opened the door a crack.
He didn’t walk inside, nor did he dare shine the flashlight inside, seeing nothing, but hearing a sound like the wind whistling past glass, a sort of ’woo-woo-woo’ sound.
The sound was very faint, much like the sound effects in Japanese horror films.
It was rather nerve-wracking.
Clearing his throat, he pinched his thigh to build up so courage, politely asking, "Miss Yu, are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Qinglu remained motionless in the bedding, her voice faint, "Fix the wiring, don’t turn on a single light, leave the way you ca in."
Her voice was raspy, but no longer frightened, completely different from the person on the phone earlier.
Liu An rubbed his nose, not daring to ask more, confirming the person was fine was all that mattered, "Okay, I’ll fix it as soon as I can."
He closed the door, turned the flashlight back on, and started checking the electrical faults.
He initially thought it was a circuit aging, but it was actually just a tripped switch, nothing else wrong.
After confirming all the room lights were working fine, he turned them off one by one, breathing a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the villa.
He wiped his forehead, covered in cold sweat.
He truly wasn’t cowardly, it’s just that this Miss Yu seed...
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After finishing her shower in Nan Wan, she dried her hair and waited for almost twenty minutes before opening the bathroom door.
She didn’t look straight at the sofa, but bowed her head, pausing for a mont before slowly raising her head.
He was still there...
She didn’t know where this inexplicable timidity of hers ca from... there were no clues.
Shen Zhii was right, she had indeed beco timid.
Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman standing blankly at the bathroom door, with a half-smile, said, "I thought you fell asleep in there."
Nan Wan awkwardly shifted her gaze, lifting her hand to brush her long hair behind her head, her voice composed, "I’m not the kind who sleeps anywhere, if I could fall asleep while taking a shower, the hospital would have fired ages ago."
Her sleep quality had improved sowhat now but wasn’t to the extent that she’d fall asleep in the bathroom.
Mu Jin Huan, with well-defined fingers, fiddled with his phone, casually rotating it, his long legs crossed, the robe loosely draped, revealing distinct abs, his whole deanor relaxed and languid.
As the woman’s slender figure passed by, the air carried the faint scent of shower gel, mixing with the scent of him.
His thin lips lifted in a barely-there arc, "Do you know how long you were in there?"
From the ti he called Liu An until now, an hour and a half had passed.
Nan Wan circled to the side nearest the floor-to-ceiling window, tossed back the covers, and lay down on the bed, "Won’s bathing and skincare routines are tedious, I saw you’d bathed already, so I took my ti."
Hearing this, Mu Jin Huan chuckled twice softly.
He stood up, placed the phone on the desk, strode to the edge of the big bed, took off his robe, and climbed into the covers.
His long arms wrapped around the woman’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, raising her chin, his actions assertive, allowing no escape.
His voice was confident, "You’re lying again."
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