"Oh."
Rong Yan almost forgot about this person.
Only after being reminded did she rember, and upon hearing it, she slowly relaxed, "Right, I forgot he was still around. You don’t have to worry about Mrs. Jiang; he can handle it well."
Rong Yan slowly pressed the phone against her face, as if it were nestled within his embrace, murmuring, "Actually, apart from what I just said yesterday, I thought of one more thing. I think there’s sothing I haven’t told you. If I never get to see you again, I would regret not saying it."
"What is it?" Li Shengxiao’s deep black eyes suddenly softened.
Rong Yan’s ears turned slightly red, wanting to speak but feeling embarrassed, "It’s..."
Hmm, what was she afraid of?
She hadn’t been scared during the thrilling events the day before, so why hesitate now? If she had been taken back then, she might never have had the chance to say these words to him.
Here she was, lucky to have the chance, so why not speak?
Her heart was racing, her face felt hot, and she bit her pink lips lightly, saying softly, "I love you."
"..."
A lengthy silence from the other end of the phone.
The silence made her heart race faster, her palms sweaty, her lips slightly parted and then closed again. Her eyes, like water, held a burning tenderness, "It seems like I’ve been unlucky since birth, abandoned by my biological parents, then picked up by people who didn’t like , and later encountering Rong Weiwei and Shi Mufeng..."
"For the first eighteen years, I was played by scumbags and an girls, unloved at ho, and eventually chased out of the entertainnt industry. Until I t you, I understood why I’ve been so unlucky before."
"Haralwen once said, God gives everyone the sa amount of luck. When He shortchanges you in one aspect, He compensates with unexpected surprises in another. I suppose my luck from the first twenty years accumulated until I t you. I don’t think I’ve ever seriously told you how I feel because I didn’t know how to say it. Suddenly speaking all at once feels odd, so I’ve never brought it up..."
The more Rong Yan spoke, the hotter her ears got, and her neck and chest felt flush as well. She fanned herself to cool down, "Here... seems like the signal isn’t very good. I’ll call you back in three hours. Don’t worry about , eat sothing, take a nap, you hear? I don’t want to see you looking ragged when I’m back. I still want to see my husband looking handso and vibrant waiting for !"
Maybe she’s being too forward, is this how girls behave after marriage?
Rong Yan wasn’t sure.
All she’s seen of married life is Jiang iqi and Rong Nanfeng’s post-marriage relationship, with Rong Nanfeng rarely at ho. They seem uninvolved with each other, neither particularly affectionate nor quarreling, just a bland cohabitation.
She didn’t know if normal people were always this indifferent after getting married.
"Signal’s bad, I’m hanging up."
Her face was unbearably hot, her heart racing, and Rong Yan quickly hung up without giving the person on the other side a chance to respond.
With no static or his breathing in her ear, her heartbeat and the temperature on her face gradually cald and returned to normal.
Just at that mont, the maid knocked on the door, and outside asked respectfully, "Miss Rong, are you ready? Breakfast is prepared, the master is waiting for you to join."
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