Maybe he was really wrong.
Shang Yu lowered his gaze, watching the flickering light at his fingertips. If he gave her enough freedom, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so tired and helpless with him.
Just like today, she went to the Liye Building next door but didn’t co to Yan Emperor.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly, a vibrating sound broke the silence and desolation of the room, coming from the man’s hand.
Shang Yu flicked the ash from his cigarette, lowered his eyes to open the chat box, and it was still not Li Qiao, but Luoyu.
——Boss, madam is coming ho soon.
The man didn’t reply, locked the screen, and leaned against the chair back, with an unfathomable lancholy in his deep eyes.
...
The night was thick as Li Qiao and Luoyu returned to the Mansion.
Aside from a few more boxes of apples and flowers at the entrance, everything else was as usual.
Li Qiao changed her shoes and asked Luoyu to first hide the things in the dining room, catching sight of the huge bouquet of roses in the corner, she unfolded the card.
——May every year be like this day, every year like this mont.
Li Qiao: "??? "
What kind of bizarre blessing is this?
Coincidentally, a bodyguard passed by the hallway, glanced at the card in Li Qiao’s hand, and then at the flowers, stamring, "Ma, madam...that bouquet is for Luoyu."
Li Qiao neither embarrassed nor awkward, just said ’oh’ and quietly put the card back on the flowers.
It was almost nine o’clock, and Shang Yu hadn’t returned yet.
Li Qiao wasn’t in a hurry, changed into her ho clothes, and went to the laboratory.
Twenty minutes later, Shang Yu returned under the moonlit sky.
He ignored the apples at the entrance, his steps carrying a hint of urgency as he walked into the living room.
Luoyu appeared tily and whispered, "Boss, madam is downstairs."
The man’s thin lips pressed slightly, taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa, resting his head on the backrest, "Did she experience any morning sickness today?"
"No." Luoyu answered truthfully, then rembered sothing and tentatively suggested, "Boss, why not have dinner first?"
Shang Yu closed his eyes, his arm resting on his forehead without answering.
Luoyu blinked, muttering to herself, "The kitchen is ready..."
"No need." The man reached up to unbutton his collar, "Go out."
Luoyu was persistent, "Boss, madam she..."
Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple moved, his voice hoarse and indistinguishable, "Go out, don’t disturb her."
Luoyu: "..." Can she ever finish her sentence?
Forget it, for the sake of the bonus, silence is golden.
A good peaceful night, feeling not peaceful at all.
Luoyu, feeling helpless, decided to go to inform Li Qiao.
In the laboratory, Li Qiao was busy in front of the computer, her phone on speaker, with Shen Qingye’s wailing-like singing continuously coming through.
"Has he been under so stress lately?"
Yun Lih’s steady voice with a cough ca through, and faintly, Shen Qingye’s low roar, "Who cut off my song?"
Li Qiao curved her lips, her tone light, "Maybe."
Yun Lih moved the phone away, coughed into his fist again, "Not planning to co out tonight and spend Christmas Eve with us?"
"No." Li Qiao finished sending emails, closed the computer, rubbed her temples, "You guys have fun."
Yun Lih, perceptive, heard Li Qiao’s leisurely and lazy tone, not insisting, "Then let’s et to eat when Xiaxia arrives."
Li Qiao nodded in agreent, and only after hanging up the phone did she feel a bit hungry.
She glanced at her watch; the hands had already reached the half-past nine position.
Shang Yu still hadn’t returned?
Li Qiao furrowed her brow, got up, turned off the lights, and left the laboratory.
Returning upstairs, she ran into Luoyu as she stepped out of the elevator.
"Madam, the boss is back, but..."
Before the words fell, Li Qiao nodded and passed by, "Mm, I’ll go find him."
Luoyu: "..."
Tonight, she can’t even finish a sentence completely, can she?
Every year like this day, every year like this mont, that’s not a blessing, it’s a curse!
Goddamn Gu Chenn.
Indeed, that bouquet of roses was sent by Gu Chenn.
At this mont lies in the trash bin outside the door, embraced by the cold night wind.
Because he said the flower shop sent the wrong flowers, he originally intended to send an evergreen.
In a mont, Li Qiao arrived in the living room, looking around but not seeing Shang Yu.
The crystal chandelier was already off, with only two floor lamps emitting dim and hazy light.
Li Qiao intended to go upstairs to check, but from the left-hand dining room, faint sounds ca, so she pursed her lips and walked over.
The dining room lights were on, casting shadows on the man’s back, showing a bit of solitude and tranquility.
Shang Yu stood at the Glazed Pavilion, still wearing a shirt and trousers, impeccably dressed but with his head lowered, engrossed in so unknown task.
Li Qiao slowed her steps, gradually approaching.
The man heard the soft footsteps but did not turn his head, only asking in a low voice, "Is she still busy?"
Li Qiao remained silent, swallowing, her feelings complicated.
Shang Yu was peeling an apple, letting the peel fall on the ground without a glance, focusing on his hands.
The ti was neither long nor short.
But it seed the man had forgotten soone was behind him.
Shang Yu cut the apple into uniformly sized pieces, laid them on a plate, set down the fruit knife, and pressed the finger where blood welled up, a stoic expression on his handso face.
He stood alone in silence for a long ti.
Li Qiao quietly watched from behind, her fingers slightly curled, feeling a pang of sourness and pain in her heart.
She had never seen this listless side of Shang Yu.
Even the inherent vigilance and alertness seed absent.
Li Qiao admitted that in recent days she lacked motivation, disinterested in everything.
Even though they hadn’t quarreled, the distance had left marks of separation.
She didn’t intentionally distance herself, just seeking a balance.
A balance... that would give him a sense of security without making herself too passive.
Li Qiao turned her face to look out the window, where the glass reflected the silhouettes of two people, possibly making the light too bright and lacking warmth.
In just a few seconds, Shang Yu seed to sense sothing, he raised his head and slowly turned his eyes to et Li Qiao’s dark red gaze.
Eyes t without breaking the silence.
Li Qiao lifted the corners of her mouth, calmly stepping forward.
The man’s eyes slightly flickered, his Adam’s apple rolling as he waited for her to approach.
Li Qiao walked up to Shang Yu, her eyes still clearly reflecting his image.
She seed to still love him, not fed up with him, as if nothing had changed.
Li Qiao asked him, "Why did you co back so late?"
Shang Yu lowered his gaze, locking on her eyebrows and eyes, not missing any subtle expressions, his voice strained as he answered, "eting at the company."
Li Qiao nodded, naturally hooking her palm into the man’s hand hanging by his side, "Then let’s eat."
The mont their palms t, Li Qiao’s hand was firmly grasped.
"Not hungry." Shang Yu clasped her hand, his gaze recovering a bit of warmth, "Let’s have so apple for Christmas Eve, hmm?"
As he spoke, he was about to reach for the fruit plate, but the next second, Li Qiao innocently said, "I haven’t eaten either."
The man sharply lifted his gaze, his breathing deepening slightly, "Waiting for ?"
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