Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Su Zhinian sat down beside her in bed. His elegant and light scent kept drifting into Song Qingchun’s nose. It calmed Song Qingchun’s nerves that had been taut the whole night. After a while, she successfully drifted off into sleep.
While he stayed at her side, around ten calls came into Su Zhinian’s phone that he had already set into silent mode earlier. They all came from Cheng Qingchong.
He knew it was those shareholders who were rushing her and forcing her to make these calls. Using his super-hearing, the conversations of the people outside the door filtered into his ears clearly.
Miss Cheng, you have to rush CEO Su. It’s almost 1 am, and we’ve been waiting for about two hours already.
That’s right, Miss Cheng… you have to make another call to remind him.
I’m sorry everyone,
Cheng Qingchong said,
I’ve made several calls, and CEO Su hasn’t picked up.
Miss Cheng, if CEO Su stays inside for the whole night, does this mean all of us have to wait here throughout the night?
…
When Su Zhinian heard this, he lowered his head to pull his phone out. He tapped on it and one minute later, the conversation from outside the door continued to drift into his ears.
Cheng Qingchong said,
CEO Su just messaged me.
What did he say?
Did he tell us to go back first?
Cheng Qingchong sounded like she had a hard time relaying the information. After a few minutes of hesitation, she read the message word by word.
CEO Su said, he is currently putting Miss Song to be bed, and he hopes everyone will continue to exercise patience?
Are you kidding me? He wants us to stand here simply because he’s putting a woman to sleep?
Isn’t this a bit too much?
Just what kind of emergency happened that we have to have the shareholder’s meeting tonight? Can’t we wait until tomorrow?
…
All these voices of dissent feel into Su Zhinian’s ears, but they didn’t cause any changes to his face. He still sat by Song Qingchun’s side patiently, waiting for the girl to fall asleep.
At the end of the day, the girl was spooked, so even though she fell asleep quickly, her sleep was light and restless. Whenever Su Zhinian sensed the anxiety emerging in her heart, he would reach out to pat her lightly twice.
After repeating this motion for who knew how many times, Song Qingchun finally stabilized in her dreams. In fact, she seemed to be having some kind of sweet dream because even her lips had curved slightly into a smile.
It was then that Su Zhinian finally raised his wrist to look at the time. It was almost 2.30 am.
He smoothed out his wrinkle shirt, stood up, and slunk out of the bedroom. Then he closed the door with the littlest sound as possible before he walked to the room door and opened it to let the people who had been waiting for hours outside come in.
…
Song Qingchun initially was seriously having trouble sleeping because the face of Mr. Yang would keep appearing in her dreams. She would relive that state where she was pressed under him.
However, whenever fear would start in her heart, someone would be beside her, patting her back lightly and whispering softly,
I’m here, don’t worry; I’m always here for you, go to sleep…
Then, following that reassurance, her heart would calm down as she slowly drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she could feel someone’s hand placed on her back; it was large and warm. It made her feel protected and cherished so much so that she could not help smiling in her sleep.
